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Chapter 675 - Disgust
Chapter 675 - Disgust
Mu Tianli left the warship with Liu Wuxie, allowing Elder He to accompany the other disciples to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.
“Wuxie, have you memorized the Heavenly Nether Battlefield’s map I sent you?” Mu Tianli asked. If Liu Wuxie were to travel on foot, it would take him an entire month to reach the battlefield. By then, Mu Yueying might already have met her demise.
Cultivators at the True Profound Realm could tear through space and traverse the distance in just three days. Along the way, Mu Tianli had shared critical information about the Heavenly Nether Battlefield with Liu Wuxie.
“I’ve practically memorized it,” Liu Wuxie replied. Mu Tianli’s energy enveloped him as they traveled through the void, shielding him from the biting pitch-black winds that swirled in the darkness.
Three days later, they emerged from the void and found themselves in a barren wasteland, where the biting, cold wind howled relentlessly. There wasn’t a speck of green, and the surroundings looked lifeless, as though the world had abandoned them. This place was devoid of life, not to mention signs of humans.
“This is the Heavenly Nether Battlefield?” Liu Wuxie asked. It differed from how he had imagined it to be based on the information he had received.
“This is the Heavenly Nether Battlefield’s entrance. Once you enter, you will face experts from the Southern Province and other regions, such as the Central Plains,” Mu Tianli explained solemnly.
The Heavenly Nether Battlefield was dangerous, and Liu Wuxie had to rescue Mu Yueying while ensuring his own safety.
“The Heavenly Nether Battlefield is linked to the other regions?” Liu Wuxie asked. Mu Tianli hadn’t provided any information on that. He had only received the Heavenly Nether Battlefield’s map and standard information.
“That’s right. The Heavenly Nether Battlefield is located at the True Martial Continent’s center, and several spatial rifts act as entrances. So it’s common to see cultivators from the other regions inside,” Mu Tianli explained.
Liu Wuxie nodded at the explanation. He had practically seen all the prodigies in the Southern Province, while the demon clans mainly dominated the Western Barren.
The only concern was the Central Plain, the strongest region in the True Martial Continent.
From many books, Liu Wuxie had learned that the Central Plains was stronger than he had imagined. Not to mention, the Central Plains also had teleportation arrays for the other astral realms. The True Martial Continent was only a tiny realm and insignificant compared to astral realms.
“Do you see that crack over there?” Mu Tianli asked, pointing at a spatial rift between two bald mountains. The powerful wind blew out from the spatial rift, turning the surrounding place into a wasteland.
“I will do my best to rescue Big Sister Mu,” Liu Wuxie said and vanished. He had conjured a protective shield that prevented him from being swept away by the wind.
Before he left, Mu Tianli had given him a pill. Mu Tianli had kept it with him for decades but never had the heart to use it. He hoped it could ensure Liu Wuxie’s safety in the critical moment.
Liu Wuxie accepted the pill without any hesitation as he knew it was dangerous in the Heavenly Nether Battlefield. This pill would ensure his safety and increase his chance of rescuing Mu Yueying.
When Liu Wuxie stepped into the spatial rift, he experienced waves of searing pain and felt like he was enveloped in flames. The sensation lasted for ten or so breaths before he began to fall from the sky, overwhelmed by a desolate aura.
When he landed on the ground, he began scanning his surroundings. He saw brown trees. The landscape here was different from that in the Southern Province.
Liu Wuxie had given himself a month to find Mu Yueying and would leave if he couldn’t find her. After all, too many matters were awaiting his attention—he still had to bring his father-in-law and mother-in-law into the cultivation world and head to the Western Barren to rescue Murong Yi’s parents.
Once he had taken care of his responsibilities, he planned on leaving the Southern Province and heading to the other regions to search for his birth parents. Due to the laws, he couldn’t advance further in the Southern Province, and his limit was the Nascent Transformation Realm. He would have to journey to stronger realms to advance further in his cultivation.
Choosing a random direction, Liu Wuxie disappeared into the distance. His speed, however, was far slower than in the Southern Province, forcing him to travel on foot to conserve energy.
After traversing a dense forest, the landscape opened up before him, revealing a dilapidated city. Long ago, humans had thrived in the Heavenly Nether Battlefield, but after the ancient war, most survivors fled, leaving only ruins in their wake.
To his surprise, upon closer examination, the city appeared well-preserved. Typically, buildings of this age would have succumbed to the relentless erosion of time, and the restrictions that once protected them would have long since faded without human upkeep.
He increased his speed and shot forward like an arrow, heading toward the city. Once he stepped into the city, it wasn’t as deserted as he had expected. There were taverns and teahouses, along with cultivators walking on the street.
This shocked Liu Wuxie as the Heavenly Nether Battlefield was more bustling than he had imagined. Few people were on the street as most were here to rest and would leave shortly after they were done.
Upon seeing an unfamiliar face, many cultivators stopped to look at Liu Wuxie walking into an inn.
“Hello, are you here for food or lodging?” The shopkeeper came out to ask. His demeanor wasn’t very welcoming, and his facial expression was grim, as though Liu Wuxie owed him money.
“Have you seen this person before?” Liu Wuxie asked, taking out Mu Yueying’s portrait. The urgency weighed on him; with the Alert Talisman activated three times, time was quickly slipping away.
“Get lost if you’re not here to eat or stay. I’ve never seen her before!” The shopkeeper waved his hand impatiently, demanding Liu Wuxie to leave. However, there wasn’t much business in opening a tavern in the Heavenly Nether Battlefield.
“Bring me some food then,” Liu Wuxie said, and the shopkeeper’s face finally improved.
Five minutes later, a plate of food was brought to his table. The dish appeared to be some kind of meat but emitted a strange, foul odor that made Liu Wuxie’s brows knit together. Suspicious, he activated his Ghost Eye to inspect it more closely.
What he saw made his stomach turn. The meat released an ink-green vapor, its true form revealed as a lump of putrid, decaying flesh. To his horror, it was human meat.
Suppressing the nausea, Liu Wuxie’s gaze turned cold, and he wondered if he had stumbled into a slaughterhouse.
When he turned to look at the shopkeeper, the latter stood behind a counter, his face devoid of life. It didn’t look like the facial expression of an ordinary person.
He soon turned to look at the other guests and saw them feasting on the meat ravenously. Their grotesque enjoyment sent chills down his spine, and a wave of nausea overtook him.
Liu Wuxie’s stomach began to churn violently as he retched, throwing up a mouthful of bile.
The commotion he caused attracted the attention of the other diners, who chuckled at him with pieces of rotten meat dangling on their lips.