Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 497 Flying Sword River: The Cocoon of the Tomb

Sword light weaves the road,

Dead insects flooded the area.

The hourglass of time is counting down.

Only by leaping into the tomb chamber,

Only then can we regain a sliver of hope.

—Inscription on an Unknown Tombstone

"go!"

Si Ming roared, his voice booming through the tomb passage.

Xiao Jinyan formed hand seals, and a mysterious power was released with a roar.

Slaying Karma Sword Domain!

The void trembled, and countless flying swords emerged from the darkness, as if pouring out simultaneously from another dimension.

The blade was cold and sharp, reflecting a chilling light as it whistled and resonated through the air.

In the blink of an eye, the flying swords intertwined, forming a huge sword array with a sharp front and a tapering rear.

The cone-shaped sword domain shield firmly enveloped Si Ming and Xiao Jin Yan.

"Om-"

The sword formation spun, and ten thousand swords flew at the same time, their light flashing like a meteor shower around them.

The Time Worm swarmed in, its silver armor shimmering with eerie ring-like patterns.

But once it touches the sword domain, it is instantly shredded by the flying sword, its shell shatters, and it turns into countless dust particles.

boom! boom! boom!
The sword formation was like a merciless meat grinder, pulverizing the swarming insects into pieces.

The light from the flying sword illuminated the darkness of the tomb passage, as if igniting a white galaxy.

Xiao Jinyan gritted his teeth and shouted, changing his sword technique, and the flying sword's rotation speed suddenly increased.

Countless sword shadows stretched forward, wave after wave, tearing the swarm of insects apart into a narrow passage.

"open circuit--!"

As the sword domain moved forward, the passageway shimmered with sword light, like a long river paved with ten thousand swords.

"quick!"

Si Ming followed closely behind, his white clown mask appearing particularly bizarre under the light of the sword.

His eyes were cold, but his steps were as fast as lightning, staying close behind the sword formation.

The two figures weaved through countless flying swords and swarms of insects.

Swords roared and insects howled, the entire tomb passage seemed to be collapsing, but their footsteps were firm and powerful in the passage woven by flying swords.

Every step was a life-or-death struggle.

Every sword strike is a crack in fate.

"Commander!"

Xiao Jinyan roared, sweat splattering from his forehead. He changed his sword technique, and the flying sword suddenly increased its speed tenfold, instantly piercing through the end of the passage.

The rain of swords poured down, and the sword domain seemed to transform into a long river of stars, rushing forward with the force of thunder!

The two ran through the river paved with the light of swords.

Behind them, the swarm of insects roared like the sea;
Before him, the Sword River illuminated the darkness, pointing directly to the distant tomb chamber.

The thin line between life and death.

"twenty--"

Si Ming coldly uttered the countdown, his voice exceptionally clear amidst the rumbling of the tomb passage.

The sword formation roared, the Sword Domain of Slaying Karma operated wildly, and flying swords gathered around the two like a tide.

Each sword gleamed with a chilling light as it shot out, shattering wave after wave of the Time Worms that rushed towards them.

"nineteen--"

Xiao Jinyan made a hand seal, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Driven by his will, the sword domain expanded wildly, tearing a passageway through the tomb passage ahead with the force of the sword rain.

The flying sword spun, its cry like rolling thunder, shaking the very air.

"eighteen--"

The swarm of insects grew increasingly fierce, the side paths and stone walls cracked open, and even more Time Insects poured out like a flood.

The silver carapace reflected the sword light, and the dark tomb passage seemed to transform into a sea of ​​quicksand amidst the crawling sounds of the swarm of insects.

"Seventeen—Sixteen—"

The cries of swords and the bombardment of the insect swarm intertwined, creating a breathtaking symphony.

The flying swords remained fierce, but the swarm of insects was virtually endless.

After one wave is slain, an even larger wave surges forth.

Si Ming's gaze was cold, his eyes beneath the mask fixed intently on what lay ahead.

He knew very well:

The Time Traveler's lies can only ward off the time standstill caused by the mystery of fate.

—And these time-devouring worms, his lies cannot stop them.

Only the sword river of the Slaying Karma Sword Domain can carve out a bloody path within twenty seconds!
"Fifteen—Fourteen—"

Footsteps thundered as the two figures sped through the sword-light passage.

The flying swords surged beneath my feet, as if I were walking on a galaxy.

The swarm of insects roared all around, and the silver flood surged forth, only to be torn apart time and again by the rain of swords.

But the pressure did not lessen; instead, it became even heavier.

The low murmur of time in the air constantly erodes their nerves.

"Thirteen—Twelve—Eleven—"

Blood trickled from the corner of Xiao Jinyan's eye. He roared in a low voice, and with a flick of his longsword, the density of flying swords suddenly doubled!
Countless sword lights, like a torrential downpour, instantly illuminated the end of the tomb passage.

At that moment, Si Ming finally caught a glimpse of light.

—The outline of the main burial chamber.

"Ten—Nine—Eight—"

The shape of the tomb chamber became clearer and clearer, like a lonely city standing in the darkness.

But the insect swarm did not retreat; instead, it formed an oppressive torrent behind them, as if it were about to engulf them at any moment.

The flying sword remained incredibly fast, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to withstand the endless swarms of insects.

The sword formation trembled violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

"7-6-5-"

The brilliance of the tomb chamber was finally fully revealed in front of us.

Just one step away!
"--three!"

Si Ming's voice was deep and resonant, striking Xiao Jin Yan's heart like a war drum.

The outline of the tomb chamber was right in front of us, so close yet seemingly stretched out infinitely.

"two!"

The sword formation roared, and the flying swords spun wildly beneath their feet, shattering the time worms that pounced on them.

The silver carapace cracked, dust rained down, but the low hum of the insect swarm grew increasingly piercing, like a death knell.

The tomb entrance is near.

It's getting closer.

However, their bodies were still being pressed down by the torrent of time, making it difficult for them to breathe, and each step seemed to exhaust all their strength.

"one--!"

Si Ming suddenly looked up, his smile on the white clown mask appearing incredibly ferocious under the gleam of the sword.

He roared:
"Jump--!"

Without the slightest hesitation.

Xiao Jinyan gritted his teeth, pushed off the sword formation with his toes, and his body instantly took to the air.

Si Ming followed closely behind, and the two of them leaped up at the same time!
The flying sword exploded behind them with a bang, scattering light and shadow in all directions, transforming into a dazzling stream of light that propelled their figures forward.

The air suddenly became quiet.

The two tumbled and rolled, their shoulders and sword blades sparking as they scraped against each other in mid-air. They were disheveled but swift, rushing straight toward the threshold of the tomb chamber.

—Pounce!
The next instant, their bodies crashed heavily into the tomb, scattering dust everywhere.

boom--! ! !
Behind them, the swarm of insects swept in like a landslide and a tsunami, a silver torrent rushing toward the tomb entrance.

Countless Time Insects shrieked simultaneously, as if trying to tear the entire space apart.

But before the tomb entrance, the last flying swords suddenly converged, forming a dazzling barrier.

The sword light flashed like thunder, colliding head-on with the swarm of insects!
The roar shook the entire tomb passage, and darkness and sword light clashed fiercely outside the tomb door, bursting out with dazzling light.

The silver swarm of insects clashed and tore at the rain of swords, the cracking and shrieking sounds blending together, as if countless gears were snapping simultaneously. Inside the tomb, Si Ming and Xiao Jin Yan stood side by side, panting heavily.

Both of them knew—

If they had been even a fraction of a second slower, they would have been completely swallowed up.

The interior of the tomb was surprisingly simple.

There were no ornate burial objects, no towering coffin; only a few crude tomb paintings were painted on the surrounding stone walls, the colors long faded, but the lines were still clear.

One depicts a young girl kneeling and praying to the heavens, another shows an old woman weeping over the cruelty of time, and yet another portrays a blurred circle, as if representing some kind of reincarnation.

The tomb murals are simple, yet they evoke an extremely somber atmosphere.

In the very center of the tomb chamber, a huge blood-red "cocoon" hangs in mid-air.

It is not made of silk, but rather of countless vein-like patterns that intertwine and entwine, resembling a heart hanging upside down in the air.

"Boom-thump-"

Each beat was accompanied by a dull hum, as if time itself was trembling.

A chilling aura seeped from the cocoon, as if to freeze one's breath.

"That is……!"

Xiao Jinyan's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared intently at the area beneath the blood cocoon.

There, a section of snow-white fox tail hung down.

That familiar shape seemed to shatter all his composure in an instant.

"Tushan Fox Lord!"

His voice was filled with ecstatic joy, but also with a heart-wrenching urgency.

He suddenly drew his sword, the blade roaring as it emitted a reflection of light, and slashed down furiously!

"open!!!"

boom!
The sword light streaked across like a meteor, striking the blood cocoon directly.

The hard outer shell cracked instantly, and a thick, blood-like liquid splattered from the crack, filling the entire tomb with a stench.

As the cracks spread, a low, mournful fox cry echoed through the air.

"Woo——"

It was a huge fox shadow.

Its body was pure white, but it was weakened by the erosion of time. Its nine tails trailed behind it, with faint foxfire flickering at the ends.

It murmured as it emerged from the cracked cocoon, its claws tightly protecting one of the creatures within.

It was a blood-red uterus.

The surface of the uterus shimmered with a dark red glow, like the cradle of life.

Inside the womb, a woman was curled up, hugging her knees with her arms and her eyes closed.

It was indeed Xiao Lianyin.

Her breath was extremely faint, as if it would go out at any moment.

"sister--!"

Xiao Jinyan's throat tightened, and her voice almost cracked.

He rushed forward, but was startled by the fox lord's low murmur and stopped in his tracks.

Fox Shadow glanced back at him.

Those eyes, though filled with endless weariness, still revealed a tender protectiveness.

Then, it slowly released its claws.

The Blood Life Divine Palace crashed down with a deafening roar, slamming heavily onto the ground.

The fox lord let out a soft murmur and flicked its nine tails gently, as if bidding farewell.

Immediately, the enormous figure transformed into countless points of light and peacefully dissipated in mid-air.

The entire tomb fell silent once again.

All that remained was the blood-red uterus and Xiao Lianyin curled up inside.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was haggard, and her breathing was faint, as if she had endured endless torment over the years.

The blood was thick and foul, and the tomb was dark.

Xiao Jinyan disregarded everything and lunged into the pool of blood.

"sister--!"

He used both hands to pull the figure curled up in the Blood Life God Palace out.

The body in her arms was cold and weak, with shoulders so thin they looked like they would break at the slightest touch.

Xiao Jinyan's voice choked with emotion, tears welling in her eyes, yet she forced a smile:

"Sis, it's alright now..."

"I've come back to save you."

Half-crying, half-laughing, with a sense of relief after near death.

The woman in his arms slowly opened her eyes.

Her pupils had lost their former luster due to the erosion of time, and fine cracks covered the corners of her eyes.

Her skin looked haggard, as if it had been ravaged by countless years.

His breathing was weak, and his Star Calamity power was almost exhausted, like a candle flame struggling to stay afloat in the wind.

—Xiao Lianyin.

Her lips moved, and a barely audible sound escaped her throat.

Even when she was extremely weak, she still tried to raise her hand to comfort her younger brother.

But his arm drooped limply in mid-air.

"hiss……"

Si Ming watched this scene quietly.

The eyes behind the white clown mask flashed with a complex light for a fleeting moment.

He knew that haggard face all too well.

Sure enough—it was her.

Xiao Yin.

One of the twelve creators, the Virgin Mary.

But now, she lies once again in this cage woven by fate, under a different name.

Si Ming didn't say much, but simply reached into his robes and rummaged around.

My fingertips touched a small bottle; it was cold and heavy.

Those were emergency supplies gifted by the Mystic Masters Guild—two gray fruits containing condensed stellar calamity power.

He stepped forward and handed the fruit to Xiao Jinyan.

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable composure:
"Feed it to her."

Xiao Jinyan was stunned for a moment, her eyes trembling slightly.

He certainly knew the value of this fruit; it was enough to pull a Starscrambler back from the brink of death.

But at this moment, he did not hesitate at all.

"Sister, eat it quickly."

He forcefully stuffed the fruit into his sister's mouth.

The juice transformed into a stream of light, slowly sliding down her throat.

The faint power of the celestial calamity reignited within her like a spark.

Xiao Jinyan lowered her head, hugged her sister tightly, and her shoulders trembled violently.

His voice was hoarse, yet incredibly firm:

"Thanks……"

"I owe you my life."

The tomb was quiet.

The roar of the waterfall outside, transmitted through the heavy tomb door, seemed to serve as a somber footnote to this moment.

The figures of the three were illuminated by the crimson glow and the lingering light of the sword.

The gears of fate began to turn once more in this deathly silent tomb.

The cocoon bursts open, and the fox breathes.

Blood Palace protects its master.

Witness the vow of reunion.

—Fragments of murals in a tomb

(End of this chapter)