Chapter 42: Escape from the Blessed Land

“One… just one.”

The Door-Crasher stared fixedly at Wu Xian, slowly advancing.

Wu Xian dropped the Ya Jiao Spear; even though the Door-Crasher was already extremely weak, he still didn’t want to get near it—one mistake and he’d become Wu Xian-jiang.

He curled his fingers, a thread of searing flame hovering before his hand. The giant Sui had just raised its palm when Wu Xian flicked his finger.

BOOM!

A blazing red fireball slammed into the Sui ’s face, further scorching its already unrecognizable features into something even more horrific.

The Door-Crasher bore a head of flames.

It roared to the sky, gathering dark energy, and somehow forced itself back up, charging at Wu Xian and the others with a vitality so fierce it was terrifying.

Shi Ji gripped Wu Xian’s hand, his face filled with gratitude, and gave him his contact information.

But even Wu Xian himself hadn’t expected that combining the firepower of two Golden Crow feathers with the True Fire Incantation could produce such an insane level of power.

The Door-Crasher was finally dead!

The power of this strike left Shi Ji and the other two speechless—if Wu Xian had used this move earlier, would they have needed to exhaust all their trump cards and been terrified half to death?

Wu Xian’s lips twitched.

The little bird’s wings were bare, each wing bearing only one flight feather—one long, one short—looking slightly comical.

Wang Zhiwu blocked the Ya Jiao Spear.

The body was bizarre: childlike in form, yet its head resembled an adult’s. Wu Xian recalled a photo he’d seen and realized this face belonged to Wang Zhiwu!

“Hey, we meet again!”

“Chirp!”

This was the Sui ’s dying thrash.

Wen Chao was the first to step through the portal.

He wouldn’t start with his strongest move, because what this attack killed was merely a dying Door-Crasher—who knew if it could survive in full strength?

Shi Ji pulled out a remote and pressed a button.

Shi Ji smiled but said nothing.

If the earlier True Fire Incantation was a small stream, this one was a raging river!

After the shock passed.

The remaining flames transformed into the feathers of a firebird, scattering in all directions and gradually vanishing into the air.

Su Huilan turned her body sideways, showing only half her face to Wu Xian, revealing a gentle smile.

A sinister smile appeared—he knew these humans had used up all their tricks; as long as they couldn’t touch this spear, he was invincible.

“Go.”

“No, I want to stay with my sister a little longer.”

Hiss… hiss hiss…

Just firearms were useless against evil spirits.

The little bird flapped its wings cutely and hopped onto the Door-Crasher’s body.

But in the afternoon, Wen Chao had helped Shi Ji make a timed bomb; in return, Shi Ji had infused the bullets with potent impurity, allowing Wen Chao to kill Wang Zhiwu.

This was the gate out of the Blessed Land—step through it, and you’d return to the safe, warm real world.

Wu Xian curled his fingers one final time; the golden feathers on his body gradually faded. One precious, one ordinary—both Golden Crow feathers poured all their power into this single strike.

BAM!

Another thunderous boom and burst of white smoke—Wang Zhiwu’s head exploded like a tomato, twitching a few times on the ground before going still.

A large hole appeared in Wang Zhiwu’s chest. He stared dumbly down, not understanding what had happened.

“Once we’re back in reality, you must contact me—I want to properly thank you by cooking you a real feast, so you can see my skills.”

But the remnants of the Door-Crasher regenerated into a new evil spirit.

Yet the little bird’s aura far surpassed all previous attacks—just its radiant heat made Wu Xian’s hair smell burnt.

WHOOSH!

Blinding light flared—everyone in the room felt as if they’d been instantly thrust into a scorching sauna.

This Blessed Land was no longer worth staying in.

But conditions here were too crude, and he had no confidence in succeeding on the first try—luckily, no mishaps occurred this time.

Yet right then.

This spirit was built on Wang Zhiwu’s will, merely a lowly wandering Sui —but without talismans or artifacts, a wandering Sui could still be deadly!

Wu Xian turned his head.

Wen Chao walked over, holding a strange device, stepping on Wang Zhiwu’s torso and pointing the device at his skull.

The damage caused by this vessel exceeded Wu Xian’s single True Fire Incantation!

Su Huilan and Shi Ji were overjoyed.

An invisible current surged through the room; bright flames gathered before Wu Xian’s fingers. The power of the Golden Crow feathers altered the True Fire Incantation’s form, shaping it into a three-legged firebird.

After finishing this, Shi Ji felt utterly relieved and limped out of the Blessed Land.

Wu Xian packed his things, picked up his already-prepared suitcase, walked to the entrance of the Blessed Land, and before leaving, asked Su Huilan:

CLICK!

Huhuhu…

“I…”

“Everything rests on this strike!”

“You think you’ve won?”

The Sui ’s waist and both legs wobbled, then collapsed to the ground.

SPLASH!

Unusual noise erupted behind them.

Safety—what a luxurious word.

“Aren’t you leaving?”

The struggling Door-Crasher’s upper body was instantly annihilated by the light; even the wall behind and the ceiling above were pierced through by flames, a crescent moon hanging in the center of the hole.

A vessel slammed into the Sui ’s face; its liquid soaked his entire body but didn’t extinguish the flames. The Sui froze, steam rising from his skin as he frantically clawed at himself.

He was a Primordial Impure Sacred Body—his virgin urine mixed with black dog’s blood was nothing like that of an ordinary boy.

But even if Wu Xian knew.

“Hmm, really useful.”

He’d simply done what he’d always wanted to do.

…

BAM!

A deafening crash made Wu Xian and the others jump.

Everyone’s faces broke into smiles.

“Brother Xian!”

Wang Zhiwu was dead.

Another transformation occurred.

The remaining half of the Sui ’s body twisted violently, and a tiny form crawled out from within.

Behind them appeared a simple wooden door—already open, beyond it warm sunlight and an endless wasteland.

Otherwise, the gate out of the Blessed Land wouldn’t have appeared.

For Wen Chao, crafting a gun was no challenge.

Their greatest threat in the Blessed Land was gone; whether the Blessed Land ended early or not, they were now safe.

But even this struggle was beyond what a mortal could resist.

Shi Ji clutched his severed arm, his expression proudly triumphant.

BOOM!

Another thunderous crash echoed through the Blessed Land; Wu Xian’s lip twitched: “What the hell was that?”

Wu Xian and the others had indeed won.

He had too much left to do, and he didn’t want to see his wife’s broken body writhing on the ground anymore.

The moment Wu Xian thought of his cooking, he decided he’d never contact him.

In Wen Chao’s hand was unmistakably a homemade double-barreled pistol—crafted from tape, steel pipes, wooden planks, and a piezoelectric ignition device!

He’d guessed Wen Chao would do this—but hadn’t expected him to actually succeed.

“Fine, do as you like.”

Wu Xian stepped through the great door as well, his movements hurried.

(End of Chapter)