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Chapter 331 The Three Saints
The corpses piled up all over the city, as if they had become a rushing river.

The dozen or so people there were like a piece of driftwood, foolishly trying to block the river.

Sect Leader He didn't seem to be afraid much.

Since the founding of the Maoshan sect, few of its leaders have met a good end; they have either died while slaying demons or on the way to do so.

He was not afraid of death, and not even one of his disciples was afraid—besides, there was still a chance of survival.

The Taoist priest has already entered the temple, though it's unknown whether he can bring anything out.

But at least.
We have to hold onto hope until he gets out!
Headmaster He stopped using his fists and instead drew his sword, shouting with red eyes.

"Give me everything by the order of the Maoshan Sect Leader."

"kill!"
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Clouds and mist began to rise.

It was as if I had stepped into a long-ago dream. Everything around me became blurry, and a silk-like mist enveloped everything, making my consciousness become hazy.

Zhou You walked through the mist, seemingly seeing many sights.

He saw living beings emerge from their ignorance, trying slash-and-burn agriculture for the first time; he saw the continuation of civilization, gradually evolving from stones into bronze and iron; he even saw, above the boundless sea of ​​clouds, the first god born of faith.
Life remains tough; simply surviving is difficult enough. This world is inherently ruthless, just as a certain sage once said: from beginning to end, it treats everything equally.

But no matter how much they believed in hardship, the creatures of this world silently endured it. That's life; no matter how many trials it faces, it will always find a way out.

until.

An entity unexpectedly caught a glimpse of this place.

Those are the first beings born beyond the sea of ​​stars, individuals accumulated over countless years, far surpassing human intelligence, the origin of all chaos. The very existence of 'it' signifies that it is indescribable, inaudible, and untouchable.

Now, 'ta' has become interested in this world.

Destruction came so suddenly; in the blink of an eye, pollution spread across most of the world. The gods fought back, and the gods fell in battle. The Buddha stood up, and the Buddha perished.
Now, beyond the horizon, only a few things remain, barely clinging to life.

The world is about to fall into eternal night, the blood moon hangs high in the sky, and ear-piercing laughter echoes from the wilderness to the city.

I vaguely remember this being one of 'ta's' apostles, but what was his name again?
Never mind, it's not a big deal.

Put down the plow and rake he was used to, and pick up the long sword that had been gathering dust for a long time.

Pushing open the door, I found my former enemy, now my brother, already waiting outside.

Looking further, half of the sky was already stained with pure black.

So he gave a wry smile.

"I've been retired for so many years now, and honestly, I really don't want to move again."

One of the men, whose temples were like swords and whose body was about ten feet tall, spoke in a low voice.

"If you don't want to go, you don't have to."

His words were very harsh, but I understood what he meant.

So in the end, he just smiled and walked into the darkness first.

"If I don't go, who will? If you want to come, come along and see if I, the chosen one, can truly save this world."

The clouds clear and the fog clears.

It should be midnight (11 PM - 1 AM).

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, its light cold and desolate, with stars scattered everywhere. Although it is already midnight, the stars and moon are so bright tonight that they illuminate the surroundings as if it were daytime.

At this moment, in front of Zhou You was a temple.

The temple is not large, far from the pavilions and towers of later generations, but it is exquisitely crafted, showing that the builders put a lot of effort into it—although many parts seem to have been eroded by the wind and become blurred.

Zhou You didn't look at the others, but took a few steps and pushed the door open to enter.

The temple was devoid of other decorations, except for the flickering candlelight. Hundreds of candles were lit within, reflecting the stars and moon outside and creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere.

The three people were sitting cross-legged in front of the altar, with a campfire burning in front of them and a small pot hanging on it, seemingly warming wine.

Upon seeing Zhou You enter, one of the middle-aged men smiled and waved.

"It's been a long time since we've seen you, my friend. You look travel-worn. If you don't mind, why don't you sit down and have a couple of drinks with us?"

He traveled without speaking.

He looked at the three people and felt a strange sense of familiarity—he was sure he had seen them somewhere before, or heard of them, but for some reason, he couldn't remember their names.

Driven by this strange emotion, he didn't ask any questions. Instead, he strolled over and, like them, sat down cross-legged.

The campfire crackled, illuminating several unusual faces.

The middle-aged man who greeted him was rather ordinary, with a kind face and a face full of marks from toiling in the soil, just like an ordinary old farmer. But the one next to him had horns on his head and looked like a huge, burly bull, while the dark-faced man on the other side was unusually tall, like a small, raised mountain.

The three of them were also looking at Zhou You, but there was no malice in their eyes. It was as if they were just scrutinizing a friend who had arrived late.

After a long silence, it was the middle-aged man who broke it again.

He poked the campfire with a branch and saw that the wine in the pot was already warm. Then, he took out several bronze wine cups from somewhere and filled them one by one.

The aroma of the wine was irresistible, but unlike the wine from the gourd of the wine immortal, this wine was not at all harsh; instead, it exuded a warm, fruity fragrance.

Zhou You was not the kind of person who craved alcohol, but he still couldn't help but raise the bronze cup, tilt his head back, and drink it all in one gulp.

The warm liquor slid down my throat and into my stomach, giving me a sudden shiver.

The pain from the previous battles and the exhaustion of this night vanished without a trace in the wine. It felt as if I had been cleansed from the inside out, and I felt reborn.

Zhou You put down his wine cup, cupped his hands in greeting, and was about to say something when the middle-aged man immediately pressed his palm down and said.

"Brother, time is limited now. Would you be able to take out the token for us to see?"

—A token?
—When did I get this?

But before he could even process what was happening, the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Heaven-Shaking Arrow".

Before he could reply, the Diancang Ring opened on its own as the middle-aged man spoke, and the dark, lusterless arrow floated out.

But Zhou You did not try to stop him.

He felt as if he were dreaming; his consciousness, thoughts, and even ideas were all in a blur. He simply watched as the Heaven-Shaking Arrow flew through the air and landed in the middle-aged man's hand.

Then this person laughed.

He gently rubbed the arrow with his index finger, a look of nostalgia gradually appearing on his face.

"It's been a long time. I remember I have this arrow."

A cold snort suddenly came from the side. "--It's my arrow, and what you're using is clearly a longsword. I lent it to you out of kindness when I saw you getting beaten bloody by those flying beasts. When did it become yours?"

Listening to the horned man's protest, the middle-aged man smiled bitterly, and finally said helplessly.

"Alright, alright, is your arrow any good? Stop worrying about this at a time like this. Um, look at this, is it real?"

The dark-faced man who had been greeted by him glanced at him, then turned his head away indifferently as if he had lost interest.

"This has nothing to do with me. You two can believe it to be true."

Seeing the two men's indifferent attitude, the middle-aged man seemed used to it and gently handed the Heaven-Shaking Arrow back.

"Alright, it's definitely true, so..."

The middle-aged man's expression gradually turned serious.

"And what is your intention?"

Still feeling as if in a dream, and with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, Zhou You slowly recounted everything.

After hearing this, the three looked at each other in bewilderment.

Finally, it was the dark-faced man who spoke up to the middle-aged man with dissatisfaction.

"What did I tell you? What did I tell you! I told you back then that this method was unreliable, didn't I? In just a few years, the seal has already been broken!"

The man with ox horns on his head also chimed in.

"That's not all. Originally, those ancestors were just dregs left. In a few more years, even those dregs would probably be completely wiped out. But now, thanks to the efforts of your descendants, they've been reborn all over again."

The middle-aged man gave a wry smile.

"Fine, fine, it's all my fault, okay? And stop making sarcastic remarks. What do you mean by 'my descendants'? Doesn't that little brat have your bloodline?"

The man with the horns on his head snorted coldly and said nothing more.

The middle-aged man continued to patiently and earnestly offer advice.

"Hey you two, things have come to this point, stop being so petty, okay? The most important thing now is to come up with a solution, okay?"

The dark-faced man rolled his eyes.

“The charter? In earlier years, the three of us could have crushed that primordial god, but the problem is that now we are all just remnants of our souls. What can we do?”

The middle-aged man did not answer, but instead turned his gaze to Zhou You.

"Isn't he still here?"

"Him? Just this brat? He can..."

"But he is the successor of this generation."

The calm and composed answer silenced all objections at that moment.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhou You and smiled again.

Unlike before, this smile was serene and peaceful, like an elder encouraging a novice.

"My friend, we know why you've come, but unfortunately, just as he said, we too have been consumed by countless years, and now only a few remnants remain. We are simply incapable of taking action ourselves."

But immediately, the middle-aged man spoke again.

"Even so, we still have some backup plans. First of all, the dead infant is indeed a true god, but it is not invincible. The barrier of the Netherworld City is still in effect, and its power is still greatly suppressed. Moreover, if it wants to come out of that place, it will take at least three days and three nights. Before that, you just need to find a way to enter its body and deal with its core."

Zhou You was finally able to interject.

"You make it sound so easy—let alone whether I can even get close. What merit or ability do I have to take care of that thing?"

The middle-aged man smiled and pointed at the Heaven-Shaking Arrow.

“Don’t you have this? Of course, I know that the Heaven-Shaking Arrow alone is definitely not enough to kill its core in one shot, so having a matching one is enough.”

The weight in his hand suddenly increased slightly. Zhou You lowered his head and realized that a longbow had appeared next to the Heaven-Shaking Arrow sometime earlier.

The bow was nothing special; it was entirely black and its appearance was far inferior to the Broken Moon Bow treasured by the Evil Suppression Division. But for some reason, just looking at it gave Zhou You a feeling of 'distant and unattainable'.

The feeling was as if one were facing the universe itself.

But before he could think it through, the man with bull horns next to him continued.

"Normally, this guy should have given you his sword, but unfortunately, after so much time, it's rusted so badly it can't be pulled out. Besides, even the most powerful weapon isn't necessarily better than the one you're comfortable with—as for me..."

The man with bull horns drew a rune, and then, as if he had poured all his power into it, his figure faded slightly.

At the same time, the murmur that had been lingering in my ears since I entered the city, omnipresent and seemingly driving me mad, suddenly disappeared.

Although one could still hear faint moans upon closer listening, these whispers were hardly enough to affect one's spirit.

"I can help you temporarily stop the pollution—but remember, the closer you are to the dead baby, the weaker the effect. When it really comes down to it, you'll have to rely on your own willpower to withstand it."

Finally, there was the dark-faced man.

Unlike the previous two, he made no comment, but instead scrutinized Zhou You for a long time before sighing.

"Before you, I have seen many destined individuals, but they either abandoned their responsibilities or went astray and met tragic ends, ultimately becoming nothing more than remnants in history. But I always felt that you were different, very different from them, and even from us."

The dark-faced man stood up and then stomped out the campfire.

In an instant, all the candles went out, and the moonlight outside was obscured by dark clouds, plunging the entire temple into darkness.

In an instant, it was as if the three people had all vanished, leaving only the echoing voices.

"There's only one thing I need to tell you: the main body of this temple was indeed built with the corpses of my three brothers, but our men wouldn't let us guard this place alone. So, before they died, each of us would return here and have our bones burned under this black stone."

"Although most of them have been wiped out over the years, there are still some like us who remain. Even if we are just candles in the wind, we can still do one last thing to these bastards."

"—Remember, this is the last thing we can do to help you."

As these words fell, the entire temple began to gradually collapse. Before being ejected from there, Zhou You only had time to ask his last question.

"Wait, I remember you three are—"

This time, however, all three of them laughed at the same time.

There was no sadness, no lamentation, only words of relief.

"Those who have passed away have long since been reduced to ashes, so there is no need to name them."

With those words, the dream ended.
Suddenly I regained consciousness.

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(End of this chapter)