Chapter 793 - 723: The Identity of the Demonic Man

Chapter 793: Chapter 723: The Identity of the Demonic Man

Luo Ziyun had been trapped in the quaint, antique room for a very long time.

She had lost contact with her companions ever since she found the War Relics after countless hardships and entered its stone hall.

Now, she was trapped in this seemingly simple room, unable to take even a single step out.

This wasn’t a room at all, but some kind of Array. Even with over five hundred years of experience, Luo Ziyun couldn’t find a single flaw in it.

’It’s over.’ She was under someone’s control, imprisoned.

Soon, a bizarre scene materialized in her room: her companions were being brutally murdered one by one, their heads severed from their bodies.

The bloody heads were either strung up for display or buried in a swamp.

Another was annihilated, reduced to nothing but dust.

Luo Ziyun felt like she was going insane. ’What terrifying Fierce Beast is in these relics?’

’Why is it so strong?’

A few hours earlier, an ethereal man had appeared in the room. He smiled at Luo Ziyun and said, "You’re quite beautiful. You are barely qualified to be buried alive with my master."

"What do you mean?" Luo Ziyun’s expression changed. "Did you kill all my companions?"

"They were too weak. And not as fortunate as you—they were born as men, so they had to die," the ethereal man said with a devilish smirk. He waved his hand. "Go on, make yourself beautiful. A woman must adorn herself for one who would please my master."

Luo Ziyun discovered that many women’s accessories had appeared in her room: all sorts of gorgeous clothes, jewelry—everything she could imagine.

"You have one day to prepare yourself. Cherish it."

Then, as his words faded, the ethereal man vanished.

’What the hell is this?!’

Luo Ziyun was stunned. ’Make myself beautiful to be buried with his master?’

’Who is his master? The master of these relics?’

The ethereal man didn’t reappear, but his voice would occasionally echo, urging her. "Hurry up and get ready. My master won’t like you looking like that."

Luo Ziyun was going mad. ’What is all this nonsense?’

A few hours later, another bizarre scene materialized in her room.

The scene depicted a magnificent hall where a Crystal Coffin floated in the air. She saw the ethereal man once again.

No, there was someone else besides the ethereal man.

’Him...!’

After getting a clear look at the other person, Luo Ziyun cried out, "Xiao’an..."

’How did he get here? Why would he come to Skeleton Mountain in X City? Why is he inside the relics?’

Then, Luo Ziyun saw and heard their conversation.

Her heart trembled. ’So, he knew I was in the relics. He came looking for me.’

Luo Ziyun’s heart was suddenly a mess.

Immediately, she saw them start fighting after a brief disagreement.

AARGH...!

Luo Ziyun heard Tu Xiao’an’s wretched scream as he was drowned in a torrent of bizarre Thunder and incinerated by towering Flames.

"Xiao’an... Xiao’an!"

Luo Ziyun’s eyes instantly reddened. In truth, they had all underestimated the War Relics hidden within Skeleton Mountain.

Entering the relics was like diving into an endless sea. Her companions were all dead, and their deaths had been gruesome.

Anyone below Rank Four who entered was guaranteed to die.

Humanity’s official understanding of the War Relics was still far too limited; it fell to powerful War Gods to risk their lives exploring them.

As a Cultivator from ancient times, Luo Ziyun saw it as her undeniable duty.

With great power comes great responsibility, so she had come to Skeleton Mountain.

She felt she had lived long enough. It was good to be able to do something for the mortal world.

’If I die, I die.’

’But why did that annoying Snake have to come here?’

’And he came looking for me.’

Luo Ziyun’s heart was thrown into a panic.

"Hurry and make yourself beautiful for my master, or that Snake will die."

The ethereal man’s voice echoed in the room.

"Don’t kill him! Please, don’t kill him!"

Luo Ziyun cried out instantly.

"Whether I kill him or not depends entirely on you."

Luo Ziyun instinctively bit her lower lip, tears streaming down her face. "I’ll do as you say. I’ll get ready."

She sat down at the dressing table in the room, her own exquisite beauty a bitter irony.

To think she had to adorn herself for an Ancient Demon who had been dead for gods know how many years.

It was a fate more painful than death.

.....

"So, how did my Thunder and Flame feel?" the ethereal man asked cheerfully, looking at Tu Xiao’an’s wretched state.

"Not... great..."

"Break!"

Tu Xiao’an roared, and a powerful force erupted from him.

The shrouding Thunder and Flame dissipated, leaving him gasping for air.

He stared at his opponent in disbelief.

"Got more questions? Feel free to ask. I’m in a generous mood," the ethereal man cackled, looking like a triumphant villain.

Tu Xiao’an’s body was now covered in Snake Scales, forming a protective layer like Battle Armor. The earlier assault of Thunder and Flame had forced the scales to manifest for defense.

What goes around comes around. Tu Xiao’an had always used Thunder and Flame as his primary means of attack.

All his enemies had suffered terribly from them. Today, it was his turn to be relentlessly blasted by Thunder and scorched by Flame.

The feeling was damn unpleasant.

"Why is your Elemental Power stronger than mine?" This time, Tu Xiao’an had no choice but to play along.

He was just too curious, too shocked.

After all, Tu Xiao’an’s Thunder and Flame possessed the Might of Heaven and Earth; they had been evolved.

Yet the moment his opponent used his Elements, not only were Tu Xiao’an’s completely suppressed, but he couldn’t even withstand the attack.

"You have to ask your first question first," the ethereal man said, shaking his head.

’First question?’

Tu Xiao’an gave him a strange look, glancing from the corpse in the Crystal Coffin to the ethereal man. ’Is this guy’s brain full of shit?’

Fine. Tu Xiao’an took a deep breath and asked through gritted teeth, "What’s your relationship with the Ancient Demon? Why do you look exactly like him?"

"Mm, an excellent question. Since you’ve asked so sincerely, I shall generously tell you." The ethereal man even struck a pose and said with a grin, "It’s because I am my master’s Artifact Spirit. I was born from my master, and when I gained sentience and life, my appearance naturally took after his."

"An Artifact Spirit?"

Tu Xiao’an was secretly shocked. So the ethereal man wasn’t human, nor was he a Demon, but a different kind of life form altogether.

It was said that some Divine Weapons had Artifact Spirits, just like the long spear Tu Xiao’an had snatched from the Skeleton King.

The Black Dragon within that long spear was its Artifact Spirit.

It was born and nurtured within a Weapon.

’In other words, the ethereal man is actually the Artifact Spirit of the Ancient Demon’s personal Weapon?’

’So that’s why he’s still so loyal to the Ancient Demon even after he died, even wanting to find a beautiful woman to be buried with his master.’

’Damn it!’

Tu Xiao’an cursed inwardly, feeling utterly ashamed. A mere Artifact Spirit wielded Elemental Power that was stronger than his own.

’Am I, the great Snake Emperor, inferior to an Ancient Demon’s Artifact Spirit?’

The blow to Tu Xiao’an’s pride was immense.

"Now can you tell me why your Elemental Power is stronger than mine?" Tu Xiao’an asked again, having calmed himself.

The ethereal man shook his head again. "You still haven’t asked me *what* kind of Artifact Spirit I am."

Tu Xiao’an was completely dumbfounded. "..."

’For fuck’s sake, his brain must be full of shit.’