Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1831: Chapter 1046: Wordless Heavenly Scripture (Part 2)

But Yang Xiao immediately realized that since it was a secret of the Taoist Sect, it should be under strict guard. How did it end up in Japan?

"You’re not aware, this supreme treasure originally belonged to a Purple Robe Great True Master of the Taoist Sect. Later, this person was attacked and killed, and the treasure was stolen. By chance, it ended up in our Japan."

Yang Xiao sighed inwardly, it seems that the so-called divination of fortune and disaster, questioning of blessings and calamities, prediction of the future, these are all relative. At least, this Purple Robe Great True Master didn’t foresee his imminent assassination.

In this way, the rumored supreme treasure of the Taoist Sect doesn’t sound so mysterious.

"Do you know who killed him?" On the other end of the phone, Jiushan Cangxuan’s voice suddenly became strange.

"Who?" Yang Xiao asked instinctively. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Jiushan Cangxuan took a deep breath and slowly said, "Black Buddha Mother."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao felt the air around him cool by a few degrees. He was too familiar with this name. The Black Buddha Mother is revered as the Head of Ten Thousand Religions, her strength is extremely formidable, ranking among the seven top-tier strong individuals in the world.

To cause the Black Buddha Mother to take action personally, Yang Xiao could approximately gauge the weight of this Taoist Sect Purple Robe Great True Master. This person is at least on the same level as Second Demon Uncle and Elder Sheng, probably even stronger.

And right after, Jiushan Cangxuan seemed to sense what Yang Xiao was thinking and continued, "There are quite a few Purple Robe Great True Masters in the Taoist Sect, but only a few can be titled Great True Masters. Even at the Taoist Sect’s peak, there were only six people, and this person was one of them."

The danger level of the secret realm containing such top-tier artifacts can be imagined. After contemplating, Yang Xiao decided not to muddy the waters.

Firstly, although the thing is good, even if he luckily navigated the secret realm, he wouldn’t be able to get it. Too many eyes are on it.

Secondly, Jiushan Cangxuan also mentioned that even if he doesn’t rescue, Beiyu Ye won’t die. It’s merely wasting this opportunity.

But this is something the Taoist Sect should worry about. What does it have to do with him, Yang Xiao?

After hearing Yang Xiao’s tactful refusal, Jiushan Cangxuan didn’t say much further. After all, compared to the Taoist Sect, the Patrol Defense Office is more valuable.

And Yang Xiao clearly told Jiushan Cangxuan that he shouldn’t worry, he definitely wouldn’t speak of today’s matter. He’s always been tight-lipped.

Handing the phone back to Wang Yue Qianxun, Yang Xiao continued to lie down and sleep. This matter was merely a small episode to him.

This world is full of good things; he can’t possibly take them all by himself. Moreover, it’s widely known that Yang Xiao isn’t greedy.

"If only I had this treasure, the first thing I’d ask is how to deal with the female demon from the Heavenly Water Pavilion..." With such thoughts, Yang Xiao closed his eyes, turned over a few times, and fell into a deep sleep.

In a daze, Yang Xiao entered a dream. In the dream, he wandered amidst mist, unable to see the road or the end.

Not knowing how long he walked, he first smelled a strong scent of blood, as if from a mountain of corpses or a sea of blood. Then, a bone-chilling wind blew the mist away. The next moment, the scene before him made Yang Xiao shiver severely.

A Nine-Story Demon Tower stood towering in front. Though it had only nine stories, its size was enormous, delivering an overwhelming sense of awe, as if it could reach the heavens.

A blood-red moon hung in the sky, its dark red glow piercing the mist world, painting this area with a layer of ominous tone.

It’s the Nine-Story Demon Tower!

No, it’s the Heavenly Water Pavilion!

Between the Nine-Story Demon Tower and the White Jade stairs was a massive platform, on which a few figures stood. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

These people were not unfamiliar to Yang Xiao. At the center was the notorious female demon of the Heavenly Water Pavilion, surrounded by eight of the top-tier martial artists and leaders of various Jianghu sects.

Except for one, that person was the inner traitor Hanjiang Jun, an undercover in the Heavenly Water Pavilion.

But this time, the battle Yang Xiao imagined didn’t break out immediately. Another mist rolled in, wiping out the figures on the platform, leaving only one.

This person wasn’t the female demon of the Heavenly Water Pavilion, but someone dressed like a Taoist. He was lean, wearing a purple vestment robe, with graying hair tied up in a top knot.

The old Taoist held a Bronze Bell in his left hand, with a rolled-up book tucked at his waist.

Just as Yang Xiao’s gaze settled on the book, a wave of cold swept through his body. Almost instinctively, Yang Xiao recognized it immediately; this book was the Wordless Heavenly Scripture!

Back then, among the masters who besieged the Opera Robe Ghost was the owner of the Wordless Heavenly Scripture!

Realizing the situation was dire, Yang Xiao turned to run, not knowing where exactly to run, just that he must run in the direction he came from.

But soon he stopped running, because right in front of him appeared a figure dressed in a purple Daoist robe — the old Taoist!

The old Taoist was facing him, displaying an eerie demeanor, his eyes filled with a readiness to face his fate, seemingly treating Yang Xiao as a life-death opponent.

Yang Xiao was also shocked by the old Taoist’s appearance, wondering how he could be targeted by someone of such stature.

But quickly he realized something was off, because the old Taoist appeared not to be looking at him, but staring intently behind him.

In the next moment, a cold presence appeared behind Yang Xiao, a chilling breath blowing on the back of his head, like a corpse frozen for unknown ages breathing.