Chapter 457: Chapter 347: The Opportunity to Break the Deadlock—Su Mu Shall Become the Calamity! (Part 2)

The trauma this monster has suffered is quite severe, for during these two consciousness connections, Su Mu can feel a vast and boundless terrifying consciousness.

Yet within this terrifying consciousness, there exist countless discordant consciousnesses, as if it were shattered and fragmented rather than a whole, like thousands of different thoughts fused into an extremely unstable state.

Thinking of this, a mad plan formed in his mind, and an unrelenting murderous intent flickered in Su Mu’s eyes.

"The mighty fortress crumbles from within, often it’s the little things that cause the downfall..."

"I can completely change my approach, why wait for the cataclysm that’s to arrive in thirteen years?"

"Why not strike first while it’s asleep and take its life!"

"Since the monster’s hair can be used by me and transformed into energy for the transformation of Immortal Cells, why can’t its flesh, bones, every inch of marrow, and organs be devoured?"

"Now that I have mastered the method of entering this place, I can completely devour the monster step by step, losing and gaining strength, and before the cataclysm arrives, ultimately kill it in its cradle."

"If the cataclysm is destined to come,... why should the monster incarnate the cataclysm, and why shouldn’t I, Su Mu, become the cataclysm in this monster’s destiny!"

A great vow emerged from Su Mu’s mouth, sonorous and powerful. With each word he uttered, the determination in his eyes grew firmer, his voice echoing in this hellish darkness.

Like that resolve made to not become a Buddha until hell is empty.

"Then let’s begin!"

Su Mu immediately sat cross-legged. This time he did not resist the invasion of the black mist, but embraced it.

At this moment, an understanding appeared in Su Mu’s eyes.

Suddenly he realized, perhaps this is why the Dream Shadow kept reminding him to quickly enhance his Spiritual Power.

Su Mu needs to withstand maintaining his will while entering this realm and connecting with that monster’s consciousness, and the evil black mist would not treat him as kin.

Evil, cold, despairing, filled with all sorts of negative soul impactions constantly attacked, clawing to devour him alive, then consuming his spirit, turning Su Mu into a soulless puppet.

"It really is a terrifying monster..."

"But the scarier you are, the faster I, this cataclysm, will grow, becoming increasingly terrifying!"

Devoured by the black mist, Su Mu went completely mad.

...

At the same time, atop the Silver Steps.

Three people were pale, their faces deathly white, bodies continuously twitching.

Ye Wuhen opened his eyes blankly, for some reason feeling slightly numb inside.

It was as if everything before him happened countless times.

Yet clearly nothing had happened.

The next second.

Ye Wuhen’s body was hurled, crashing heavily to the ground, his scalp bleeding, the intense pain causing him to hiss involuntarily.

"What? Is that all you’re capable of?"

A calm voice echoed from afar, filled with extreme arrogance. Ye Wuhen looked up and saw a man in white robes, tall, with a face like a jade crown.

An indescribable pride emanated from the man, his eyes bright as stars didn’t rest on Ye Wuhen, as if he was unworthy of a glance, only the heavens and earth were worthy of his acknowledgment.

"Huangfu Tian!"

Ye Wuhen gritted his teeth.

The next second.

The man beckoned with his hand, again hurling him violently with invisible force, crashing him into the ground.

"You are not worthy to call my name directly!"

Ye Wuhen roared in anger, his spear suddenly bursting with terrifying light, gleaming like a dragon, stabbing directly at Huangfu Tian’s brow, yet facing Ye Wuhen’s furious strike.

Huangfu Tian still didn’t spare him a glance.

"Too weak."

Two slender fingers slowly reached out, Ye Wuhen felt an irresistible power surge from the spear, making it immovable. His full force strike easily neutralized by just two fingers.

"Truly a waste."

Huangfu Tian slightly exerted his fingers, seizing the spear, casually throwing it. Ye Wuhen’s body was flung by his own spear, several mouthfuls of blood spewed from his mouth.

Despair, helplessness filled Ye Wuhen’s heart.

Huangfu Tian, like the bright moon high in the sky, was out of reach and even more insurmountable.

"Am I just a waste..."

The light in Ye Wuhen’s eyes dimmed ever further.

Meanwhile.

Behind the Sword Pavilion, there is a path leading to the forbidden zone. Today, Ximen Gu secretly stole a black sword-shaped Token from the main hall, planning to explore the forbidden zone.

Halfway along the green stone steps, evil black mist permeated, and the green stones on the ground had turned jet black from unknown years of infiltration, resembling ink.

The bamboo forest and creek on either side of the steps were no more.

"I want to see what’s below!"

Ximen Gu continued forward.

Soon, unexpectedly fragmented Broken Swords appeared before him, then a Sword Tomb composed of countless Broken Swords was revealed, each bearing varying degrees of black, seemingly eroded by an unknown force.

Instead of fear, Ximen Gu became increasingly excited.

Passing through the Sword Tomb area, Ximen Gu’s body suddenly trembled, for at some point, there appeared ahead an old man with white hair, clad in black, carrying an Ancient Sword on his back.

"Master, Master, why are you here?"

"Hmph, you rebellious disciple, who told you to come to the forbidden zone... never mind, since you’re here, come with me."