Chapter 141: That Figure From Behind

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On the other side of the cliff!

Ye Wuya slowly opened his eyes!

Proppping himself up, he sat up, shook his head, and his vision gradually cleared.

The ground was littered with sharp swords gleaming under the sunlight, shining like countless mirrors.

There were actually tens of thousands of swords!

"The Sword Dragon really worked!" Ye Wuya exclaimed in wonder.

He looked back at the thousand-meter cliff, in the middle of which was a hundred-meter-wide hollow!

The mountain body was immensely thick, yet it had been pierced right through to the other side. Looking through the cavern created by the Sword Dragon, one could see only the distant sky.

The Sword Dragon was truly terrifying, easily rivaling an attack from the Golden Core realm. However, a Myriad-Sword Dragon of this magnitude consumed an immense amount of sword intent. At Ye Wuya's current level, he could use it at most about once a day!

Hundred-Sword Dragon!
Thousand-Sword Dragon!
Myriad-Sword Dragon!

After executing the Myriad-Sword Dragon once, Ye Wuya's sword intent would enter a state of severe exhaustion, making it nearly impossible to cast it a second time.

The more terrifying the lethal technique, the greater the consumption!

Reaching out, he pulled out the blue longsword stuck beside him. Ye Wuya felt a wave of sentimentality; this sword of unknown origin had accompanied him for over half a year and had silently guarded him during both of his unconscious states!

Although Ye Wuya did not know the origin of the sword, he always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with it.

Why was this sword blue? Curious, Ye Wuya began to examine it closely.

The longsword was entirely blue, without a single trace of any other color, making it look as though it contained some immensely powerful and mysterious force within it.

At this thought, Ye Wuya decided to test it using his ability to foresee the future!

Within his sea of consciousness, that cluster of blood-golden characters spun frantically. Ye Wuya's pupils turned ancient and profound, gradually shifting to a brilliant gold!

Resembling a pair of fiery golden eyes, they seemed capable of piercing through the illusions of time!

He gazed upon the sword!

A scene surfaced in Ye Wuya's vision!

Somewhere unknown, a fountain of blood violently spurted forth, immediately followed by an old man's head being severed from his body!

Then, out of the corner of his vision, Ye Wuya caught sight of a female figure collapsed on the ground! Her clothes were tattered and in ruins, with traces of blood still lingering at the corners of her mouth.

Suddenly, Ye Wuya's pupils violently contracted!

This woman was—!

Ye Queque!

Boom!

A roar echoed in Ye Wuya's mind, and the golden light in his eyes instantly extinguished.

"What is going on? Why did it stop?" Ye Wuya roared inwardly.

It had cut off abruptly, without any prompt or warning!

What was happening here? When Ye Wuya had used the ability twice before, besides seeing the visions, there had always been some text prompts. Why was there none this time?

Ye Wuya was certain he hadn't mistaken her. Even though he had only seen her in profile, he could confirm that the woman was indeed Ye Queque.

Wasn't she at the Azure Cloud Sect? How could she have been captured by someone?

Anxiety gripped Ye Wuya's heart as he tightly clutched the blue longsword. Since the vision came from this blue longsword, that old man must have been killed by this very sword!

Yet, where was Ye Queque? There were no hints whatsoever, and that place was clearly not the Azure Cloud Sect.

Ye Wuya decided to look again. The blood-golden characters spun, and his eyes once more transformed into golden pupils, as if a ball of golden fire was burning within them.

This cluster of golden flame was even more powerful than before.

A scene slowly emerged in Ye Wuya's vision: lightning filled the sky, nine-colored lightning churning! The entire sky became dazzlingly bright.

A shadowy black figure within the seven-colored lightning grasped a black sword, running amok amidst the tempest! The black sword intent was as dense as a liquid, and any nine-colored lightning that approached it was shredded into nothingness!

Thread after thread of nine-colored lightning was sucked into the black sword...

As the vision reached this point, Ye Wuya's head grew dizzy, and he hurriedly reined in his ability to peer into the future!

"What is going on? Why did it change? What does this mean?" Ye Wuya forced himself to calm down and analyze rationally!

Due to the heavy consumption of his spiritual consciousness, Ye Wuya felt drowsy all over, just like someone who had gone without sleep for several days and nights!

A trace of fresh blood leaked from the corner of his mouth—undoubtedly the result of him biting his own tongue in focus.

The first vision was of a sword flash and a falling head!
The second vision was of boundless nine-colored lightning! A black figure, a black sword, and monstrous demonic energy!

What on earth did it mean?

This was the first time Ye Wuya felt completely unable to control his ability! He was utterly baffled.

When he looked at that door in the Scripture Depository Peak previously, there had been prompts regarding time, location, and more!

Yet looking at this blue longsword yielded zero hints!
He had only seen two separate visions!

If this ability could only foresee the future, then the first vision was bound to happen.
Without time and location, however, Ye Wuya dared not be sure whether Ye Queque was alive or dead.

The future!
Indeed, it was not so easily predicted.

Ye Wuya inexplicably grew irritable. His priority right now was to figure out where Ye Queque was!
And whether this vision of his had already happened or had yet to occur!

With that thought, Ye Wuya stood up with a dark expression.

He was going back to the Azure Cloud Sect!
Whatever situation Ye Queque was in, he would find out the moment he returned to the Azure Cloud Sect.

The Sword Domain unfolded, sword intent surged wildly, and tens of thousands of swords emitted wave after wave of resonant ringing.

On the other side of the cliff!

The old man gripped Ye Queque's neck, preventing her from making any sound. No matter how she struggled, his hand acted like a vise, leaving her utterly unable to break free.

Furthermore, wisps of black Qi were flowing from the old man's body through his palm and into Ye Queque's body.

In less than a moment, Ye Queque lost control of her physical body, though she remained conscious—she could still see and hear.

She wanted to curse the old man aloud, only to find that apart from her spiritual consciousness being clear, she had lost all control over her physical body!

Staring at the old man with unresigned eyes, Ye Queque realized she no longer even possessed the ability to commit suicide.

Just as the old man was about to make a move on Ye Queque, he suddenly sensed a lingering, hair-raising power awakening in the distance.

It was chilling, biting, crazed, and reeking of slaughter and other negative emotional fluctuations.

Centuries of survival instincts prompted the old man to quickly make the wisest choice.

Hide his aura!

Even though his aura had been in a suppressed state all along, he drove his power even deeper into dormancy, leaking not a single trace.

Without delay, he swiftly grabbed Ye Queque and moved toward the source of that terrifying power.

He wanted to see if this aura had been unleashed by someone from the Azure Cloud Sect, as he felt it carried an intensely evil quality.

Soon, the old man brought Ye Queque to the top of the cliff.

There, on the other side of the cliff, he saw countless swords covering the ground!

In the center of the sea of swords stood a man dressed in a nine-dragon black robe. The man showed only his back, but his long white hair was exceptionally striking!

"It's him!"

The old man's pupils violently contracted. He could never forget this man—it was this very man who had cost him an arm!