[Moon God: What task? I've just joined, so I should be taking on so light duties, right? Like fighting minor monsters or sothing?]
[Wang Mu: The leader said that there's a weakened Evil Ghost ahead of us. You've just joined, so you need to prove yourself by slaying an Evil Ghost.]
[Moon God: Ah? Wasn't that young man saying that it's these Foreign Clans that are the Evil Ghosts? They dwell in darkness, formless and shadowless, which does indeed seem quite ghost-like... Why are they calling soone else an Evil Ghost now?]
[Wang Mu: The young man took the task and headed towards the location specified by the leader. But the further he went, the more sothing felt off... until he reached his destination, a strange stone house. Peering through the cracks in the door and windows, the young man saw an Evil Ghost cloaked in blackness within. Darkness crawled over its body in this bright world; only a faint glimr of light shone at its center...]
[Moon God: I have a bad feeling about this... Let think for a mont...]
[Wang Mu: Just as the young man was about to make his move, he heard a crisp sound—the familiar noise of a door opening. The stone door opened, and the Evil Ghost walked out... The young man was stunned. He didn't recognize the Evil Ghost, but he rembered that familiar sound of the door opening very clearly. That's because it ca from the residence of a young girl who made that sound every day when she opened her door...]
[Wang Mu: A ridiculous thought arose in the young man's heart: Could it be that in the eyes of the Dark Alien Race, that girl... was actually an Evil Ghost?]
[Moon God: Alright, alright! What happens next? Hurry up!]
[Wang Mu: Sothing ca up. I need to go. I'll tell you more later...]
[Moon God: ?]
[Moon God: Wait...]
BEEP—
Wang Mu temporarily turned off the Divine Light Mirror.
He indeed had sothing urgent to attend to.
Having obtained the Five-Colored Divine Gold, he was hurrying to engage in cultivation. Wang Mu didn't have ti to attend to this Immortal.
He'd initially thought she would warn him about so great disaster.
It just sounded like a blatant excuse to bind him.
There was no need to worry at all.
As for that story… Wang Mu felt sowhat moved. The story was actually about the events that had happened between the final heroine and him within that one year in the ga.
That year in the ga was extrely special.
The reason was simple: during that year, players rarely received blessings, and most would die there.
In the Love Saint ending, there was no opportunity to save. If you died, you had to start over.
Constantly dying dealt a huge blow, as there seed to be no strategy to survive.
The crucial plot point was that the heroine would die at the hands of a Dark Alien Race, making it impossible for the player to survive.
Then it would be ga over.
Interestingly, no matter how advanced the Divine Skill one mastered, their strength would drop significantly in the Dark Border.
If it weren't for the Love Saint ending, one couldn't even reach that place.
Because if Immortal Sorrow hadn't been triggered as a prerequisite, the Dark Border would be inaccessible.
Even the invincible self-castration route wouldn't lead there, so one couldn't simply rely on martial strength to get through the Dark Border.
There, one could only rely on the final, special heroine.
If the story of the Dark Border were standalone, it could be considered a masterpiece…
Wang Mu shook his head, a touch of reminiscence in his eyes.
"Next, it's ti for the chanism Creation Technique. Once I get it, I can return to the Sword Sect for peaceful ditation…"
It had been a while since he saw Heroine Yan.
His swordsmanship had grown rusty from disuse.
Recalling the Mixed Elents Heart Sword, Wang Mu, passionate about the Sword Dao, felt a sense of longing.
I should also break through to the Nascent Soul stage…
「Moon Palace.」
Cool moonlight shone down. Upon the palatial towers rising above the glow of the moon, the Moon Palace Fairy looked impassive.
"Uncle Hong, I'm not lying to you; I really don't know."
"If soone doesn't want to ascend to the Upper Realm to beco a Living Immortal, I can't possibly insist, can I?"
Across from the Moon Palace Fairy was a general clad in golden armor. His expression was solemn, and he was followed by several silver-armored Divine Generals, all exuding a grim, solemn aura.
"Your Highness…"
The Golden Armored General said in a low voice, "This matter is of great importance. You might be hiding sothing."
"I've already talked to Mother…" the Moon God said. "Isn't it just passing the trials that Mother set up back in the day? What's so special about that? There are countless cultivators in the Lower Realm, and it's been so many years. Surely, so powerful cultivators must have erged, right? What's so remarkable about that?"
"Mother has established nurous trials in the Immortal Court over the years too, right? What's so special about this one?"
"It's different," the Golden Armored General said helplessly. "The trials Her Majesty set up in the Moon Palace weren't aid at Lower Realm cultivators... If Her Majesty hasn't told you, it ans she doesn't want you to know... Your Highness, you only need to give the serial number of the Divine Light Mirror you gave him."
"What Divine Light Mirror, Uncle Hong? What are you talking about?" the Moon God shook her head, feigning ignorance.
"Stop pretending, Your Highness," the Golden Armored General said. "Her Majesty... ahem... people in the Upper Realm have long tried to add it."
With the serial number of the Divine Light Mirror, it's possible to trace its exact location.
Mother sent Uncle Hong to personally inquire, and he looks so serious. This must truly be sothing different, the Moon God thought.
"Your Highness, privately providing a Divine Light Mirror to a Lower Realm cultivator is a violation of the Upper Realm's laws," the Golden Armored General said. "Do you understand that?"
"I didn't give it," said the Moon God. "I accidentally dropped that Divine Light Mirror. How would I know who picked it up? If a cultivator from the Lower Realm found it, it has nothing to do with ."
"..." the Golden Armored General.
Seeing her cunning expression, the Golden Armored General was at a loss for words.
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