60: Chapter 60 Where is the Land of No Worries? The Moonlit Witch Reveals Her True Colors

"Hurry up!"

Qin Mu was, after all, still possessed of a youthful Heart-Nature, and upon hearing news of Wuyou Township.

Even though this news came suspiciously, and even though the old man smoking the dry pipe before him laughed rather eerily, he couldn't care about so much.

He grabbed Ye Xiu's sleeve and turned back to call out to the Village Chief.

Wind rose beneath his feet; he wished he could sprout wings and fly over those two mountains.

"Muer! Slow down!"

The Village Chief had just wanted to open his mouth to stop him, but saw that Qin Mu had already rushed out like a little calf.

That old pipe-smoker watched Qin Mu's retreating figure, the smile at the corner of his mouth becoming increasingly brilliant, even somewhat... sinister.

He took a deep puff of his dry pipe, and the smoke he exhaled was no longer white, but a pale red carrying a nauseating scent of blood.

"Let's go, Village Chief."

Ye Xiu patted the Village Chief's shoulder, a flash of cold, sharp light passing through his eyes, but his face still wore that cynical smile:

"Since someone has 'pointed the way,' if we don't go and take a look, wouldn't we be failing to appreciate the old man's 'kind intentions'?"

"What's more, there are some things that, if Muer doesn't see with his own eyes, he won't give up."

Hearing this, the Village Chief nodded thoughtfully, his golden eyes sweeping over the old pipe-smoker, and with a cold snort, he followed Ye Xiu to catch up.

Crossing over the two gloomy black mountains, the scene before them suddenly opened up, yet it also filled one with despair.

There was no Wuyou Township, like the mythical paradise filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

There was only a desolate, deathly silent black wasteland.

And at the end of the wasteland stood a massive black stone tablet.

On it, two large characters were carved in blood-dripping ancient seal script—[Fengdu].

And behind the stone tablet, it was not land, but a vast, boundless starry sky...

No, that was severed space.

In this Void Realm, a massive ancient ship was floating.

Its design was almost exactly the same as the previous sun ship, but its entire body was pitch black as ink, emitting the coldness and deathly silence of Taiyin power.

There was no burning sun on the ship; instead, there were rolling black mountain ranges and countless dilapidated, collapsed palaces.

In the ruins of those palaces, one could faintly see the shadows of their former glory.

But now, only broken walls and ruins remained, emitting woeful wails in the gloomy wind.

"Is… is this… Wuyou Township?"

Qin Mu stood frozen on the spot, his eyes full of hope instantly losing their luster.

The home he had imagined was a place with parents, warmth, and laughter.

Not this… ghost place where dead people stay.

"No… that's not right! That old man lied to me!"

Qin Mu clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails digging deep into his flesh, and fresh blood dripped onto the black soil.

He was unwilling to accept this.

He did not believe that the home he thought about day and night would be such a ruin.

"Child… you have finally come…"

Just as Qin Mu was on the verge of breaking down, a voice so gentle it was heartbreaking suddenly came from that deathly silent moon boat.

This voice seemed to have traversed time and space, carrying a mother's love and call.

Qin Mu suddenly raised his head.

He saw that at the highest point of the dilapidated palace, a figure had appeared, he knew not when.

It was a woman dressed in white palace attire; although it was far away, her face could not be seen clearly.

But that figure, that temperament, were exactly the same as the back he had seen in his dreams countless times!

"Mother…?"

Qin Mu's voice trembled, and tears streamed from his eyes.

That pulse of Bloodline connection made him instantly forget all doubt.

He lifted his foot, about to rush toward that moon boat.

"Zheng—!!!"

However, the moment he took a step.

A high-pitched, impassioned sword hum, like the roar of a Dragon from the Nine Heavens, suddenly exploded between heaven and earth!

An extremely brilliant golden Sword Qi burst forth from the demon slaying sword in Ye Xiu's hand.

It transformed into a golden giant Dragon, circling above the three of them, and let out a deafening roar at the woman in white on the moon boat!

"Roar—!!!"

This Dragon roar contained the ultimate blood Qi of the Four Poles Secret Realm and the Divine Soul power of the Dao Palace Perfection, and even more, it carried the righteous Qi of the demon slaying sword that specifically countered evil spirits.

It was like a clap of thunder, fiercely splitting the illusion before their eyes.

"Ah—!"

The originally gentle and loving woman in white was shaken by this Dragon roar and immediately let out a shrill, ear-piercing scream.

The white palace attire on her body instantly shattered, turning into countless black Devilish Qi and dissipating.

The originally intoxicating fairy-like posture and jade bones actually turned into a withered, sinister, green-faced and fanged old Devil Head!

Its whole body was covered in black pustules, and its spine had pierced through its flesh and extended out, like venomous snakes dancing.

"What?!"

Qin Mu was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that he sat down on the ground, his face deathly pale.

That gentle mother from his dreams… was actually such a disgusting monster?

"Hmph! Mere petty tricks, daring to show off before me!"

Ye Xiu held the demon slaying sword, standing in front of Qin Mu, his eyes as cold as knives.

"Old Devil Head, you didn't cherish the chance to point the way just now."

"Since you insist on seeking death, then I shall fulfill your wish!"

The Village Chief also manifested his Spiritual Qi golden body at this moment, hovering in mid-air, golden Sword Qi flickering at his fingertips, sealing off the old Devil Head's retreat.

"Such heavy blood-evil Qi. It seems the outskirts of Fengdu have long become the lair for you extraterrestrial demons."

"Since you've come, just stay here!"

"Hehehe…"

Seeing that its disguise had been seen through, the old Devil Head simply stopped hiding it.

It stuck out its scarlet long tongue, licked the pus and blood flowing down its face, and its pair of greenish eyes were filled with resentment and madness:

"Good! What a Wine Sword Immortal! What an old Sword God!"

"I originally wanted to trick this brat over to be a perfect vessel, but since you insist on seeking death, don't blame me, Old Ancestor, for being impolite!"

"Blood Lotus Formation! Rise!"

Following the old Devil Head's sharp shout.

The originally deathly silent black wasteland suddenly began to shake violently.

Countless scarlet blood pillars shot into the sky, transforming into giant, enchanting blood-colored lotuses.

These lotuses were not physical entities, but were condensed from pure Devilish Qi and fresh blood, and on every lotus, they emitted a nauseating scent of blood and a demonic nature capable of corroding the Divine Soul.

"Whoosh—!"

As the blood lotuses bloomed, the surrounding space began to distort.

Black cracks appeared out of thin air, and from those cracks, demonic shadows with various forms and terrifying auras stepped out.

"The Eight Tribes of Heavenly Demons?!"

The Village Chief's expression changed slightly.

These demonic shadows were not ordinary minor ghosts, but high-level Heavenly Demons that imitated the forms of the Buddhist Eight Heavenly Dragons!

There was the Mahoraga with a body like a giant python, spitting poison mist.

There was the Yaksha with wings on its back, holding a steel fork.

And there was the Asura with three heads and six arms, possessing immense strength…

Fully hundreds of Heavenly Demons surrounded the three of them.

That terrifying sense of oppression felt as if it wanted to crush this heaven and earth.

"Muer! Hide behind me!"

The Village Chief pulled Qin Mu behind him, while simultaneously forming hand seals.

A golden Sword Qi light curtain instantly opened up, shielding the three of them within it.

"Little Friend Ye, this battle formation is not small."

"That old Devil Head is the one controlling the formation, its strength is likely already at the edge of the Life and Death Realm.

Although these Eight Tribes are only projections, each one has the strength of the Six Harmonies Realm or even the Seven Stars Realm."

"This time, I'm afraid we'll have to risk our lives!"