The Three Realms Thief Chapter 69

Darkness was silent.

But this incredibly terrifying scene was deeply etched in Xu Yuan’s mind.

The woman with seven or eight legs was like an ant compared to this monster!

——What exactly is going on in this world?

Isn’t this a cultivation world?

How can there be such a huge monster!

Xu Yuan felt bewildered, but he coordinated his limbs, maintaining the best breathing rhythm, climbing silently and efficiently with all his strength.

This time, he no longer cared about the consumption of his strength.

Faster!

Get out of here faster!

“Faster, Xu Yuan, faster.”

The little boy suddenly spoke.

Xu Yuan looked back.

He saw that in the black mist below, there seemed to be floating objects slowly rising.

Boundless fear crept up his back, suddenly gripping Xu Yuan’s heart.

In an instant.

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Xu Yuan exhaled lightly, and his spiritual power immediately transformed into dark spirits, covering his body.

Dark spirits specialize in concealment.

Although he didn’t know if this would work, he had to try everything to survive.

He used his hands and feet, frantically climbing upwards.

“They’re coming.”

The little boy whispered with a crying voice.

Xu Yuan didn’t need to look down, just by feeling the little boy’s trembling body, he knew things were about to spiral out of control.

What to do?

Can they survive?

“Go.”

Xu Yuan suddenly whispered.

The Qiongxia Sword unsheathed, covered by the gold and dark dual spirits, flitting away into the darkness.

Just the spirit-thought thread was enough to control the Sword Control Art—One Night’s Rain!

However, this was not an attack.

The flying sword pierced upwards, instantly covering a long distance, embedding itself into the extremely high pile of corpses.

Taking advantage of this moment.

Still climbing, Xu Yuan reached out and pulled hard in the empty space.

A Gold Spirit-Spirit-Thought Thread appeared in his hand.

The Gold Spirit was primarily for extension, with one end tied to the hilt of the Qiongxia Sword and the other end in Xu Yuan’s hand!

As soon as he started retracting the spirit-thought thread, the effect was that Xu Yuan, holding the little boy, flew up into the air, rapidly shooting upwards, as if he could really fly.

Wind whistled past their ears.

The little boy almost cried out several times.

If—

the flying sword wasn’t embedded steadily enough—

both of them would fall down!

Dying without a burial place!

“They’re catching up, Xu Yuan!”

The little boy said.

“Here.” Xu Yuan handed him something.

The little boy looked down.

A pistol.

It was a loaded and safety-off pistol, which he had previously refused to use.

But could he still be squeamish now?

What beliefs, what habits, what emotions.

At this moment, nothing mattered.

Fight!

Fight!

Only fight!!!

The little boy suddenly turned his head, pointing the gun in his hand at a chasing dark ghost. *Bang*.

A bullet flew out, hitting the ghost, startling it.

Taking advantage of this moment.

Xu Yuan accelerated the speed of retracting the spirit-thought thread.

The two sped along, quickly passing through large expanses of corpses, reaching the position where the Qiongxia Sword was embedded.

Xu Yuan reached out and pulled out the long sword.

Only then did the little boy realize that countless golden rays, vertical to the sword’s body, had extended outward from the long sword, but now they were all fading away.

She couldn’t help but feel a moment of bewilderment.

After a sword was thrust into a pile of corpses, there was actually a secondary way to secure it?

In such circumstances, there was no time to escape—how could he think of such things!

“That shot you just made was very good, excellent, I think it deserves praise.”

Xu Yuan said, panting heavily.

The little boy was stunned for a moment before realizing.

He was treating her like a seven or eight-year-old child, using words of praise to calm her down.

This was truly—

He continued, “Okay, we’ll keep doing this. If you encounter a monster—”

“I’ll use the gun.” The little boy cooperated with him.

“Good job,” he patted her head and said softly, “Next, I’ll still be moving, and you’ll block the enemies, okay?”

“Okay.” The little boy said, lowering his head.

*Clang—*

The long sword transformed into a stream of light, once again flying towards the extremely high and distant mass of corpses above.

Waiting for the flying sword to pierce into the mass of corpses—”Let’s go.”

He grabbed the Gold Spirit-Spirit-Thought Thread with one hand and held the little boy tightly with the other, soaring upwards again.

This speed was incredibly faster than climbing!

Gunshots continuously rang out.

Gusts of wind passed through their bodies, ghost fires illuminating the surroundings, everything felt like a terrifying nightmare.

The bullets ran out.

Before the little boy could speak, Xu Yuan’s voice immediately rang out: “Hold on tight.”

The little boy immediately hugged him tightly.

The next second.

The gun in his hand was taken away.

His movements were incredibly fast; he twisted something on the gun with one hand, a swift motion, and the empty magazine ejected, falling downwards, while a new one was loaded.

His hands were nimble and practiced, his movements reaching the extreme of swiftness.

In an instant.

The gun was handed back to her.

The little boy took the gun, staring at him blankly.

“Why are you looking at me? Look down.”

Xu Yuan said.

“Oh!”

Gunshots quickly rang out.

The two flew like this again and again.

Until a certain moment.

“They’re turning back. They might be protecting that monster and can’t go too far beyond their patrol range.”

The little boy whispered.

“Because that monster is casting a spell? So they’re protecting it?” Xu Yuan asked.

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“Yes,” the little boy said, “Thanks to you, to be able to come up with such a way to escape.”

Xu Yuan shook his head, saying nothing.

—Spider-Man, that’s all.

Basic operation, nothing to boast about.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in Xu Yuan’s ear: “It’s truly enviable that humanity possesses such outstanding young sprouts.”

Almost simultaneously.

A rapidly spinning light projection reflected in Xu Yuan’s eyes.

These light projections formed a spacious, pure white room in his vision, and his consciousness was immediately drawn into it.

“Don’t panic, it is true, as you said, that I am maintaining that crucial spell and cannot personally attend to you.”

A voice sounded.

Xu Yuan looked, and saw a table appear in the pure white room.

It was a table made of countless human hands stitched together.

Across the table sat an amiable old man, holding a hand seal.

The old man’s face was covered in wrinkles, making his age impossible to discern, but his white hair was extremely long, even dragging on the ground, coiling into several layers behind him.

The old man raised his hand, signaling Xu Yuan to look at the hand seals he held, a smile appearing on his face: “I am indeed very busy, but for you to appreciate this table, it shows good taste.”

“It’s actually made from the hands of 900 chaste maidens. It’s delicate and smooth, with an excellent tactile feel.”

“And you are?” Xu Yuan asked.

“The living are not worthy of hearing my name.”

A flash of brutality flickered in the old man’s eyes as he continued, “However, this city is about to be destroyed, and you will also die—once dead, you will no longer be human.”

Behind him, hundreds of thousands of mouths erupted, speaking in unison like a mountain torrent: “I say:”

“The moment you shed your human identity, a ghost that has wiped away all memory of your life will be born from your body. It will be the new you, not the old you; it will devour everything you once were.”

“By then, it will serve me well.”

“Perhaps I will reward it with this table.”

“This is my blessing to you.”

Countless ripples emanated from its body, fluttering around Xu Yuan, circling ceaselessly.

As the voice fell.

The old man suddenly vanished.

The table, the room, and everything else dissipated.

Xu Yuan flew in mid-air, all the light that had gathered in his eyes extinguished.

He suddenly snapped back to his senses, finding himself still holding the little boy, tightly clutching the spirit-thought thread, flying upwards.

Just now—

It seemed only an instant had passed?

——What incredible means.

The next second.

Lines of faintly glowing small characters flashed frantically before his eyes: “You explored the deepest secret of the ‘Battle of Border Town’ on Difficult Mode.”

“You witnessed an existence that no sentient being has ever seen.”

“You touched upon the truth behind the ‘Battle of Border Town’ during the training match, and even though you only grasped a tiny fragment, you still glimpsed the terrifying existence behind it.”

“You received its blessing (curse).”

“—And all of the above, you are the first among the Human Race to obtain.”

“You are the record pioneer.”

“Thus, a ‘special event’ has occurred in this training match, specifically as follows:”

“Welcome to the BOSS battle.”

“Description: The difficulty level of the competition is too low to allow you to fully understand the truth, nor can it truly let you fight against a BOSS-level existence. Therefore, you must first defeat its curse.”

“Unique mission:”

“The moment you shed your human identity, a ghost that has wiped away all memory of your life will be born from your body. It will be the new you, not the old you; it will devour everything you once were. Please defeat it.”

“Failure means death, with your soul devoured, ceasing to exist forever.”

“Success will grant the following rewards:”

“1. You gain authority to activate a higher-level ‘Battle of Border Town,’ allowing you to seek traces of that monster in the Nightmare-level ‘Battle of Border Town.'”

“—Cursed (blessed) and then ran away? Is there such a good thing in the world?”

“2. You will gain the ability to pinpoint the BOSS during the competition.”

“——If you say you can do it, you can do it. Even if you can’t, you still can!”

All the small characters flashed and disappeared.

Xu Yuan’s expression remained unchanged; a flicker of relief even passed through his eyes.

Fortunately, the monster was in the midst of casting a spell, orchestrating the destruction of the entire city, and only cast a curse.

It probably thought this curse was enough.

But it didn’t know—I can leave this era!

—I am a human from ten years in the future!

Even if this event, like that female ghost, will bring about a curse mark and summon ghosts in the future—

But that’s ten years later.

I don’t have to face this terrifying guy, only face the ghosts!

Then there’s a way to survive.

Xu Yuan composed himself, remaining calm, and continued climbing upwards.

He no longer sent out flying swords, nor did he waste too much stamina and spiritual power, leaving everything with room for maneuver.

This was to guard against any sudden events.

Time slowly passed.

The rest of the journey was unexpectedly smooth.

Xu Yuan climbed onto the city wall, leaped down, crossed the road, and returned to the house facing the street.

He placed the little boy on the sofa, then collapsed onto the floor, panting uncontrollably.

“We survived.”

The two exchanged glances, a shared sense of relief evident in their eyes.

The residents of this house had already disappeared.

But there was still mineral water in the refrigerator.

The little boy stood up, opened the refrigerator, took out two bottles of water, gave one to Xu Yuan, and took one for himself. He tilted his head back and drank it down with several “gulps.”

Only then did the little boy feel his legs turn to jelly, barely able to stand.

“We made it.”

Xu Yuan was still lying on the wooden floor, saying with a tired voice.

The little boy stared at him blankly.

He raised the bottle of mineral water high, shaking it proudly, and between glances, his face held a mixture of satisfaction and pride.

Incomprehensible.

What was he proud of?

Such monsters made one almost incapable of fighting back.

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The border town was doomed.

Why would he—

He saw Xu Yuan take another breath and say with an uplifted tone, “We found the truth.”