Chapter 88

Wu Xiaode stepped back from the iron gate.

His soul power had just been depleted.

"Do you want to inject some soul power? I have a bountiful harvest," the crow said.

"Give me some soul power," Wu Xiaode immediately replied.

"Alright, I'll be careful and only give you a small portion. The rest I'll give you when we get back," the crow said.

"Good!"

—He had refused before because injecting soul power would increase his soul power limit.

This would mean he would have to kill more monsters to return.

But now, with Zhao Zhibing's talisman, he no longer feared this.

In an instant,

Wu Xiaode felt a surge of power throughout his body.

The Book of the Dead flew down, displaying a line of icy crystal text:

"You have received a full soul power injection from the crow."

"Current soul power: 12/12."

His limit had increased slightly.

Wu Xiaode felt a sense of danger and quickly walked toward the other end of the corridor, wanting to leave.

Suddenly,

About seven or eight young and beautiful women appeared in the corridor, all dressed in ancient palace attire, with feathered sashes fluttering around them and a moon-like radiance above their heads.

"Please accept our respects, sir."

These women bowed in unison, their faces filled with gratitude.

Wu Xiaode, on guard, said, "Ladies, who are you—"

One of the women said, "Thank you, sir, for your assistance in the underground, which helped our master escape from death."

"Your master?" Wu Xiaode asked, puzzled.

He suddenly realized.

They must be talking about the escapee in the iron box.

At that time, he had used the Silent Mist to cover the escapee, preventing Death from noticing him.

"Did he escape successfully?" Wu Xiaode asked with interest.

"Yes, our master has successfully escaped and will be reborn in the Nine Heavens Mystic Realm at the hour of the Dog today," the woman said happily.

"He succeeded," Wu Xiaode sighed, then added, "It's dangerous here. Why haven't you left?"

"Our master sent us to deliver a message," the woman smiled. "Sir, this message is extremely confidential. You must listen carefully."

"Please speak," Wu Xiaode said.

"Our master said, 'At the moment of my escape, I regained all my former power. Therefore, the only way for you to survive is through the indestructible object.'"

Wu Xiaode was puzzled.

The indestructible object?

What is the indestructible object?

Seemingly knowing what he was about to ask, the woman said, "Our master can only say so much. Even this sentence is somewhat taboo. Someone is coming. You must be careful."

"Please be cautious," the women said in unison.

They all smiled at Wu Xiaode, their figures gradually fading until they disappeared from the corridor.

In the next moment,

Wu Xiaode suddenly sensed the aura of death.

In countless recollections,

Wu Xiaode always remembered how dangerous this moment was.

He immediately released the Silent Mist.

As described, the Silent Mist was a very spiritual death mist that perfectly inherited its master's style.

So at this critical moment—

The Silent Mist instantly spread, transforming into an endless sea of mist.

Without any command from Wu Xiaode, the Dirty Hands quickly executed the entire set of Iron Wire Fist, ending with the ultimate move "Iron Hand Blocking the River," striking a being.

It was a man with white wings.

He was hit by the punch but remained standing, a faint smile on his lips.

The Dirty Hands immediately flashed past this man, rushing toward the other end of the corridor in the endless mist.

Thus, the Dirty Hands bypassed the man.

Meanwhile, Wu Xiaode stood by the iron gate, enveloped in the Silent Mist, hidden in the void.

The man turned as the Dirty Hands moved away and said,

"You are sinners from the moment you were born. Now you should die to cleanse your sins."

In front of him,

The entire world turned blank.

Infinite holy light radiated from him, overwhelming and sweeping toward where the Dirty Hands were fleeing.

—No one could escape such an attack.

Fortunately, the Dirty Hands' purpose was to draw this person's attention.

In the last moment,

Wu Xiaode saw the intense light destroy everything in front of the man.

The entire underground corridor and passage were obliterated.

Seawater began to flood in.

The man said, "No matter which prisoner you are from the Sin Prison, you will die now."

"Death will cleanse your sins."

Wu Xiaode stood by the iron gate, taking advantage of the man's speech to tear the talisman given by Zhao Zhibing.

The moment the talisman was torn, the man suddenly turned, surprised, looking toward the iron gate.

"Still a rat?"

He shouted.

But it was too late.

Wu Xiaode's figure flickered and disappeared from the world.

...

In the real world.

The sky was already bright.

It was around eight in the morning.

On the abandoned school building,

Wu Xiaode's figure quietly appeared.

His legs gave out, and he sat on the ground, panting heavily.

That move was terrifying.

If he had been hit by it, he would have turned to ashes.

Damn.

How could there be such a powerful being?

This guy's strength rivals that of the Cyclops!

Could this white-winged angel be the true guardian of the Sin Prison?

The only thing to be grateful for was—

This angel seemed to have never seen the Silent Mist or the Dirty Hands.

The Dirty Hands drew his attention, giving Wu Xiaode the chance to tear the talisman.

The crow's voice came from the sky,

"This time you fought for a long time and gained a lot. I'll return some soul power to you now, then I'll have to go back."

"So soon?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I'm about to advance. I need to prepare," the crow said proudly.

Wu Xiaode was stunned and said happily, "You're advancing? What will you become?"

"Thanks to the past few days of hunting with you, I've gained excessive soul power, far exceeding the basic requirements for advancement. I don't know what I'll become," the crow said nervously.

"Go quickly then. I won't call you for a while. Come back and tell me when you're done," Wu Xiaode said.

"Good brother, see you later."

The crow flapped its wings and disappeared into the sky.

The Book of the Dead quietly opened in front of Wu Xiaode:

"The soul power you gained in the parallel world is substantial, enough to replenish all your soul power and further increase your limit."

"After the crow's transfer, your current soul power is:"

"18/18."

18 points!

Wu Xiaode clenched his fist, feeling quite excited.

The first move of "Wind and Snow Solo Journey," "You Lie Buried in the Mud," requires 15 soul points to cast.

He had now surpassed this limit!

He was just happy when he saw two figures quickly approaching.

"Ah, I thought you were dead," Xiao Baihong yawned.

"How's the situation?" the captain asked.

"The talisman worked, even saving my life," Wu Xiaode nodded at the captain.

"You have that concealment mist, how could you almost die?" the captain asked curiously.

"Yes, it was an irresistible force," Wu Xiaode said.

The captain pondered and said, "Looks like we need to capture more monsters next time."

"What happened after that?" Xiao Baihong asked.

"I learned some important secrets. I need to see the emperor immediately," Wu Xiaode said.

"What is it?" Xiao Baihong asked curiously.

"The so-called other world is actually a parallel world, but the time there is already three years ahead," Wu Xiaode said.

"What!" the captain and Xiao Baihong exclaimed in unison.

...

Twenty minutes later.

The palace.

The council hall.

The emperor held Wu Xiaode's phone, about to play the video, and suddenly looked up, saying, "Xiao Wu, I've seen many edited pictures and faces. Don't try to fool me with a fake video!"

"Your Majesty, I wouldn't do that," Wu Xiaode said.

"Is there a virus?" the emperor asked suspiciously.

"No, Your Majesty," Wu Xiaode's lips twitched.

Zhao Zhibing and Zhao Junyu stood to the side, silent.

The emperor skillfully operated the phone, saying, "Very good, let's cast it to the screen. Highest quality, 3D, I want to see the details."

A 3D holographic image immediately appeared in the hall.

The image showed the footage Wu Xiaode had taken in the parallel world's palace.

The emperor's expression was quite remarkable.

"There's a parallel world, so there are two of me?"

He muttered.

Wu Xiaode said, "Your Majesty, I was the last one to enter the palace. The other members of the royal family were gone, so the helmet couldn't be activated."

Everyone was silent.

The emperor thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Bing'er."

"Father," Zhao Zhibing responded.

"Starting today, I grant you the authority to manage affairs in the parallel world. You will be fully responsible for all royal matters there. Here is your personal token."

The emperor took a golden token from his pocket and threw it to her.

Zhao Zhibing caught the token, held it in her hands, and knelt, saying, "Thank you, Father, for your great kindness."

Wu Xiaode looked at the token, seeing that it was made of pure gold, with a series of exquisite gems embedded in the center.

These gems formed a rather luxurious QR code.

This must be a higher-level QR code than mine.

He thought to himself.