Chapter 1970 - 1970: The Road to Liberation Is also a Dead End? (3)

Chapter 1970 - 1970: The Road to Liberation Is also a Dead End? (3)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Evading was not a shameful act.

In the face of circumstances temporarily beyond one’s control, avoidance was not truly avoidance. It was just a necessary act of seeking refuge.

Xu Xiaoshou scanned his surroundings with a sweeping gaze.

From the dilapidated and bombed-out mountainous terrain of Fallen Abyss, he beheld far more than met the eye.

“If Fallen Abyss is indeed the terminus of Abyss Island, I have reason to question why we arrived here so swiftly and yet remain unharmed.”

“I suspect this place is not a mere matter of choice.”

Xu Xiaoshou gestured downward and chuckled. “Perhaps leaping down from here would only lead to a path of death?”

This remark caused Xiao Kongtong’s face to stiffen, raising his vigilance in an instant.

As his sword cognition spread out, he surveyed every direction yet found no signs of suspicion.

“You...”

Just then, Xu Xiaoshou let out a chuckle, calling out to Fallen Abyss, “Don’t hide and come forth. Your stealth skills are as clumsy as an amateur... like a jester’s antics!”

Come forth?

Was there someone here?

In his moment of uncertainty and skepticism, Xiao Kongtong felt as if Xu Xiaoshou had also derided him.

But he still could not fathom who from the Holy Divine Palace might have the capacity to obstruct Xu Xiaoshou’s departure from Abyss Island.

At that moment, a glimmer of light danced in the depths of Fallen Abyss, and a playful voice echoed from beyond the spatial realm:

“Intriguing, how intriguing.”

“I, the Emperor, have been waiting below for someone to come and meet their end. Never did I imagine you, kid, could detect my presence here. How did you find out?”

“You’ve seen through it? I refuse to believe it!”

That voice, that self-proclamation... Xiao Kongtong’s heart skipped a beat. Yan Wuse?

He could not have followed them!

He was still bound by the Three Realms Sword!

Even if he had managed to free himself from the restraint, it would have been during the latter part of the intense battle between “Bazhun’an” and “Xiao

Kongtong.”

That fight had been genuine, and even Yan Wuse would have recognized that.

Thus, for the time being, he should be dealing with others rather than the real or fake Bazhun’an.n--O).v--e.-l..b.-1-.n

Soon, Xiao Kongtong’s thoughts settled and arrived at a possibility.

Perhaps while Yan Wuse was dealing with the two of them, he was also contending with others?

He defied “common sense.’

This person could truly appear before all three sides with remarkable speed.

This fact had already been established in their earlier clash.

“Boom!”

The chaotic energy beneath Fallen Abyss exploded, tearing open a rift in the void.

The rift was not pitch black. Instead, a brilliant white light radiated from within. Swiftly, step by step, a figure emerged from within the light.

This was the Light Angel, formed from the convergence of radiant brilliance, lacking a distinct visage.

However, anyone could ascertain his identity with a single glance.

The Three Emperors, Yan Wuse!

“How could it be you?”

Xiao Kongtong did not inquire, but Xu Xiaoshou did.

He was merely speculating, certain that he could not have escaped Abyss Island so swiftly, nor could he have achieved detachment and left ahead of schedule.

But the arrival of Yan Wuse left him quite astonished.

The second true body appeared to have departed, yet in truth, it was grumblingly ensconced in the safest place—the safest spot of all was where danger was at its peak.

Thus, he could see that Yan Wuse was still confined in the First Hall of Sins!

The Light Angel emerged from the spatial crack in Fallen Abyss, raising both hands and speaking with a tinge of regret.

“What a shame, my little scheme didn’t work on either of you.”

“But though my appearance might be unexpected... how did you think that a mere punch, or the Three Realms Sword, could keep me under control for so long? Did you believe I was made of paper?”

“Don’t you find it fundamentally strange? Isn’t there some ‘influence’ at play here?”

The Light Angel stepped onto the mountainous terrain of Fallen Abyss, gazing down upon the bewildered pair, a divine presence showing disdain for mortals. “For instance, the Blood World Pearl that blurs the line between friend and foe?”