The Little Book Spirit's Lies

Xu Xian's mouth could not stop twitching.

【You said the exact same thing last time, damn it.】

The same sigh, the same tone, and the same lines.

Only the word "immortal" had been replaced with "God Immortal."

His voice was raspy as he continued to question, "Did you not say it could only kill an immortal? How did it become a God Immortal?"

The little book spirit continued to deny it, "Is that so? When did I say that?"

"Yecheng!" Xu Xian reminded it.

The little book spirit's eyes rolled around as it prevaricated, "That was practically eight hundred years ago. Master must have remembered incorrectly. Besides, a God Immortal is still an immortal. It is the same thing. Do not get caught up in semantics."

Xu Xian was speechless.

It was impossible for him to have remembered incorrectly.

However, the claim that a God Immortal was also an immortal was not entirely false.

In Fanzhou, as far as mortals were concerned, anything that could fly was an immortal. To most cultivators, reaching the great ascension stage made one an immortal.

The unified standard of the cultivation world was that anything descending from the heavens was considered an immortal.

The God Immortal stage, the fourth stage of immortality... how was that not an immortal?

Only...

He confirmed, "Are you certain there are only two strikes of this Celestial Sword Intent and not a third?"

The little book spirit shook its head and said with a certain tone, "Yes, they are truly gone."

Xu Xian clicked his tongue inwardly, the disdain in his eyes completely undisguised.

Only a fool would believe you.

"Truly, Master, believe me."

Xu Xian waved his hand dismissively.

He felt that there should be more. As for why the little book spirit refused to say, it was likely afraid that he would develop a dependency on it.

But to say he had no resentment at all would be a lie. After all, if he had known beforehand that he had such a trump card, why would he have been so terrified?

Why would he have been so subservient in front of that Twilight Emperor?

He would have flipped the table and fought him long ago.

Truthfully.

Thinking back to what had just happened, he still felt a lingering fear, and his heart was pounding incessantly.

For a moment, he truly felt that he was going to die again.

At that time.

He had believed the little book spirit's lies, drawn his sword, and without a second thought, stabbed toward that being's obsession.

He had thought to himself, 'You are just a wisp of a stray thought, why are you acting so high and mighty in front of me?'

He admitted there was an element of gambling involved.

But clearly, he had lost the bet this time. The moment his sword pierced forward, he was instantly subdued by the opponent.

He had been unable to move.

Then, the Sovereign was enraged, space distorted, and a giant palm descended from the sky to crush him to death.

At that moment, Xu Xian had even thought of his final words.

Then...

The Sword Tower was automatically summoned, and he heard someone shout "Sword, come!" and then he won.

The predicament was broken.

Such was life.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying inside the bone bowl.

This world had been sliced open by that single sword strike.

Xu Xian could feel that the collapsed hole in the sky connected to the world outside.

Fanzhou and the Emperor's Tomb were only a step apart.

He did not know if it was because of that hole or because the connection between the Emperor's Tomb and the Twilight Emperor had been severed.

The laws here had undergone a subtle change, and the power that had been suppressing his cultivation had mysteriously vanished.

Xu Xian did not investigate too much. After a brief recovery, he did not bother to argue with the little book spirit about what had just happened.

It was enough that he knew the truth in his heart.

He glanced around. Fortunately, the power of that sword strike had not harmed this place. The group of geniuses had merely fainted.

Their life force was still present.

As for when they would wake up, Xu Xian was not sure.

Due to the shift in the laws of the world, the power that had bound the various beings had vanished. Unwilling to take risks, Xu Xian conducted a thorough inspection of the bowl.

He even used a secret technique to reinforce the black chains, ensuring these people would not suddenly wake up and break free from their restraints.

It was better to avoid trouble.

He even went the extra mile to control Xia Chu Yi and the others as well.

Afterward.

He leaped out of the bone bowl. By this time, the sword intent that had been raging in this area had completely disappeared.

The world of dark yellow sand slowly returned to its original appearance.

Xu Xian leaned down and picked up the cup of Emperor's Blood from the ground. Holding it in his palm, he examined it closely with his divine sense.

"Tsk tsk, it truly is a good item. A pity it is poisonous."

"I will keep it. It might be useful later. If I cannot drink it, I can at least use it to build my tower."

"This cup is extraordinary. It should be worth quite a lot of money."

He muttered to himself, a flash of excitement in his eyes as he stored it into the Divine Sword Pool.

Inside the Divine Sword Pool, the old tortoise lying on the ground caught a familiar scent.

Its nose twitched.

"Hmm?"

It slowly opened its eyes and followed the scent.

It saw the golden liquid contained within the white jade radiant cup.

It was a familiar scent.

It was a familiar formula.

But the place where it appeared...

The tortoise rubbed its eyes vigorously and said dazed, "Hmm... am I dreaming?"

Even after repeated confirmation, it still could not believe it.

"Emperor's Blood?"

"The Sovereign's..."

It was the Sovereign's Emperor's Blood, and furthermore, it was the Sovereign's life-bound spirit essence, the Eternal Life Emperor's Blood.

It had drunk it before and could not be mistaken.

However, how could the Sovereign's Emperor's Blood appear in this Divine Sword Pool?

Where did Xu Xian get it from?

Questions popped up one after another. The old tortoise suddenly trembled all over, its eyes bulging. "Could it be..."

A ridiculous guess flashed through its mind, causing its sea of consciousness to shake.

It still said in disbelief, "You bastard, did he really dig up the Sovereign's grave?"

Xu Xian had said before that if he encountered the Sovereign, he would dig up his grave.

At the time, it was taken as a joke, but now...

...

Outside the Divine Sword Pool, within the Emperor's Tomb, Xu Xian asked the little book spirit, "How much longer until this place closes?"

The little book spirit spread its tiny hands and said with feigned regret, "The gatekeeper is dead."

This meant that there was no one left to close the gate.

Xu Xian was stunned and asked again, "Does that mean I can come and go as I please?"

The little book spirit repeated, "I said, the gatekeeper is dead."

Xu Xian was dazed for a moment before he finally reacted.

The gatekeeper was dead.

With no one to close the gate, naturally, there was no one to open it either.

The implication was clear.

Xu Xian could leave whenever he wanted, but it meant he could only go out and would not be able to come back in.

"I understand. As long as I can leave, it is fine."

The little book spirit added, "However, if that Sovereign's true body actually awakens in the future, this place can still be opened again."

How long would that take?

Besides.

If that fellow truly woke up, the first thing he would probably do is kill him, right?

He could not be bothered to think about it. There was still time, and he would deal with it later.

For now, the priority was to finish the cleanup work.

Since no one was in charge here anymore and no one could enter, and since he was already here, even if he did not get the legacy of the Emperor's Tomb, he could not go back empty-handed.

Obviously not.

If he did not bring something back, Xu Xian would not feel at ease.

He took action.

To ensure no accidents occurred, he carried the bone bowl with him as he moved toward the place where he had fought the myriad beings earlier.

Ten thousand corpses lay there.

If he remembered correctly, he had not yet searched the bodies of those people.

He could not let them go to waste.

Even a tiny fly was still meat.

Xu Xian began looting, rummaging through the somewhat pungent and bloody piles of corpses.

At the same time, as the atmosphere within the Emperor's Tomb settled.

The Saints and those at the tribulation transcendence stage could see the world inside the Emperor's Tomb through the cracked tomb gate.

Naturally, they witnessed the scene of Bai Mang rummaging through the corpse piles.

Some furrowed their brows, some wrinkled their noses, and others tightened their faces as they discussed in hushed tones.

"Is he... Bai Mang?"

"What is he doing?"

"Uh... it looks like he is stripping the clothes off the dead."

"A necrophile?"

"Wait, did they not say his cultivation was sealed?"

"Perhaps it is because of the explosion just now."