Chapter 661: Attempt

Tang Zhao was deeply shaken upon hearing this; he looked at Jinwu, then at Destruction, clearly resistant, yet he did not know what to say.

Jinwu spoke very clearly: this was a place like a spider web; unless one used great force to break free and tear the web apart in one go, one would only become weaker the more one struggled, eventually becoming prey.

Since that was the case, was merging later really better than merging sooner? Was it not the optimal solution to use the most powerful strength from the very beginning to finish it in one stroke?

Only... was it too fast?

Tang Zhao was momentarily at a loss.

Destruction looked very calm, merely smiling: "Is this calling me to go home? I actually do want to go back..."

But the next moment, it said in a condensed voice: "But I cannot go back just like this right now!"

"Otherwise, what was the point of my coming to this world for a trip? I still want to try. I must try,"

It finished speaking and paused for a moment, waiting for Jinwu to stop it, but Jinwu was also exceptionally calm and said: "Fine. If you want to try, then go try. No need to talk about coming and going; in short, you are not reconciled, right? Then try. But just try once, okay?"

Destruction smiled: "Hmm, well said! You truly understand me. It is not impossible to achieve the situation through my own sacrifice rather than force. It is just so stifling! If I do not even try, how can I be satisfied?!"

Sacrifice—it was not that it could not do it; this was exactly what it had been doing for a hundred years. Although the repression made it irritable and even twisted its personality, it had never abandoned its duty.

Tang Zhao was surprised, for because so much time had passed, he had forgotten this irregular and tongue-twisting name, but he could still recall his childhood paper-folding crafts. This was different from a common Mobius Huan, more complex and winding; Ruyi Sword certainly did not know this term, but she could still grasp this mysterious profundity.

Jinwu had already thought it through; it ultimately chose the method most likely to succeed, which was also the best method.

Tang Zhao finally understood that these little ghosts were merely shadows, perhaps shadows specially manufactured to serve as containers for Xin Wang Liang. And Xin Wang Liang was not them, but an existence that transcended them.

It was not that Yin Huan could not fight back; strands of silver thread danced around the perimeter of Yin Huan, piercing and strangling these little ghosts like a Protector. Little ghosts were often shredded into fragments and quickly turned into smoke and dust, but they would immediately condense elsewhere and continue to bite. Only those completely wrapped by the silver threads were swallowed and could never appear again.

Those little ghosts were not large individually; compared to Yin Huan, they were like river water and small fish. But those fish were simply too numerous and dense, churning the river and biting Yin Huan mouthful by mouthful, biting holes into Yin Huan.

Immediately after, the ghost face shifted back and forth, jumping wantonly onto the face of any little ghost without stopping for a moment.

Different from the sphere on the chessboard, this time the radiance was a circular ring.

Honestly, I don't know who started this trend; no one wants to properly create a Sword Image, instead creating such a huge crowd. It's as if having more people makes one look impressive.

That was the Sword Momentum transformed by Ruyi Sword.

When one does not know the truth, one can certainly point fingers at the world and arrange the fates of others, but when facing Destruction directly, Tang Zhao perceived an equally vivid soul and could no longer say Righteous and Awe-Inspiring words like "liberation," "return," or "it is also a good thing."

Tang Zhao wanted to ask if those ghost shadows were Xin Wang Liang?

But he immediately saw a ghost face flash across the head of one of the little ghosts.

Destruction snorted.

Discovering this, it felt a bit annoyed and immediately accelerated, overtaking Jinwu.

Perhaps one could find her at the end of the Sword Image, but the Mobius Huan had no end.

As soon as they left the safe zone, countless attacks from the Shadow came one after another, and they were getting stronger. Destruction discovered that Jinwu was in front of it, drawing forth powerful wind and light, forming a slightly safer zone behind it, which reduced the attacks it received.

It was clearly an ordinary circular ring, but it looked quite miraculous. It seemed to have no beginning and no end.

After the East Pillar of State fell, the Jinwu Swords had never lived a good life either.

Destruction was somewhat annoyed, at which point Tang Zhao suddenly said: "Your Highness, keep it up."

Having captured the Wang Liang, Tang Zhao wanted to see Ruyi Sword; he had known of Ruyi Sword for a long time, but he had no idea what she looked like.

Jinwu asked from behind: "Do you know the way?"

To both save the present and set free the future.

The surrounding attacks were not only becoming more frequent, but also increasingly flexible; flanking, besieging Wei to rescue Zhao, and ambushes from all sides—all kinds of tricks emerged one after another.

There was one...

She was still hiding very well.

"Mobius... what ring?"

Although Tang Zhao would do what needed to be done when it came to the final step, would it not be better if Destruction could resolve the Wang Liang with its own hands?

Now it had become the one breaking the wind in front, bearing the most attacks, becoming the arrowhead of a sharp arrow. Under the suddenly increased pressure, it held its head high, feeling very proud.

The tone of this sentence from Jinwu was somewhat playful; clearly, it did not hold high hopes.

That was not the aggressive light of Jinwu, but a hazy lamp flame that seemed to be covered by gauze.

"This is..."

Now that it had slightly escaped its shackles and had not yet fully unleashed its skills to vent its anger, Jinwu told it that the time was almost up and it was time to hit the road; how could its heart be at peace?

The two Jinwus took turns breaking the wind and finally reached their destination.

Moreover, it was not golden light or white light, but a faint silver light; the silver was like moonlight, adding a touch of tranquility and mystery.

This Yin He should have been quiet and brilliant, needing only to shine silently. But now it had suffered major destruction.

This Wang Liang was either stronger or had different interests than its predecessor. It preferred human faces.

Jinwu could understand and said: "If you want to try, don't try here; come with me."

Tang Zhao even guessed that perhaps this was the original appearance of her Sword Momentum and even her Sword Image—a silver Law ring.

Because when one looked closely at that silver ring, one could see that the ring band was composed of individual silver threads; those silver threads flowed slowly like water, each thread carrying a faint radiance, gathering together like a Yin He.

At first, Destruction broke the wind very smoothly, but as they traveled deeper, the pressure gradually grew greater.

Only then did Destruction truly feel that this newborn Wang Liang not only had intelligence but also a brain.

Here, Tang Zhao felt that Destruction was not as at ease as before; although it could certainly persist, why make things so difficult for itself?

Therefore, Tang Zhao said: "Your Highness, I am a little scared; can we go a bit slower?"

Jinwu said: "I cannot be sure, but if you try your best, and if you can thoroughly destroy something, at least hurt it, perhaps we can reach the bottom of it."

As it spoke, it flapped its wings and left the brief isolation zone, plunging back into the darkness.

The saying goes: "Not chirping for three years, then stunning everyone with a single cry"; I have been motionless for a hundred years, I have to erupt at some point, right?

At that time, he did not yet know Destruction.

Destruction was startled; it heard Tang Zhao's sincerity and expectation, and its mood immediately became very comfortable, saying: "Look, there is still someone who believes in me."

Actually, Jinwu and the others could also disperse their physical forms, expand their Sword Momentum, and use rules against rules to exhaust the Wang Liang, but once such a choice was made, it would be like spilled water that could not be gathered back, until one side was completely devoured. By then, they would be entangled with each other, and even if they wanted to withdraw their power and pour it back into the Jinwu Sword to use the most powerful strength, they would not be able to.

Although it threw a remark at Tang Zhao, Destruction still slowed down, and Jinwu overtook it from behind to continue leading the way.

No, there was a group of black shadows like little ghosts, drilling in and out of the Yin He, just like woodworms in a bolt of silk.

Shadows without physical bodies were indeed a huge nuisance. Even if one concentrated power to strike, one did not know where the vital point was, or even whether one had actually destroyed them.

Destruction paused, feeling inexplicably frustrated, and Jinwu said, "I will point the way for you; you go ahead and hold the line first, and I will take your place in a while."

It was Destruction, after all, not Self-Destruction. How could it not draw its sword without first stabbing itself?

Yet it did not know that Jinwu had also spent so many years silently staying beneath Yunzhou; while it was certainly much freer than Destruction, it could hardly be called glorious, and one could even say it was obscure.

It had a nose and eyes, with all five facial features complete, but looking at that weird, grinning expression, it was indeed the face of a ghost.

Was it the face of a Wangliang?

The five facial features were something even the previous Wangliang had not condensed. It was also possible that it simply disdained to condense them.

This did not mean it was not trying its best, or even that it was toying with the Ruyi Sword; it was very likely that its nature was just like this—innocent and pure evil; biting, destroying, and devouring were its hobbies, as well as its instincts.

But there was no one's shadow within the silver halo, and certainly no Ruyi Sword.

"Or, going a step further, if you can strike through this Yingyuan, then this battle will be over. Then you will have achieved an unparalleled feat."

Or perhaps, was there a part of the memory of that Mask in its memory?

Was it one of those little ghosts?

Tang Zhao locked his gaze onto the ghost-faced little ghost, but the next moment, that ghost face detached from it and appeared out of thin air on another little ghost's face several hundred zhang away.

Tang Zhao did not necessarily believe it, but he truly hoped that Destruction could possess such power.

Destruction followed behind Jinwu.

"So you're saying, the thing I need to destroy is this Wangliang?" Destruction clearly also saw that ghost face; it wanted to find a more substantial body, the kind where one could capture the ringleader first to capture the rest, but it never found one, so it could only guess that the Wangliang probably had no physical body, "If I use a powerful plow to clear away and destroy its origin, I can kill it completely?"

Especially since these words were spoken by Jinwu, it naturally thought: You have been so glorious for so many years; what things you wanted to do, you have done; what scenery you wanted to see, you have seen. Having lived so freely for so many years, if you sacrifice yourself to sublimate at the very end and leave behind a brilliant mark, what regrets could you have?

By comparison, I haven't done any of the things I wanted to do, and to save you, I didn't even get to see the chrysanthemums.

Its brain might really be quite good, or its combat instinct is extremely strong.

This kind of dense, swarming group of ghosts drilling in and out was terrifying to look at from afar; Tang Zhao felt his scalp tingle as he watched from a distance, his trypophobia about to flare up.

Jinwu, ten thousand zhang beneath Yunzhou; Destruction, deep within Wangliang Mountain; Growth, who did not even have self-awareness inside the giant stone coffin...

When he reforged the Jinwu Sword, he had wanted to save Jinwu. Although Jinwu was destined to return to the Jinwu Sword, it could have remained as a Sword Image, with its Soul and temperament preserved; what difference would that have been from being alive?

But in that plan, Destruction was certain to die. At that time, seeing Destruction being polluted and beyond saving, Tang Zhao thought that relieving its pain and returning to a pure Sword Intent would be a good thing for Destruction.

Looking at that ghost face, so eerie that even making eye contact would drive one mad, Tang Zhao had a feeling in his heart: It seemed to be playing.

The destination was a vast expanse of silver light.

Destruction snorted and said, "Tang Zhao, although you are young, you are a Sword Hero after all; don't speak in such a childish, ingratiating tone."

Encouraged by Tang Zhao, Destruction's Spirit lifted, and it said, "You go and Shine there, and I will take action."

Tang Zhao ran away from Destruction as if fleeing, and just at this moment, he seemed to see one of the shadow little ghosts turn its head and reveal an extremely eerie, mocking expression.

At the same time, Destruction's power erupted!