Otherworldly Desert Dust

"Hahaha, your guess is quite precise, you understand me better than those disciples," the Purple Robed Master indulgently praised.

"Now, your observation game has ended, and I too have lost my value," Wu Hen said.

"What a pity, your bloodline is impure. Taking in a clever disciple like you may not have any substantial benefits, but at least the unexpected results you brought are interesting to me."

"Disciple might be a bit misleading, more like a cricket?" Wu Hen corrected the Purple Robed Master.

The Purple Robed Master was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, showing his teeth.

His laughter was a genuine sound of being amused.

No wonder he could kill all the disciples he trained himself. If it weren't for limited information on the other side, he really might have been deceived!

"A cricket, well said, indeed, a cricket. Pleasant to the ear, and when set free, it can kill other crickets!" the Purple Robed Master said.

Wu Hen fell silent, his gaze fixed on the Sky Earth Vein.

Perhaps due to the intense psychological pressure from the Purple Robed Master, Wu Hen felt as if the sky was lowering, and even the earth was rising.

In the Divine Python Earth Vein, the remains, the dust, the ruins, the floating mountains and rivers, the inverted forests, the meandering rock valleys... all seemed to be getting compressed together, as if flowing toward a single direction.

"There is one thing I don't quite understand, could you explain it to me?" the Purple Robed Master began.

Wu Hen still did not respond, his soul trembling inexplicably, his hearing inexplicably sharpened, hearing a silent "quiver" and "rumble"!

"With your intelligence, you should have immediately presented the Ying Snake's Soul to me, showing utmost sincerity and humility to appease me, and then tried to elicit my pity for you and your home. Why do you still cling to that furnace...?"

"Could it be that you covet the Ying Snake's Soul?"

"Could it be that without my permission for you and your world to survive, you hope to battle me to the death after absorbing the Ying Snake's Soul?"

"You are indeed not an ant, but merely a cricket. But you should know that the cricket you defeated was only another cricket larger than you. So why not present it on your own initiative?"

The Purple Robed Master was in no hurry; whatever he desired was within his grasp.

Still, he was curious and puzzled.

All of Wu Hen's actions were clever enough for survival, granting the Purple Robed Master an entertaining cricket game. The only flaw was the timing. Wu Hen had delayed the presentation of the Ying Snake despite the Master's display of true power...

This senseless behavior did not match his intellect.

"Master, did you hear something?" Wu Hen's expression revealed a hint of unease, and he finally couldn't resist asking.

The Purple Robed Master frowned, dissatisfied with Wu Hen's lack of a direct answer.

He glanced at the Nuwa Divine Edge wandering in the Divine Python Earth Vein.

Nuwa's movements were beyond comprehension, sometimes slow, sometimes still, and sometimes appearing far beyond the horizon...

But one thing was certain, Nuwa Divine Edge was leaving the Divine Python Earth Vein, about to depart.

The otherworldly beyond the boundary of the Divine Python Earth Vein was an unknown, even to the Purple Robed Master. Should it be a realm of a higher existence, an intrusion could be perilous.

So once Nuwa Divine Edge left the Divine Python Earth Vein, the Purple Robed Master would not pursue.

"Are you stalling for time, trying to buy a chance for your home to escape my grasp, how foolish!" The Purple Robed Master's voice turned icy.

"Is it just my imagination?" Wu Hen murmured to himself.

"Present it!" The Purple Robed Master's tone shifted quickly, carrying a cold command.

Wu Hen continued to ignore him, only looking up and down constantly.

But Wu Hen hadn't activated Spiritual Vision, so he couldn't see any differences in the Divine Python Earth Vein.

"I said, present it!" The Purple Robed Master stood there, and though he could turn Wu Hen into a bloody pulp with a gesture, he maintained his aloof grace.

Wu Hen disregarded the Purple Robed Master's command once more.

An extremely ominous feeling surged through his body, as if every cell was coming alive, collectively fleeing, frantically warning him...

But his soul's perception was limited, unable to sense the boundless terror, only finding an extraordinary tranquility and harmony around, even the Purple Robed Master's roar no longer felt a colossal threat!

What was happening????

What on earth was happening???

His body and soul felt nothing!

Why did fear encircle, and death beckon??

It was a presence beyond his understanding...

It was like being in a well, utterly unable to glimpse the vast sky!

Only an alien auditory sense captured a hint of the calm before the storm...

Life's instinct, etched in his genes, warned him annihilation was imminent!

"Little Yi!"

The Black Divine Material!

Suddenly, Wu Hen realized something!

This extraordinary perception did not belong to him...

The alert came from the Black Divine Material within him—facing a formidable enemy!

Wu Hen's heart was more than shocked!
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Whether confronting the Yin Pole Heavenly Court or the Purple Robed Master directly, the Black Divine Material had never shown this state...

Why was it so on edge?

Something in this Divine Python Earth Vein was approaching at infinite speed, causing time to slow infinitely!

"I never thought someone like you would still retain your pride. As your master, let me teach you one last lesson. In the Desert Dust walk of life, dignity is the least you should have. Remember this when you are reborn!" The Purple Robed Master Xin Feng finally lost his patience.

He extended his hand, claw-like.

An invisible force enveloped Wu Hen, who felt his blood ceasing to circulate, as if responding to some summon, breaking through his veins drop by drop, seeping out of his skin as a fine mist!

Blood Seizing from Afar!

Wu Hen had never witnessed such a ghostly, formidable ability. At this moment, he could do nothing but watch as his blood continuously misted out from his follicles and orifices. Meanwhile, all his organs began to wither as flowers deprived of water.

Survival was ultimately impossible.

The Purple Robed Master could spare anyone, but never Wu Hen.

Just as Wu Hen resigned to his death, the Purple Robed Master let out a low laugh.

This laughter bore mockery and scorn.

With a cold, crafty gaze, he continued extracting Wu Hen's blood while sarcastically saying: "Don't forget, this body never belonged to you. If I say someone dies, they die thoroughly, never to be revived in any form!"

Upon hearing this, the Purple Robed Master laughed more wildly.

Wu Hen was stunned.

He had not expected this.

Simultaneously, he felt an ethereal claw drawing out his soul from this body...

A pure soul was forcefully extracted, and for the first time, Wu Hen could gaze upon his own soul, radiating a unique light akin to Primordial Nether Light. With a form but no features, both ethereal and truly existent, more sacred than a ghost!

"Hahahaha!!"

"Despair, won't you!"

"Paltry tricks, the means you deemed clever are no better than children's games before me!" The Purple Robed Master Xin Feng said manically.

As his soul was extracted, Wu Hen felt his perception break free from the body's shackles, hearing even more clearly.

Moreover, Wu Hen's soul was not his alone; it also housed a Black Divine Death Sword.

Thus, Wu Hen's soul, apart from emitting Primordial Nether Light, also had a human-shaped soul form with an internal void of blackness. Within the boundless void quietly floated a divine relic in sword form!

Suddenly, Little Yi came alive...