268: Chapter 268: The Great Dao of Words Leads Directly to the Fourteenth Realm!

Hearing Yang Simu's words, both Ruan Xiu and Li Liu couldn't help but be slightly startled.

It turned out that he had long ago planned how to kill Zhou Mi of the Sea of Literature.

Indeed, given Wenhai's strength and trump cards, trying to kill him in a head-on confrontation would inevitably be extremely difficult!

Any Cultivator of the Thirteenth Realm would certainly have their own life-saving methods.

Just like the Mistress of Lotus Nunnery, it wasn't that Xiao Mo didn't want to kill her at the time, but rather that she had too many ways to escape.

Of course, that was also why this ancient Sword Cultivator was in a hurry to find Yang Simu back then.

However, Wenhai Zhou Mi's strength and methods were certainly more than a cut above those of the Mistress of Lotus Nunnery!

If he wanted to flee, every character of the Wilderness World would have been his hiding place.

However, a moment ago, Wenhai had wanted to win far too much.

He was absolutely certain that he could briefly influence all the Ancient Gods.

But Wenhai never imagined that the Ancient Gods whose emotions had been affected just a second ago would all return to normal at the same time!

This was likely also the confusion shared by the other Ascension Realm Cultivators present.

In the end, however, it took the deployment of Celestial Lord Qingtong, The Executioner, and The Disruptor—three High-ranking Gods in total—to completely suppress and kill Wenhai.

Such treatment was extremely rare, even ten thousand years ago.

One must know that when Xiao Mo angered the Thunder Department of the Old Heavenly Court, only the Lord of the Various Bureaus of the Thunder Department and another unidentified High-ranking God came to the Wilderness World.

It could be said that Wenhai Zhou Mi's death was well-deserved!

Standing at the bow of the boat, the Tender Daoist suddenly turned to look at Yang Simu, his eyes filled with shock.

Thinking back to when he first met this sword-carrying youth on the outskirts of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he had almost made a move.

But at that time, Yang Simu had confidently claimed to be the Disciple of the Old Blind Man.

Later, the Tender Daoist never expected that the Old Blind Man would actually take Yang Simu as his Disciple!

In just a few years, he had already planned how to suppress and kill Wenhai Zhou Mi, a man who stood above all others for ten thousand years in the Wilderness World, second only to one!

No, it wasn't over yet.

Yang Simu also said that today, he would not only kill Wenhai but also the Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain!

When Yang Simu said those words just now, not only did the many great demons of the Wilderness World find it laughable, but even the Tender Daoist himself didn't believe it.

Yet, in just a short while, he had already proven that he had the strength to kill Wenhai!

Although Wenhai was not killed by Yang Simu's own hand.

But everyone knew that those Ancient Gods seemed to be at his beck and call!

Even if this was hard to believe, it was the truth.

The moment Wenhai died, it was as if a Great Path of the entire Wilderness World was significantly affected.

The two bright moons illuminating the Wilderness World grew increasingly pale, and an invisible weight seemed to press down on the hearts of all Cultivators of the Yao Race.

At this moment, many members of the Yao Race who were leafing through books suddenly discovered that the characters in their hands were disappearing one by one!

Even those of the Yao Race in the Upper Five Realms tried their best to remember the shapes and meanings of those characters, but they would forget them completely in the next instant.

It was as if these characters originally belonged to heaven and earth, and now they had to be returned!

The remaining great demons of the Wilderness here were the Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain, the Great Demon Fei Fei, the Sword Immortal Liu Cha, the Great Demon Guan Xiang, and Fei Ran, who called himself a swordsman.

Seeing Wenhai's complete demise, they knew that in this battle, Tuoyue Mountain had lost!

However, as these great demons felt the massive upheaval occurring within the characters of the entire Wilderness World, the expressions on their faces shifted from shock to terror.

Everyone stopped their attacks.

The Old Blind Man also turned to look at his Disciple, his face showing surprise.

To be honest, from this Disciple, the Old Blind Man, who had stayed in the Hundred Thousand Mountains for ten thousand years, had seen too many things that surprised him.

Xiao Mo withdrew the ancient sword in his hand, frowning slightly as he stared at Yang Simu.

For a moment, this ancient Sword Cultivator even felt like drawing his sword against Yang Simu.

When Xiao Mo said earlier that he had no feelings for the Wilderness World, he was actually just deceiving the great demons like the Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain.

More accurately, Xiao Mo had no good feelings toward the current great demons of Tuoyue Mountain.

As for the Wilderness World, it was, after all, the place where Xiao Mo, who was of the Yao Race, grew up and practiced his sword; how could he have no feelings for it at all?

Above the talisman token, a ball of light composed of illegible golden characters slowly took shape in Yang Simu's palm.

He gazed at it for a moment, his expression somewhat puzzled.

But in the next moment, an ancient memory suddenly awakened in his mind.

At this moment, although Yang Simu still didn't know exactly what the golden ball of light in his hand was...

...he was certain that if he just exerted force with his right hand to destroy this ball of light...

...then the Great Path of Writing of the entire Wilderness World would completely vanish!

This meant that the Wilderness characters woven by Wenhai Zhou Mi over ten thousand years with countless efforts in the Wilderness World would cease to exist!

Yang Simu also never expected that Wenhai Zhou Mi's death would involve the Great Path of Writing of the entire Wilderness World.

But thinking about it carefully, since Wenhai created the Wilderness characters, it was normal for the Great Path to favor him.

Perhaps, in another few hundred or a thousand years, Wenhai Zhou Mi of the Wilderness World could have become an existence similar to the Sage of Rites or the Second Sage of the Haoran Confucian Temple.

However, saying all this was useless now.

Wenhai was dead!

And for some unknown reason, the Great Path of Writing of the Wilderness World had actually chosen him?

While Yang Simu was thinking about these things, the Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain suddenly roared:

"Yang Simu, Wenhai is dead! What you hold in your hand is the Great Path of Writing of my Wilderness World!"

"The Yao Race is reckless by nature, but for ten thousand years, my Tuoyue Mountain has also been trying its best to change."

"Didn't you want me dead before? I am willing to trade my life to ensure that the Great Path of Writing of my Wilderness World remains in this world!"

Hearing this, Yang Simu was instantly jolted awake, and a look of surprise couldn't help but appear on his face.

"Great Ancestor, you must not!" the Great Demon Guan Xiang shouted.

"If you die, who will be able to sit in the position of the Co-Lord of the Wilderness?"

Hearing this, the Great Ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain's expression became calm instead.

"My death alone is better than the ten thousand years of effort of my Tuoyue Mountain going down the drain."

The Great Demon Guan Xiang wanted to say more, but he was interrupted by a wave of the hand from the weary-looking old man in gray.

Fei Fei coiled around the giant pillar, flicking her scarlet tongue; though she was in the Ascension Realm, her eyes were now somewhat blank and at a loss.

Fei Ran suppressed a certain emotion deep in his heart, his body surging with Sword Intent.

Liu Cha stared at Yang Simu and said in a deep voice, "Yang Simu, if you let go of the Great Path of Writing of my Wilderness World, I am willing to honor you as the new Co-Lord of the Wilderness!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked once again.

The Old Blind Man suddenly said in a solemn voice, "Yang Simu, don't let go! This is a Great Path of Writing that leads directly to the Fourteenth Realm!"

Yang Simu had thought that the golden ball of light in his hand was important, but he hadn't expected it to be this important!

At this moment, he was suddenly caught in a dilemma.