Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 805 - 496: Escaping for Life2

With a violent roar, that piece of chaos was blasted into nothingness.

And the figure of the Master of the Tower of Ti also disappeared.

As if he had been completely obliterated.

"Is the Master of the Tower of Ti dead?" soone murmured.

During the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning’s retreat, almost the entire secret force was managed by the Master of the Tower of Ti and the Lord of Silence.

The Master of the Tower of Ti had imnse authority within the secret force.

Now, watching the giant cannon blast him into nothingness, many felt a sense of sorrow.

"From this day on, investigate thoroughly! Any traitor, kill!" The authoritative voice of the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning made everyone in the secret force tremble.

Then, the secret force regained its calm.

However, this was rely an illusion; everyone knew another bloodbath was about to erupt.

When such commotion arose within the secret force, nearly everyone was drawn to it.

"What’s happening? Are the secret force and the Dark Twisted side at war?" a Supre speculated.

But this was rely simple conjecture.

Everyone knew, given the current situation, the secret force and Dark Twisted side couldn’t possibly go to war; at least the surface alliance must be maintained.

Dao Realm!

"Pff!"

Inside the great hall of the Dao Realm, a figure fell.

The Master of the Tower of Ti, or rather, the Star Sea Master, spat blood once more.

He had dodged the deadly strike from the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning.

But his condition was far from good.

To escape, he even burned so Divine Patterns; recovery now seed almost impossible.

"If you had acted any slower, I wouldn’t have made it back!" Xing Hai’s eyes were filled with dissatisfaction.

He had cooperated with the World Supre for so long that he knew the World Supre had the ability to bring him back unhard.

But the World Supre didn’t do so.

Leaving him severely injured, naturally Xing Hai felt so resentnt.

"The Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning isn’t a kind soul; he might have been waiting for to arrive. If I did go, I might have fallen into his trap. You’re only injured now, you will recover easily. Also, this exposure isn’t necessarily bad for you," the World Supre said.

Only then did Xing Hai’s expression improve.

But everything the World Supre said before was just nonsense to him; what he cared about was the last sentence.

This ant he could stay by his wife’s side.

"Do you still have people around the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning?" Xing Hai asked.

He wasn’t concerned about the World Supre’s plans but worried that if the World Supre failed, he wouldn’t be able to revive his wife.

"There are people, but they’re not very useful. And given the current situation, there’s no need to insert any more personnel," the World Supre said, "I will arrange for you to rest beside the source for a while."

Xing Hai said no more and just reminded him with a sentence.

"The Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning has people beyond the realm, be cautious."

The World Supre nodded, and Xing Hai disappeared from the Dao Realm.

After Xing Hai left, a portal of light appeared, flickering in the World Supre’s hand.

His eyes gradually beca deep and contemplative.

...

anwhile, at the border of the Dark Twisted.

This place was shrouded in darkness all year round, bordering the outer realm in the deepest darkness.

Eighteen eras passed, and few rarely ever crossed the darkness to reach this border area.

At this mont, figures appeared at a certain part of the boundary.

"Mo Dao, our Twisted camp kindly took you in, why did you betray!" Xue Sha said coldly.

Ahead was a figure.

It was Mo Dao, who had severed the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning’s original body’s leg.

Mo Dao didn’t seem in a good condition.

His blade servant was severely injured, his right hand already severed, and black flas clung to the stump, preventing him from regrowing his limb even with his Supre power.

Moreover, Mo Dao himself had tiny cracks.

After he defected, Hen Dao personally attempted twice to capture him. Though Mo Dao was wickedly strong, he couldn’t defeat Hen Dao and escaped wounded.

However, because of the Supre’s summons, Hen Dao wasn’t present.

Even so, Mo Dao was no match for any Supre.

"Defection? Don’t think I’m unaware of your intentions, you wanted to keep in the Twisted camp only to later sacrifice to summon the Supre Lord, my body, would be the Supre Lord’s most handy weapon. Do you think I am dumb?" Mo Dao said coldly.

Those Supres didn’t bother replying and attacked Mo Dao directly.

Mo Dao wasn’t just a future sacrifice to summon the Supre Lord but had other uses. Besides, he held the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning’s leg; he had to be captured.

Several Twisted Supres attacked, the montum was imnse.

Surrounded, Mo Dao seed to have no escape.

At that mont, the blade servant moved, wielding Mo Dao, slashing violently at the barrier between the outer realm and the Land of the Forsaken Husk.

The instant the slash landed, a small crack appeared in the barrier.

"Bad!!"

The Twisted Supres exclaid, but it was too late.

Mo Dao’s face lit up with joy. He had been wandering the darkness seeking the weakest point. Given his body’s uniqueness, he could break the barrier and enter the outer realm, escaping both the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning and the entities of the darkness!

Mo Dao seized the chance and slipped away.

"Boom!!"

The Supres’ attack landed, but Xue Sha already knew it was futile.

Mo Dao’s trace vanished.

The Twisted Supres were dumbfounded.

"What now?" a Supre asked.

"Return and report to the commander!" Xue Sha said through gritted teeth.

Monts later, the shattered barrier healed, as if nothing had happened.

In the desolate space of the outer realm, the blade servant fell with Mo Dao.

The blade servant’s lower half had vanished, leaving only a damaged upper half, its aura flickering like a dying candle about to extinguish.

"That last strike exhausted all the blade servant’s energy and source, and it’s about to dissipate."

Mo Dao’s joy didn’t last long; he was in a dire situation too.

Due to the Twisted Supres’ pursuit and the energy spent breaking the barrier, not only was the blade servant dying, but Mo Dao himself was about to fall asleep from exhaustion.

Suddenly, Mo Dao shuddered.

The remaining part of the blade servant disintegrated.

Mo Dao’s body trembled lightly, unable to move at all.

At his weakest mont, without the blade servant, he couldn’t go anywhere.

The desolate place ant he wouldn’t know when he’d see daylight again if he fell asleep.

The current situation was unpredictable. If he accidentally slept for tens or hundreds of thousands of years, he’d awaken to find the Supre Lord already reviving and impossible to contend with.

Mo Dao felt unwilling!

After escaping with great difficulty, must he be caught again?

At that mont, a staggering figure appeared in the desolate space.

A young man in a white robe, covered in blood, his strength about Saint Realm level.

Badly wounded, fleeing for his life.

Many were chasing him, intending to kill him!

Seeing this, Mo Dao used his last bit of strength to fall into the young man’s hand.

The youth halted.

"Wu Ling, you can’t escape, surrender and we’ll leave your body whole!"

The leading pursuer was a burly man with a long spear, brimming with killing intent.

Behind him were five slightly weaker individuals.

"You leave whole, I won’t leave you whole!" The youth lifted his head suddenly.

His eyes filled with killing intent, his body exuding a bloodthirsty aura.

Raising his hand, Mo Dao slashed down, and before the pursuers could react, all fell dead, their Qi-Blood bodies turning into blood mist absorbed by Mo Dao...