Ten minutes later, at the Pill-refining Hall.

Gu Mang exclaimed, "Ah ah ah! Don't touch my pills."

Zhuge Wushuang smiled faintly, following his example, and directly tore open a void passage, throwing Gu Mang and some of his pills out: "Go complete the task assigned by the Sect Master properly."

Twenty minutes later, at the Refining Equipment Hall.

The scene was familiar again.

But for He Yitian, he was completely bewildered. He was a technical expert, not an ordinary cultivator. His task was to refine Divine Weapons.

How could there be a time for external mission execution?

He Yitian didn't believe it and was clamoring to see the Sect Master, but was forcibly sent out by Zhuge Wushuang: "Remember the place you're guarding, the Fifth Path, don't go to the wrong place."

After dealing with these three guys, the news quickly spread within the Sect.

The entire sect was discussing, was the Wuji Sect making a big move? Were they about to launch a campaign?

They were very excited, and all eagerly anticipating.

But no one had expected that the action of the Sect Master and Zhuge Wushuang was purely because they couldn't stand these guys, hence sending them out on missions.

Coincidentally, with the turmoil of the Ancient Road, the Divine Clan had come.

Well then... go!

The fourth one was Mo Wuwei.

About this old friend, Zhuge Wushuang truly didn't know what to say.

As soon as he approached that mountain range, astonishing Sword Intent suddenly boiled over, and then... cold gleams slashed down.

Zhuge Wushuang's figure flickered, dodging them all. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Buzz buzz buzz!

Strands of sword gleams intertwined, penetrated, and lingered there, covering the entire mountain range, the scene was astonishing.

If an ordinary Saint Realm were to step in here, I'm afraid they couldn't withstand it for a moment, right?

But for Zhuge Wushuang, this was nothing but a trivial matter. He took a few steps closer, his figure very elusive, as if he ceased to exist.

After a while, he arrived at a towering mountain, gazing into the distance.

It was a canyon.

Inside were thick iron chains crisscrossing, with astonishing Sword Intent wantonly spreading, suffocating.

And Mo Wuwei was there, he had trapped himself within.

Seeing this, Zhuge Wushuang sighed lightly: "Why bother?"

The canyon was quiet, silent.

After standing for a long time, a voice finally came: "Yeah! Why bother?"

The words were light but filled with endless bitterness.

Time had passed too long.

They had already grown, becoming the high-ranking pillars of the Wuji Sect, achieving great accomplishments in their cultivation.

But?

No one knew what kind of price they had to pay before reaching that stage.

Sect Master Hongxiu had become enlightened and entered the Great Saint Realm.

Zhuge Wushuang had also become enlightened.

Only Mo Wuwei had taken the wrong path, but he had no choice, no options either.

Once he gave up, he would become nothing.

As for reincarnation?

He didn't believe he could reincarnate; even if he could, many years later when awakening from some corner of the mortal world, perhaps he would just witness the impact of the era's torrent.

How desperate and helpless would he be at that time?

"You are not alone." Zhuge Wushuang whispered.

"The Emperor Realm is not the end, just a beginning. Junior Brother... can you understand me?" He was bitter.

In the pursuit process, the bigger the sky one sees, the larger the pursuit. Conversely... if the world one sees is smaller, then greed might be stopped there.

It's both good and bad.

Had Mo Wuwei not seen it, it would have been fine, but he did.

How could his heart be willing?

"I don't want to lose you." Zhuge Wushuang was saddened.

"Junior Brother, someone has to do some things!" As soon as the words fell, in the canyon, the thick chains began pulling, accompanied by clanking sounds.

The noise was exceptionally harsh.

The majestic Sword Intent burst in an instant.

The entire mountain exploded.

Far away, the cultivators were dazed.

Zhuge Wushuang's pupils also shrank abruptly, previously there was Sword Intent lingering and chains concealing, rendering him unable to see Mo Wuwei clearly.

But now... Mo Wuwei stood up, only then could he see hundreds of chains densely penetrating his body, but... this kind of self-seal seemed to have no effect.

Or maybe Mo Wuwei was too strong.

He merely rose up, and the chains shattered instantly.

Looking again at Mo Wuwei, standing quietly there, a towering three-meter figure, naked on the upper body, his muscles lying dormant like a mountain range.

Bronze skin, appearing very powerful.

A head of thick black hair draped over his shoulders, he raised his head revealing a resolute face, eyes sharp as sword edges, too fierce to be directly looked at.

Fortunately, he soon reined it in.

Buzz!

The mountain Sword Intent, all entered into the body.

It quickly calmed down here.

Mo Wuwei walked out step by step, his voice hoarse: "I can't control myself anymore, but for now I can, so I want to leave the sect."

Zhuge Wushuang's heart trembled: "Senior Brother."

"Enough, we've known each other for so many years, don't need too many words, if you understand me, let me go." Mo Wuwei quietly watched him.

Zhuge Wushuang was silent.

Figures continued to come here, seeing this scene, they were all moved.

Even Yu Changfeng was surprised: "Wow, is this kid crazy?" He felt Mo Wuwei in front of him seemed not quite right, but... couldn't tell what was wrong.

"He has shattered his Sword Body." The voice of Hongxiu came from beside his ear: "To achieve nirvana rebirth, to reshape a second Sword Body."

"..."

Unbelievable!

Never heard of such an operation.

Yu Changfeng sighed: "He's going to fail, the Sword Body is fragmented, mixed with many things, right now... His body is already out of control."

Hongxiu remained silent.

In fact...

No one understands better than her and Zhuge Wushuang the reason, Mo Wuwei reaching this step is just an accident, not something done in a moment.

She didn't know what to say.

Maybe Mo Wuwei was right, or maybe wrong.

Thinking of this, she walked over a few steps: "If you wish to give up, I can suppress for you, reshape the Sword Body, start over again at worst."

Mo Wuwei shook his head: "No."

He was very stubborn.

At this moment!

A manual, broke through the air, firmly landing in Hongxiu's hand, her expression instantly turned solemn.

The contents of the manual are as follows:

On the First Path, it seems there is a king of an Ancient City, now dormant at the first station, remarks Shadow.

Just in time, Yu Changfeng saw it, his heart shockingly trembled, revealing surprise: "A king of an Ancient City? Damn, are they about to emerge?"

The Ancient City has nine kings, each one very strong, once a genius of an era, a protagonist of an era.

Ultimately converging together.

There's even speculation, if all nine kings emerge, they would sweep across the mortal realm.

The killing they bring, far more terrifying than the Divine Clan.

Some also say, if they simultaneously act, even the Divine Clan above the Heavens would have to dread.

"What happened?" Yu Changfeng found it hard to believe.

"Wushuang!" Hongxiu wished to turn.

This news was too shocking, it must be addressed immediately.

If letting that king walk to the Southern Diaspora, reach Heaven Martial, the imprint of the Investiture of the Gods, even Li Qi, and the entire Human Clan of Heaven Martial, could very possibly...

However...

She had yet to give orders, a big hand pressed over.

Hongxiu raised an eyebrow.

Mo Wuwei said in a deep voice: "The Wuji Sect still cannot emerge, Heavenly Dao cause and effect needs to be avoided, let me go!"

PS: The breeze crosses the evening glow, the blades of grass persist endlessly.