Nightmare Apostle

"Find the legs..."

Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment. He surely knew how devastating losing a pair of legs to the Sword Lord was for his uncle, but it had been decades since that battle took place.

Not to mention whether they could be found, even if they were found by chance, at most there would only be a few bones left. Could it be his uncle had the mystical ability to resurrect the dead or reanimate bones?

Seeing Yang Xiao’s hesitation, Second Demon Uncle said, "Xiao’er, just do your best. Right now, your strength is too weak to understand the mysteries of that sword. Limbs cut off by that sword will remain intact for centuries, existing in all those time fragments unless the sword is destroyed."

"Understood." Since his uncle said so, Yang Xiao decided to give it his all.

Helping his uncle is like helping himself. Yang Xiao estimated that Second Demon Uncle was already at mid-stage Nether Realm level at least, and if he could retrieve those legs, his strength would increase significantly.

But he wondered whether his uncle would be stronger or weaker compared to Yang Qianhe, the Old Clan Leader of Ru Lin Academy, or Dean Sheng at their peak.

With Second Demon Uncle’s support, Yang Xiao opened the Wordless Heavenly Scripture. At the same time, the Ring-Headed Saber in his hand seemed to be affected, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

Some blurry images started to appear in the Wordless Heavenly Scripture, but they were obscured by a layer of bluish-gray mist, making it unclear what they were.

To see more clearly, he lowered his head, trying to get as close to the book as possible.

This action did have some effect, as the bluish-gray mist covering the pages gradually dispersed, replaced by a sinister, dark red mist.

The familiar scene instantly startled Yang Xiao awake. He knew where this was — this was that barren, desolate space, the terrifying place from his dreams!

Recalling the intangible monster, Yang Xiao instinctively wanted to break the connection with the book and withdraw.

But it was too late; when he returned to his senses, he realized he was already enveloped by the blood-red mist and no longer in his original room. Second Demon Uncle, Senior Brother Qingfeng, they... they were all gone!

The feeling under his feet also changed; no longer the solid sensation of standing on a concrete floor, but a slightly soft feeling.

Looking down, the unease in Yang Xiao’s heart finally manifested — beneath his feet was a rough, gravel-strewn ground.

His heart froze, and he realized he had returned to that dreamlike world. After a brief moment of fear, he looked around in confusion, only to find that he couldn’t find the way back.

The surrounding dark red mist was thick, with visibility less than 5 meters, and the ground was pockmarked with rough gravel, crisscrossed with ruts plowed by swords.

There was no doubt this was a battlefield, and Yang Xiao couldn’t help but take a deep breath, the scent of blood thick in his nostrils.

Familiar memories flooded back, and Yang Xiao boldly guessed this was where Second Demon Uncle fought against the Sword Lord all those years ago.

Second Demon Uncle was defeated by the Sword Lord, and his legs were left here.

Thinking he was already here, Yang Xiao immediately began searching the surrounding area while remaining vigilant; after all, in his dream, he had seen a monster.

Originally, the Ghost Lantern was effective against such mist, but unfortunately, he couldn’t use any Magic Artifacts here, making him just an ordinary person. It felt like he had stepped into a Nightmare World.

The space here was vast, the land barren and desolate, with no landmarks. Yang Xiao had no idea where to look for a pair of lost legs.

But Yang Xiao had his own method — he tried to follow the direction where battle scars were denser on the ground.

He moved forward cautiously, ears pricked up, carefully listening for any surrounding movement.

But the more you fear something, the more it seems to happen. After walking for about ten minutes, a huge, blurry shadow suddenly appeared within the red mist in front of him.

At the same time, from the direction of the shadow came a faint whispering sound, as if someone was whispering.

Drawing on his familiar memories, Yang Xiao knew what the huge shadow was — it was a dirt mound he had seen in his dreams, and the monster was hiding behind it.

In the dream, Yang Xiao couldn’t control himself and climbed the dirt mound, only to encounter that terrifying monster.

But this time he wouldn’t do that. Yang Xiao held his breath, making the most correct decision at the time, steadily retreating until the dirt mound in the mist disappeared from sight.

Something that slightly reassured him was that as the dirt mound disappeared, so did the eerie whispering.

Once Yang Xiao calmed himself, he immediately turned around and headed in the opposite direction. Yet after less than five minutes, a bizarre scene unfolded — through the layer of blood-colored mist, he saw another huge shadow appear.

Along with the shadow, the whispering sound reappeared.

Yang Xiao knew he was in trouble, but now he was just an ordinary person with no chance of facing such a thing. He could only continue repeating his previous actions, retreating, withdrawing, and changing directions once more.

From Yang Xiao’s experience, it seemed the entity had locked onto him, and capture was just a matter of time.

But what Yang Xiao could do now was buy time. He knew that only by stalling until Second Demon Uncle noticed the anomaly and came to his rescue would he have a chance.

Unfortunately, the situation was deteriorating faster than he had anticipated. With each direction change, the dirt mound and whispering sound appeared ever more quickly, now with less than a minute between the last blockade by the dirt mound.

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