Eternal Saber

Chapter 586 - 7: Nightmare Realm

Chen Tang quickly looked towards Song Wu.

Song Wu’s condition was also very poor. He was holding his long sword with one hand, drenched in sweat, trembling all over, and his expression kept changing, as if he was trapped in some kind of illusion realm, unable to extricate himself.

Chen Tang was worried but couldn’t help in any way, just staring blankly.

The three people in the main hall seemed to be under a spell, yet he was not affected at all.

He didn’t know what had happened to the three of them.

Chen Tang carefully recalled.

Unlike the three of them, he hadn’t seen this person’s face and hadn’t looked into the opponent’s eyes. Could this be the key?

What’s even stranger is that among the three, Song Wu had the lowest cultivation.

But the first to collapse and die abruptly was True Monarch Lingyun.

To kill a Nascent Soul True Monarch so effortlessly, it probably could only be a Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm!

Chen Tang recalled what Emperor Wu had mentioned to him about the Nine Great Sects, and combined with the feeling this person gave him, the most likely candidate was the Xiling Demon Venerable!

Regarding this Grandmaster, Chen Tang knew nothing at all, only knowing the name roughly.

On the other side.

Uncle Wang felt as if he had fallen into hell.

All around him were the people he had killed in the past, transformed into ferocious fierce ghosts, grimacing and pouncing on him from all directions, wanting to bite and tear the flesh off his body!

"Monsters and demons, how can you disturb my mind!"

Uncle Wang’s anger reached the top of his head, his eyes blazing, and with a loud roar, he somehow snatched a great sword and began hacking at the ghosts around him.

The ghosts were all scattered by the great sword!

But there were too many of these ghosts, coming on continuously.

"Fine, I’ll kill you all again!"

Uncle Wang was fearless, slaughtering in all directions.

He didn’t know how long he fought, but the surrounding ghosts gradually thinned out.

Uncle Wang only felt a bit weak, a chill running down his back, yet he wasn’t hurt.

"Hahahaha!"

Uncle Wang laughed loudly, bolstering his spirit, saying, "I have acted rightly, and done justly, my deeds are without shame to heaven and earth, how can you little ghostly souls harm me in the slightest!"

"Are you truly without guilt?"

A strange voice rang out, ethereal and elusive, sometimes distant, sometimes near.

A familiar figure appeared, stumbling towards Uncle Wang, with blood still dripping from his temples, it was the innkeeper who had just died by his hands.

"Why did you kill me, why!"

The innkeeper stretched out his arms and lunged at Uncle Wang, asking sternly.

Uncle Wang’s heart tightened, he clenched his teeth, calmed his mind, raised his sword and slashed, loudly saying, "Killing you was all for His Holiness, for the country!"

The great sword split the soul of the innkeeper, but the soul did not dissipate, instead, it collided into Uncle Wang.

He couldn’t help quivering, feeling a chill.

"Were you truly doing it for His Holiness?"

"Were you truly doing it for the country?"

"Did you have no personal motives?"

The recently deceased bearded man, fur-clad couple, all three of them advanced on Uncle Wang step by step, continuously questioning.

"I, I..."

Uncle Wang’s mind wavered, hesitated, and then said, "I have lived my life with clearness, loyal and dedicated, never close to women, in high position yet not seeking pleasure, absolutely selfless!"

Though he said it, his tone was a bit weaker than before.

"The Prime Minister retired, the nation’s military and political power all in your hands, the unification of Nanxia’s Jianghu, all to heed your command, what do you want!"

"You certainly don’t seek pleasure, because getting on the throne, all the wealth of the world would be yours."

"His Holiness, the country, were all your excuses."

"You are not close to women, not fond of money, because what fascinates you most is the power in your hands. And the pinnacle of power is the Emperor of Nanxia, you have the ambition to proclaim yourself emperor!"

Uncle Wang’s spirit was greatly shaken, wielding his great sword, charging forward madly, shouting loudly, "Nonsense, you’re talking nonsense!"

The great sword cut through the souls of the three.

But Uncle Wang felt increasingly cold, shivering uncontrollably.

The most evident part was on his back, as if carrying a block of ice.

"Grandpa, why did you kill me?"

At this moment, two small arms wrapped around Uncle Wang’s neck from behind, a childish voice asked softly near him.

The child that died at his hands was lying on his back!

Uncle Wang’s hackles rose in fear!

That child suddenly opened its mouth, biting down on his neck.

A biting cold rushed straight to his head, Uncle Wang felt a sharp pain in his mind, cried out, and woke up instantly, spitting blood, falling back.

Chen Tang was dumbfounded, secretly frightened, even forgetting about his injuries.

He didn’t know what Uncle Wang had experienced, only seeing him struggling desperately, painfully, and after a while, spitting blood and collapsing.

Uncle Wang, a peak grandmaster, only managed to hold on for a bit longer.

Of course, he fared better than True Monarch Lingyun, barely holding onto a breath, but was in poor condition, face ghostly pale, already unable to fight.

And from the beginning to the end, the black-robed man had not moved a single finger.

After walking over, he didn’t even utter a word.

Two grandmasters, one dead, one injured!

Chen Tang had encountered several Grandmasters of the Transformation Realm and had seen their methods in person.

But such unpredictable methods as the black-robed man had, were unheard of, simply too terrifying, truly astonishing!

The black-robed man said calmly, "People of Jianghu are indeed no match for them, but with enough strength, you don’t need schemes and tricks, ghostly methods."

Having said that, the black-robed man walked towards Uncle Wang.

Chen Tang was stunned, a strange feeling arose in his heart.

Was the black-robed man’s words a response to him?

Or was it just to vent on the people of Jianghu?

At this moment, Song Wu took a long, deep breath, coming back to his senses, feeling exhausted, more tired than a three-day three-night battle.

But he glanced to the side, still struggling to move his steps, standing in front of Uncle Wang, blocking the black-robed man.

Song Wu was drenched, leaving a wet footprint with every step he took.

"Hmm?"

The black-robed man murmured slightly, somewhat surprised.

This young man could actually break free from his ’Nightmare Realm’ without injury.

Escaping the Nightmare Realm depended not on cultivation.

It depended solely on one’s own spirit and will.

Spirit, namely will, temperament, and intention.

One’s spirit, whether mature or naive, good or evil, is within reason.

But if caught in the Nightmare Realm, once the spirit wavers, if a flaw appears, a heart demon will arise, further invaded by the nightmare, causing severe damage.

Like Uncle Wang, claiming his deeds are without guilt, selfless, but under constant nightmare assault, his spirit still wavered, revealing flaws.

The larger the flaw, the stronger the heart demon, the greater the backlash.

True Monarch Lingyun even died directly in the Nightmare Realm.

Until the moment of death, he couldn’t escape.

The black-robed man’s eyes emitted a strange purple glow, observing Song Wu in front of him.

Those people from Peach Blossom Valley had average cultivation but good judgment.

What’s even more surprising was that this young man actually dared to block his path!