Chapter 119: The Root of All Evil?

The black skeletal remains were cold and ancient, covered in malevolent incantations and perpetually exhaling a sinister mist that twisted the laws of the universe. Even the Divine Lords feared contamination by it.

At this very moment, a scroll flowing with divine charm drifted down and gently covered the remains.

The dangerous incantations and the aura of ultimate evil suddenly fell silent, as if sealed away.

"What!"

In an instant, powerful figures like Xia, the Domain Lord of Guchu, and Silver Flame—all Divine Lords of the cultivation realm—lost their composure, staring at the scene in shock.

Silver Flame, in particular, had witnessed the scroll fly out and land upon the Saint’s remains, suppressing that supreme, wicked, and malevolent power.

"Who is this gentleman?"

Silver Flame turned back in astonishment to look at the young man. Previously, the young man’s presence had been so faint that no one had noticed him, yet he had revealed such a hand. It truly took him aback.

"I am Nameless."

The young man bowed politely.

Feng Shang was filled with a mixture of shock, joy, and confusion. The formidable Ninth Killing Formation and the Heaven-Suppressing Prison Dragon had both been destroyed by those remains. For this young man to casually produce a scroll and resolve the problem so easily was simply absurd.

"Master Nameless... how did you do that? Does that scroll have some extraordinary origin?" Qing'er's bright eyes flickered as if seeing him for the first time.

"I am ashamed to say, the scroll only contained a single character I once practiced. Just now, for reasons unknown, inspiration struck, and I merely made a fool of myself," the young man replied.

The crowd: "..."

"Not good, the scroll is burning."

Qing Tian'e had been watching the scroll since it was deployed. Suddenly, his expression shifted. The scroll, which had been lightly covering the remains, began to ignite.

Black flames spread rapidly along the scroll’s rod. Before long, the scroll was reduced to ashes, and a sliver of golden light spilled from the paper, transforming into a slightly distorted character.

The golden character flowed with radiance, looking extraordinary and possessing a unique sense of Dao rhyme.

Unfortunately, this character did not persist for long.

The cursed flames roared, and the power of decay permeated the air; the golden light flickered precariously before being extinguished entirely.

"What is going on here?"

Xia gazed into the distance, staring at the young man, suddenly finding him unfathomable. Among this group, this young man, who appeared to be a frail scholar, should have been the most inconspicuous. How could he possess such a miraculous scroll?

"He... he is... could it be..."

Huo Zhuo’s heart shook violently. The young man’s temperament was gradually overlapping with that great figure in his mind. Although their appearances were clearly different, that easygoing, gentle, scholarly air was identical!

He hadn't realized it until now!

"Master Nameless, since that character you wrote didn't hold the thing back, do you have any more?" Feng Shang asked.

"I do not," the young man replied, shaking his head. "That character was rare. It was written one day when I was in a state of sudden enlightenment. Looking back, no matter how I try to write it again, I can never reach that realm of charm."

"It seems it was a stroke of chance," Qing'er said with regret.

"Cough, cough."

Old Yuan coughed dryly. From a moment ago, he had been holding the young man’s hand without letting go, staying silent and quietly experiencing the touch.

The young man felt a bit uncomfortable and asked, "What is the meaning of this, Senior?"

"Don't call me Senior."

Old Yuan held the young man’s hand and said with a beaming smile, "I never imagined that one day, I, Yuan, would have the honor of being so close to the First Saint. Although this is but a transient incarnation, it is worth it!"

"Hm?"

The young man raised an eyebrow, becoming even more puzzled.

Hum!

Just then, the sword sheath on Old Yuan’s body trembled. Old Yuan froze, then his expression turned to one of wild joy. It was Sect Leader Danya... she had arrived!

"Giggle..."

A sound like silver bells, clear, crisp, and so gentle it could melt one’s heart, suddenly echoed through this space. A white mist emerged from nowhere and began to spread.

"Sect—"

Old Yuan was about to call out and pay his respects, but suddenly his voice was stifled in his throat, and his knees turned rigid and numb, preventing him from kneeling.

As the white mist filled the air and spiritual energy steamed, a gorgeous Dao platform of divine flowers appeared, and upon it, a young girl sat, looking at the scene with great interest.

Feng Shang and the others looked at each other in dismay. Another person had arrived, and they seemed not to know her either.

"This space is shrouded in the God-Extinguishing Prison Formation. It is one thing for that gray-robed man to have occupied the right time and place in the Hurricane World. Who is this? She was able to enter without a sound. Could she be reinforcements from Nine-Star City?" Huang Ha was secretly alarmed.

Danya had bright, alluring eyes and a peerless, exquisite beauty. She rested her chin on her pale, jade-like hand and first looked at the black-haired man with the rotted wooden sword on his back who stood expressionless.

"A Domain Lord of Guchu? You've turned traitor? If the Star Sea Saint Mansion knew, it would certainly be interesting."

As these words left her lips, the Guchu Domain Lord frowned, staring at the distant mist and falling into deep thought.

"Who are you?" Xia asked calmly.

"Oh! The Moon-Slaying Sword of the Universe? Rare. It has been lost to the Flower Sea for many years; I never thought it would emerge again."

Danya looked at the Moon-Slaying Sword with surprise, then her gaze fell upon the light veil covering Xia’s face.

"With such a beautiful face, why hide it behind a veil? Is it to cover a scar, or perhaps a heartbreak from the past? Judging by your aura, you don't belong to the Spiritual Energy Universe. Interesting."

Danya’s gaze wandered, filled with a smile as she offered her unsolicited critique.

Soon, Danya looked at the Saint’s remains, finally showing a trace of solemnity and surprise. "Died from a curse-devouring? Remarkable! What is this tyrannical ancient curse? The Source of All Evil?"

Clearly, the Saint’s remains had truly surprised her.

But the others were even more surprised. This woman had appeared suddenly, spoke with an airy tone, and seemed to name the incantation on the Saint’s remains, which forced them to be on high alert.

"Let me take a closer look."

Within the white mist, the girl’s voice came again, and she seemed to have developed genuine interest. A ray of light spilled out, piercing the thick black fog, winding around the Saint’s remains, and instantly shifting them closer.

Swish!

With a flash of moonlight, the Saint’s remains, which had been pulled in by Danya, suddenly vanished.

"Oh? You hid a Moon-Concealing Slip. I didn't even notice. Why, so quick to put it away? Afraid I might snatch it?" Danya looked at Xia with a half-smile.

Xia’s brows knitted tightly. This newcomer was terrifying; her cultivation had already transcended all shackles.

It seemed today’s plan would have to be reconsidered.

"Forget it, forget it. The bones of the dead are full of ill omen, and I am not particularly curious. However, you two—I must ask you properly: when did the lackeys of the Killing Alliance extend their reach into the Thousand Domains?!"

Danya’s voice carried a magical quality. Initially relaxed, it suddenly turned bone-chillingly cold, as if transitioning from an innocent girl into an icy beauty, making everyone’s heart skip a beat.

"Your Excellency... what do you mean?"

Huang Ha and Huo Zhuo’s expressions changed drastically as they stammered.

Even though they tried their best to hide it, their expressions had betrayed them in that brief moment.

"Stained with the mark of 'Killing' on your heads—did you think I couldn't see through it?"

Danya’s voice was icy and indifferent, filled with a marrow-chilling coldness. Like a moon-goddess from the Guanghan Palace, a single word of hers seemed to freeze the stars and the earth.