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Chapter 1088 - 684: I Understand It Better Than You_2

Chapter 1088: Chapter 684: I Understand It Better Than You_2

This thought made Mu Nuo finally understand why this guy before him was so detestable, why he dared to remain and defend the city even in the face of the Six Saints’ siege and an absolute disadvantage.

This man was, through and through, a gambler, with a madness for gambling rooted in his very bones.

But while others gambled with money, he gambled with life.

Only by entering the jaws of death could he find rebirth.

Gazing at the figure standing against the horizon, and at the four giant swords suspended high on the firmament, feeling the deep emotion hidden in the recesses of his mind brought on by the other’s thoughts, Mu Nuo suddenly said:

"You’re an unrepentant lunatic."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan chuckled lightly:

"I think, coming from a true lunatic like you, those words feel just a tad misplaced."

Mu Nuo spoke with tranquil indifference:

"Xu Changtian, what you said earlier was not wrong. I did indeed simulate your thoughts, and that is precisely why I affirm that you are a madman.

"Faced with this current hopeless situation, do you know what I feel right now?"

Xu Yuan frowned slightly.

Mu Nuo’s lips curved into a faint smile and he uttered two words:

"Excitement."

Xu Yuan’s brows furrowed even deeper.

Seeing this, Mu Nuo appeared mildly surprised:

"It seems you’ve never realized this before—you’re addicted to risk, addicted to gambling with your life, addicted to the terror of nearing death and the thrill of being on the brink of demise.

"You savor this process.

"Things that most people perceive as utterly perilous bring you pleasure, Xu Changtian."

After listening closely, Xu Yuan was briefly dumbfounded and murmured in a low voice:

"Perhaps you’re right, but why say this now? From your perspective, I can’t think of any way to break this stalemate your thoughts might currently be simulating."

"You truly can’t think of one?"

Mu Nuo’s youthful voice echoed, tinged with deep amusement: "Indeed, some things aren’t simply solvable by putting yourself in another’s shoes."

Feigning confidence?

Xu Yuan couldn’t determine whether this brat was bluffing, but it didn’t really matter.

In his Soul Trace Space, Mu Nuo’s existence was merely a matter of time before it dissolved.

Thinking this,

he gently swung his raised right hand downward.

But unexpectedly,

Mu Nuo simply watched in silence as the four giant swords dismembered his body. Throughout the process, no echoes came from the Soul Mark to Xu Yuan.

Resignation?

Doubt flickered in his heart, but his hands did not stop.

As bolts of spellcraft shot forth, black smoke began to surge from Mu Nuo’s body.

As the smoke continuously dissipated into the Soul Trace Space, Mu Nuo’s gargantuan form, as massive as a mountain, began to shrink rapidly.

Relative to Xu Yuan’s standard human size, the giant, which originally spanned hundreds of meters, was reduced to half its original size in a short amount of time.

As the final blade’s glint completely shattered Mu Nuo’s right hand, Xu Yuan finally halted his actions.

Frowning, he deliberately descended defenselessly to Mu Nuo’s side, gazing into his tightly shut eyes, and spoke solemnly:

"I don’t see myself giving up just like that. If you’re still simulating my thoughts, then you must still be searching for a way to break this impasse. What are you thinking?"

Mu Nuo slowly opened his eyes, their black-ink depths exuding black smoke alongside a smile:

"I do not wish to waste any more time. Let’s accelerate this process; it seems the time has almost arrived."

Xu Yuan, overlooking Mu Nuo’s prone head, had a hundred-meter-long Light Sword materialize from the patterns on his right hand, pressing its tip against Mu Nuo’s forehead:

"Time? Your time of death, perhaps?"

Mu Nuo’s eyes bore not a shred of fear; his tone was bland:

"Time of death? If you dare strike, then perhaps it is my end. But before that, why not take a look around."

Xu Yuan gave him a glance and turned his head to survey the Soul Trace Space, then his pupils subtly narrowed.

"Seems you’ve noticed."

Mu Nuo’s voice arrived at just the right moment, carrying a taunting tone: "So now, do you still dare to kill me?"

Xu Yuan ignored the brat’s arrogant words, instead fixing his gaze on his own Soul Trace Space, staring at it—

A space unknowingly tainted by a layer of gray mist.

The ominous and obscure fog pervaded its edges, continually eroding the once-pristine white.

Mu Nuo’s slow and measured tone sounded like a second Xu Yuan, laced with ridicule:

"What I couldn’t conclude earlier, I can now say with certainty: your very existence is the nourishment the heavens have prepared for me."

Xu Yuan withdrew his gaze and decisively cleaved the chattering head into two.

The black smoke emitted from the bisected head instantly merged into the Soul Trace Space. At the same time, the edge-bound gray fog seemed to absorb some sort of sustenance, rapidly encroaching toward the central area where the two were situated.

His Soul Trace Space was being polluted by the black smoke spilling from Mu Nuo.

Though uncertain of what mutations this pollution might cause, Xu Yuan was sure it wouldn’t bode well.

After a moment’s consideration, Xu Yuan’s figure turned into a flash of light, hurtling toward the boundary where the fog spread.

Seeing this, Mu Nuo’s voice rang out with unrestrained ridicule:

"Xu Changtian, everything you’re doing now is futile. Your cultivation is far too weak; you are merely nourishment for me to complete Heavenly Restoration."

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Reaching the boundary where the gray mist met the sullen, pale space,

staring at the mist wall that writhed like tentacles, Xu Yuan’s eyes grew increasingly grave.

From the very beginning, he’d suspected that absorbing Mu Nuo might result in some degree of mental corruption and had prepared countermeasures accordingly.

But the corruption occurring within his Soul Mark rendered his preparations utterly useless.

The Soul Mark was far too mysterious for modern cultivators, and research in this domain had essentially stagnated. He couldn’t even be certain whether he, Xu Yuan, was the first cultivator in this world to enter his own Soul Mark Space.