After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

He looked down at his hands, at his nails that were almost rotting.

"My name is Mu, Mu..."

His voice grew softer and softer, as if he was trying to remember something.

Xu Ze's brow twitched slightly.

慕？

The man's eyes suddenly lit up, like a dying ember being stirred by the wind.

“Mu Hong… Yes, I remember now, my name is Mu Hong.”

Xu Ze's pupils contracted slightly.

Mu Hong.

The Great Xuan Dynasty, Mu Hong.

The king who mysteriously disappeared three hundred years ago.

That 'emperor' who was obsessed with Mu Yan, loved her but could not have her, and ultimately abdicated in favor of the Empress Dowager.

"Are you from the Central Immortal Continent?"

Xu Zemin knew the answer, but he still pressed for more details.

Mu Hong's eyes widened suddenly.

He stared at Xu Ze, scrutinizing him from head to toe, as if trying to find something in that young face.

"how do you know?"

Xu Ze did not answer the question.

He just looked at the man, at the glimmer of light in his eyes, and suddenly felt something was absurd.

An emperor, for the sake of a woman, has fallen to such a state.

Thrown into a toad's belly, trapped for three hundred years, it has become this inhuman, ghostly creature.

"You know Yan'er?"

Mu Hong's voice suddenly changed; it was no longer that hoarse, tired tone, but rather a frantic urgency.

He struggled to sit up, his withered hands gripping Xu Ze's sleeve, his nails digging into the fabric.

Xu Ze did not dodge.

"You know her, don't you?"

Mu Hong's eyes shone with an alarming intensity. "Is she still alive? Is she alright? Has she... has she mentioned me?"

Tao Yaoyao huddled at Xu Ze's feet, looking at the man, and a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

Xu Ze remained silent for a long time, seeing the almost frantic expectation in the other person's eyes.

"She's fine."

He finally said.

Mu Hong released his grip, leaned back against the fleshy wall, closed his eyes, but a smile appeared on his lips.

The smile was faint, so faint that it was almost invisible.

"That's good……"

He murmured, as if speaking to himself, or perhaps to something distant.

Xu Ze looked at him and suddenly asked:

Do you know about that stone statue in Fire Cloud Valley?

Mu Hong opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Stone statue?"

"Yes, it stands in front of the main hall of Fire Cloud Valley, and it has been there for about ten thousand years."

Mu Hong's eyes suddenly looked very strange.

He looked at Xu Ze, from his face to his shoulders, from his shoulders to the sword wrapped in white cloth, and from the sword back to his face.

His lips were trembling, his fingers were shaking, and his whole body was shivering.

"It's you?"

His voice changed, "So it was you...it was actually you?!"

Mu Hong stared at Xu Ze for a long time, then he smiled.

The smile contained relief, resentment, and an indescribable bitterness.

"Yes, I have seen that statue."

His voice was low, as if he were talking to himself.

“At that time I was young, and had just ascended the throne. I was full of vigor and thought there was nothing in the world that I could not get.”

"When I saw that stone statue, I wondered, who is this person who deserves to be worshipped for ten thousand years?"

He paused, looking at Xu Ze.

“I never imagined that after ten thousand years, you would still look exactly like the statue.”

"Yan'er, she..."

Mu Hong's voice suddenly became very soft.

"Isn't it you she's waiting for?"

Xu Ze did not answer directly.

But the man before her already knew the answer.

Mu Hong closed his eyes, leaned against the blood-stained wall, and remained motionless for a long time.

"I just want to know... exactly where am I inferior to you?"

Xu Ze looked at this emperor who once ruled the world, and at this person who had been tormented by love for three hundred years.

Looking at this man curled up inside the toad's belly, one couldn't even muster the urge to hate him.

a long time.

"Feelings are something you can't force," he said softly.

Hearing such a bland answer.

Mu Hong suddenly smiled, and something seemed to shatter deep in his eyes.

"You can't force it..."

He repeated those four words over and over again, as if he were chewing on something.

Tao Yaoyao hid at Xu Ze's feet, looking at this man, completely unable to understand him.

She is a demon and does not understand human emotions.

Is it worth waiting three hundred years for a woman who cannot be forced?

You have to understand, the other person doesn't belong to him at all.

Just when Mu Hong couldn't accept it.

Xu Ze stood up and patted the stains off his robe.

"Besides that, if you're talking about other aspects... well, there might be one more."

Xu Ze reached out and grasped the sword hilt.

“If I were trapped here, I would never sit idly by and wait to die, let alone for three hundred years.”

"As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will never give up."

The next second, the sword flashed.

The moment the Flame-Slaying Sword was drawn, the toad's entire belly lit up.

The light patterns on the sword flowed wildly, like rivers that had been set ablaze, flowing from the hilt to the tip and back again.

"Om-!"

The sound of the sword was no longer low and deep, but high and loud.

It sounded like a dragon's roar, like a phoenix's cry, like something that had been dormant for ten thousand years had finally awakened.

Tao Yaoyao covered her ears and curled up into a ball.

Her legs were pressed tightly to the ground, but the ground was shaking violently, and the entire Sky-Swallowing Toad was actually trembling!

Xu Ze closed his eyes. He remembered the white-robed man from the Heavenly Court and the golden chain.

He recalled Lin Yueyan's figure standing in front of the star map, and her words, "You must win."

Yes.

Some people are dead, but some people are still alive.

And those people were waiting for him.

"Devouring Immortals, Severing the Dao!"

The Azure Cloud Sword Technique, Eighth Form.

Chapter 177 Second Brother, Long Time No See

Xu Ze opened his eyes.

He gripped the hilt of his sword and slashed out.

This sword strike had no light.

Because light is too slow to keep up with the speed of this sword strike.

All the strange phenomena in the world seemed superfluous in the face of this sword.