My Simulated Road to Immortality

Chapter 782: 745: Never Rest Until Nine Heads Are Dead

Chapter 782: Chapter 745: Never Rest Until Nine Heads Are Dead

“This feeling…”

“It’s so wonderful.”

The young girl’s voice became a bit trance-like: “It’s like seeing my own reflection in the mirror and feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.”

“Teacher Qing, what’s really going on?”

Upon hearing the girl’s affirmative answer, Little Green also seemed taken aback.

“Could it be…”

…

Xu Bai was oblivious to what was happening beyond the wall separating them.

At that moment, his attention was fully immersed in the sudden comprehension of the Red String Sword Art.

As his understanding deepened, the red string suppressing the dark flesh seemed to animate, gently floating to Xu Bai’s side and tenderly enveloping him.

After an unknown duration, Xu Bai abruptly opened his eyes and flicked his finger.

An almost invisible red light flashed from his hand and shot toward the twisted flesh in front of him.

The incessant moans echoing within the temple fell silent for a moment.

Even though they resumed a moment later.

Nevertheless, the phenomena left the veiled woman standing behind Xu Bai agape.

“Sir…” She couldn’t help but call out to him.

Xu Bai raised his hand to stop her from asking her question, only observing the small bloodstain on his wrist that had mysteriously appeared.

Bodies of Nascent Soul Monks, even when wounded by a sword or ax, could recover in an instant.

Yet this small bloodstain seemed intrinsically bound him and wouldn’t dissipate.

“So there are such serious side effects.” Xu Bai couldn’t help but frown slightly.

“It seems that Xu Ke’s disappearance might be tied to his frequent use of the Red String Sword Art.”

“The Wood Sword, although embodying the principles of all swords, lacks the capacity to strike first.”

“The Rope Sword possesses unparalleled killing intent, but requires sacrificing oneself.”

Xu Bai’s eyes sparkled: “They each have their own limitations. Interesting…”

Next, Xu Bai revisited the eight remaining temples one by one.

Besides deepening his comprehension of the Red String Sword Art, he also saw the three decapitated heads of Chi Jiu, each displaying an unnerving glare.

One of the heads had its hair, flesh, and eyes gouged out by the Imperial People. Only a mottled skull was left.

However, the remaining two heads seemed just as vivid as when they had just been decapitated.

Before even approaching, he could feel the limitless killing intent and resentment they exuded.

“Such a monster!”

This was the first time Xu Bai had seen a true primordial beast; it sent shivers down his spine.

“A thousand years after its death, its ferocity still lingers. I can’t imagine how ferocious it was in its prime. And the Mr. Bai who killed it with just a red string…”

A surge of thoughts raced through Xu Bai’s mind.

After concluding his visit, he returned to the High Tower Palace.

Gazing upon the veiled woman sitting next to Little Green, an uncanny sensation arose in Xu Bai’s heart.

He attempted to raise his right hand.

To his surprise, the veiled woman across from him also raised her right hand synchronously.

Without any agreement, they moved in almost perfect sync.

It was as if there was a mirror between the two.

Apart from the slightly different appearances, that veiled woman seemed almost identical to himself.

“Sacred Blood into Embryo Method.” In a split second, Xu Bai knew the reason for this phenomenon.

And he also inferred the identity of the woman veiled woman in front of him.

The Empress.

The descendant of Xu Ke and the nominal ruler of the Empire.

However, he clearly couldn’t reveal that he knew this.

Feigning complete surprise, he jumped up, pointed at the Empress and exclaimed in loss, “What’s happening here?”

Little Green watched every microexpression on Xu Bai’s face closely, trying to detect any discrepancies. But to her disappointment, none surfaced.

Xu Bai’s reactions were identical to those of the Empress.

“It seems he himself is unaware of his true identity,” Little Green mused to herself.

“What do you mean by that, fellow cultivator?” Still, she decided to make one more probe, posing a seemingly trivial question.

Xu Bai seemed to have recovered from the initial shock at this point. His gaze landed on the Empress, his eyes filled with confusion.

“Who is this woman? Although we’ve just met, I feel a deep sense of familiarity and affinity towards her.”

“It’s not a delusion. I feel the same way.” The Empress replied softly.

Xu Bai seemed even more shocked.

He turned to look at Little Green: “Fellow Daoist, what is going on here?”

Little Green met his gaze for a substantial period before finally speaking. Instead of answering, she countered with a question: “How much do you know about your own background, Daoist Xu?”

“My background?” Xu Bai was momentarily baffled.

“I’m just a mortal’s descendant, originally living in a Small World. Through certain coincidences, I joined the United Federation of All Realms and embarked on the Immortal Path. My blood relatives passed away long ago…”

“Is there something wrong with my background?” Xu Bai asked.

Little Green studied Xu Bai’s eyes, trying to determine the truth in his words.

After a long silence, she finally gave up.

Then Little Green took out a portrait. The character in it looked alarmingly similar to Xu Bai.

“Who is this…” Xu Bai continued to feign ignorance.

“This is the founder of the Empire and my master,” a hint of melancholy came across Little Green’s voice, “His name is Xu Ke.”

“Many years ago, he bid everyone farewell. Since then, his whereabouts have been unknown.”

Xu Bai gazed at the portrait, seemingly dumbfounded by the overwhelming revelation as he stood there motionless.

After a long pause, he finally spoke up. “He also has the surname Xu. Does this mean I could possibly be a descendant of Xu Ke?”

“As of now, this seems to be the only plausible explanation,” Little Green replied, her tone also laced with uncertainty.

“Fellow Daoist Xu, where is your homeland exactly? As far as I know, my master was not the type to marry or have children…” Little Green inquired perplexedly.

“My hometown is in…” As Xu Bai began to answer, he abruptly cut himself off.

Regaining his senses, he aggressively turned the tables. Eyeing Little Green and the Empress suspiciously, he said incredulously, “Daoist Qing, are you treating me like a child to fool around with? Is this all just a coincidence?”

“Having said that, what do you two really want?” Xu Bai stared coldly at Little Green.

Surprised by Xu Bai’s sudden change of attitude, Little Green was momentarily stunned.

She then let out a bitter laugh: “Actually, I also find it hard to believe. But everything just happened so perfectly, as though it was all destined, letting me, who had already given up after thousands of years, meet you.”

“As for the truthfulness of my words, there’s a way we can check.”

Upon finishing her sentence, Little Green shared a look with the Empress.

The Empress took out a scepter and lightly tapped the ground.

Suddenly, the floor opened up beneath them and swallowed the three whole.

Xu Bai didn’t resist. Shortly after, he found himself in a vast space with no visible end.

Row after row, this place was filled with the bodies of various Exotic Beasts.

In the further distance, there were all kinds of mechanical devices.

Xu Bai attempted to move forward, but an invisible barrier blocked his way.

“This is the Empire Treasury, holding the wealth the Empire has accumulated over thousands of years.”