Chapter 1353: My Surname is Xu! My Surname is Wang!

Chapter 1353: My Surname Is Xu! My Surname Is Wang!

The void stretched endlessly, silent as a tomb.

This place remained the Ninth Star Ring.

Yet now, aside from Shang Huang, no other Sovereigns lingered within it.

Where Black Tower, Behemoth, Paperfolk, and Mother River once dwelled—now only emptiness remained.

Sensing this, Xu Qing walked through the starry expanse, stepped into the river of time, and entered the fractured gaps between dimensions.

Guided by the scrap of paper in his palm, he advanced step by step.

With every footfall, countless worlds shimmered with auroral light.

An aura of lethal severity coalesced into boundless frost, seeping drop by drop into spacetime as he moved forward—freezing even the faintest ripples of space itself beneath his tread.

His gaze, calm yet brimming with black-and-white radiance capable of tempering a billion stars, pierced through layer upon layer of chaotic temporal currents…

Until it locked onto a hidden coordinate—so subtle it nearly merged with nothingness itself.

“I’ve found you.”

Xu Qing’s eyes stilled. His voice was soft, detached.

There lay an ordinary mortal world.

Within a town in that world stood a schoolhouse, its shelves piled high with scrolls.

And Xu Qing’s gaze, piercing across time and space, fixed upon the lowest scroll among them.

This scroll appeared ancient yet utterly mundane—crafted from common materials, bearing no trace of the extraordinary. It blended seamlessly into its surroundings, indistinguishable from any ordinary artifact.

Had Xu Qing not possessed the fragment in his palm—and his own transcendent Law—he would never have sensed its presence at all.

“You hid well, Deluozi.”

Xu Qing’s voice was low, devoid of emotion. With a single step, his form shattered ten thousand realms and descended directly into that world—

Appearing inside the schoolhouse, standing before the scroll.

The moment he manifested, without hesitation, he spread his right hand and reached for the scroll!

This grasp was no mere physical touch—it struck directly at the very concept of “realm” embodied within the scroll!

As his fingers closed, a thunderous roar erupted—as if the membrane of heaven and earth had been violently torn apart—echoing throughout the world.

Heaven and earth trembled; every living being in that realm fell instantly into dazed stupor.

The scroll rose into the air—and unfurled!

Revealing a painting!

Within it sprawled endless celestial palaces, their eaves carved with exquisite artistry.

Jade towers and golden halls floated above seas of clouds, bathed in ten thousand rays of rosy light and myriad auspicious vapors. Immortal cranes soared, divine maidens danced gracefully—

A paradise of ultimate bliss.

Yet this splendor seemed veiled in dust, shrouded beneath an inescapable layer of deathly gray.

Under its pall, all colors dimmed unnaturally—as though bleached by the passage of eons. The cranes’ eyes were hollow, the maidens’ movements stiff as marionettes—radiating an oppressive falseness and suffocating stillness.

The entire painted world reeked of meticulously concealed decay—a rot that seeped into the marrow of existence.

At the heart of this frozen, glorious cloud-sea sat a colossal figure!

A paper doll!

It was Deluozi!

No longer a flat sheet, it now wore an opulent imperial robe—equally lifeless—and a jeweled crown, resembling a grotesquely inflated mockery of an emperor: absurd yet terrifying.

Countless translucent threads—thin as silk, fine as fate—extended from every creature, tile, and wisp of cloud within the painting, converging densely upon Him, feeding Him like roots drawing sustenance.

The instant Xu Qing’s gaze landed upon Him, the giant paper doll snapped open its eyes.

Scarlet light blazed within them—and locked gazes with Xu Qing across the painted plane!

“Xu Qing!”

Deluozi’s expression darkened; His mind reeled violently.

He knew the karmic ties binding Him to Xu Qing—but according to His omniscience, Xu Qing should never have been able to find Him.

His concealment was absolute—unless Shang Huang truly awakened, none could detect Him!

Even if fragments of His paper form existed outside, they held no meaning; He had long severed all causal links between His avatars and His true self.

“This is wrong!”

Deluozi’s thoughts churned wildly—and what unsettled Him most was His current state.

This was the worst possible moment!

Given enough time, He was certain He could reclaim His Sovereign status—and having absorbed the memories of the Godly Umbilical Cord, He now harbored far greater confidence in walking that path.

But… everything unraveled the moment Xu Qing found Him!

“You’ve indeed fallen from your rank—no longer a Sovereign.”

As Deluozi’s expression shifted, Xu Qing spoke slowly—and stepped into the painting.

The moment he entered, the false paradise trembled like a stagnant mirror struck by a boulder!

The death-gray membrane rippled violently, attempting to expel him. Countless rigid maidens, cranes, and spirit beasts—activated like clockwork puppets—lunged toward Xu Qing with stiff, eerie grins!

They were not flesh, but curses and resentments born of the painting’s rules—contact with them would corrode one’s soul and taint one’s essence.

Xu Qing remained impassive. His Law unfolded into threads of black and white, encircling his body in an instant and radiating outward in concentric waves.

Like a tide of annihilation, it swept in all directions—shredding the attacking puppets into fragments before they could even scream, scattering them like paper torn by gale-force winds!

Beneath the storm of black and white, the gray membrane shrieked—a sound that pierced the soul—twisting and warping as it was forcibly overwritten, causing the entire painted world to rapidly lose its color!

Ignoring all resistance, Xu Qing took another step—crossing the petrified sea of clouds—and appeared directly before the bloated paper-emperor Deluozi.

Raising his right fist, he struck!

A tempest of black and white surged around it, carrying irresistible force—slamming into Deluozi’s swollen, robe-clad chest!

Where the storm passed, space did not merely shatter—it underwent conceptual erasure!

Time, color, form, law—all elements composing this illusory painted world collapsed and returned to primordial void!

Then—the blow landed squarely upon Deluozi’s paper-thin imperial robe!

No cataclysmic explosion followed—only the silence of universal dissolution.

From the point of impact, Deluozi’s inflated imperial form imploded inward like a sandcastle sucked into a black hole!

His resplendent robe crumbled to ash inch by inch; his jeweled crown disintegrated into nothingness; the divine might filling his frame evaporated instantly.

His body fractured into countless pieces—transforming into innumerable paper coins that sprayed backward in a chaotic burst.

But His counterattack emerged simultaneously.

Those scattered paper coins suddenly converged—coalescing into a massive paper head that opened wide its maw and lunged to devour Xu Qing!

Countless threads of fate, too numerous to count, streamed from the paper figure’s head, weaving into a river of destiny that coiled around Xu Qing.

At this instant, the peak power of a Sovereign God erupted with cataclysmic force.

Yet Xu Qing’s face remained expressionless. His raised fist did not lower. Behind him, the void rippled—and from that emptiness stepped forth a second him.

Having devoured the Primordial Mother Star, Xu Qing’s cultivation had already reached the Sovereign God apex—and more… he now possessed two true bodies!

Like twin stars orbiting in silent harmony!

This second body emerged from the Black Star, manifesting abruptly, and likewise launched a punch!

It collided instantly with the oncoming paper head.

A shockwave capable of annihilating all existence exploded in that single moment—

Roaring devastation swept outward in every direction, carrying the force of utter extinction.

The entire painted world collapsed in an instant.

Celestial palaces and jade pavilions crumbled into ashen-gray dust, drifting away. The frozen sea of clouds evaporated. Stiffened immortal maidens and cranes peeled off like faded frescoes, flaking into nothingness.

The grandeur of death itself dissolved into a rapidly expanding void—a blankness devouring all.

As for De Luo Zi, his form trembled violently once more, disintegrating again into scattered spirit money, swirling backward in retreat.

And the billions of fate-threads entwining Xu Qing? They shattered like a spiderweb struck by a hammer—snapping, vanishing into oblivion beneath that single blow.

Then, White Star Xu Qing replaced Black Star, stepping forward without hesitation, his right fist descending once more with ruthless certainty!

But just then—disaster struck anew!

In the very instant the painted world collapsed entirely, it condensed into a single drop of ink—so thick it could not be diluted, saturated with ultimate decay and malice.

This ink did not attack Xu Qing. Instead, as if alive, it instantly enveloped one fragment among De Luo Zi’s scattered paper shards!

Seizing the final sliver of chaotic fissure born from the painted realm’s total annihilation and the collapse of its laws, it employed a bizarre, self-consuming escape technique—igniting its very essence, heedless of cost—and pierced through the void, vanishing without a trace!

Its speed surpassed perception itself.

Xu Qing’s punch struck empty air.

He narrowed his eyes, standing amid the absolute void left by the shattered painted world, his gaze icy as he stared toward where the ink droplet had disappeared.

There remained only the faintest trail—a mingling stench of rotting paper pulp and venomous ink.

Slowly, he withdrew his fist.

Yet the killing intent in his pupils had grown sharper, deeper, more refined than ever.

“How far,” he said calmly, his voice echoing through the void, cold enough to freeze marrow, “can you possibly run?”

Then he took a step forward, striding out of the annihilated remnants of the painted realm, his figure merging once more into the boundless void—silently, relentlessly pursuing that thread of decaying hatred, which though nearly faded, remained locked within his grasp.

This hunt was like a bone-burrowing maggot—relentless, unceasing, until death claimed one or both.

…

Time lost all meaning in this chase between Xu Qing and De Luo Zi.

Both could traverse time itself, slipping into different planes across divergent eras—not merely ascending timelines…

but descending ones as well.

Eventually, under Xu Qing’s repeated pursuits and assaults, De Luo Zi, facing utter peril, chose to divide.

He split into millions—perhaps countless—avatars, scattering across disparate times and spaces.

This was his survival tactic!

Each of his near-infinite avatars could serve as a true body; so long as even one endured, he would not die.

And given sufficient time, any single avatar could restore itself to the rank of Divine Sovereign.

Once restored, all other avatars would crumble to ash, leaving him singular once more.

Yet this method bore a flaw: while his avatars gained numerical and spatial advantage, none matched his original realm.

At his current level, deploying this technique reduced his avatars from Sovereign God tier down to True God.

Still, for De Luo Zi, it was now his only means of buying time!

Faced with this divine art, Xu Qing responded in kind—with division of his own!

His Dimension of Edicts had always been unified from multiplicity; now, he needed only to scatter it anew.

Yet like De Luo Zi’s technique, this too carried weakness: his divided forms could not retain his original realm—all were merely… Summer Immortals!

Thus, this hunt was no longer a duel across time and space—but an infinity chasing an infinity!

…

The Roaring Dominion.

The air hung thick with the stench of rust, coal dust, and cheap oil.

In the distance, colossal steam pipes coiled like iron serpents among skyscraping structures, hissing plumes of scalding vapor through the gaps.

The deafening clatter of interlocking gears merged into an eternal, roaring dirge.

This was a minor world—devoid of cultivators.

And now, a figure stood in the shadow of a suspended iron bridge within this steel city.

Black hair. Purple hair. Utterly discordant against the surrounding grime and filth.

It was Xu Qing.

His gaze pierced through billowing steam and spinning flywheels, fixing upon the heart of an immense difference engine.

There, billions of tiny copper gears meshed and whirled madly, calculating every breath of this iron metropolis.

On the edge of one such gear rested an almost imperceptible layer of white residue—thin as dust.

It turned with unnatural smoothness, bearing an eerie, uncanny grace beyond mere machinery.

Staring at that white trace, Xu Qing’s eyes flashed with frost. Like a weightless wraith, unseen by the world’s patrolling guards, he descended soundlessly from the bridge.

He alighted atop the massive casing of the precision engine, his fingers brushing the cold, polished metal—corroding a hole barely wide enough for a fingertip.

Then he drew forth a single drop of black oil, distilled from his own Edicts, and let it fall with pinpoint accuracy through the aperture.

“Hiss!”

An infinitesimal yet piercing shriek cut through the thunderous roar of steel.

The gear coated in white residue jerked to a halt!

That “dust” shuddered violently, trying to flee.

But the black oil, like a bone-burrowing maggot, instantly enveloped and seeped into it.

The white trace writhed within the darkness, like an insect trapped in resin—struggling, twisting—as the oil spread relentlessly inward. The gear’s rotation grew labored, grinding with agonized clicks.

Until at last, the ripples of resistance stilled completely. The gear ceased turning. No trace of white remained on its surface.

Only the faintest whisper of divine lamentation lingered—utterly swallowed by the cacophony of oil and steam.

Outside, Xu Qing withdrew his finger, and the metal along the edge of the aperture automatically sealed itself back to its original state.

He turned, vanishing into the billowing steam, leaving behind only the renewed, roaring thrum of the difference engine.

...

At the bottom of the abyss lay the Cemetery of Silence.

Absolute darkness and endless seawater shrouded everything in existence.

This was a forsaken chasm, suspended between the upper and lower realms.

Xu Qing hovered in the piercingly cold water, beneath his feet the decaying wreckage of a colossal ancient vessel.

Like the sunken skeleton of a gargantuan beast, it lay dormant upon the seabed.

Time seemed frozen here, punctuated only by the occasional flicker of pale-blue luminescent deep-sea creatures, which illuminated the warped, deformed wooden carvings and scattered vessels within the cabins.

Xu Qing’s gaze swept over the ruins as he stepped into the wreckage.

His objective lay within the captain’s quarters.

It was a half-rolled parchment nautical chart, forgotten upon the corner of an oak desk.

Yellowed with age and frayed at the edges, it appeared as ancient and deathly still as the shipwreck itself.

Yet in this gloomy cabin, the ink upon the parchment representing reefs and shipping lanes writhed in a deeply uncanny manner, like the veins of a living creature.

The very instant Xu Qing’s silhouette drew near, the parchment suddenly went still.

Then, it abruptly melted, as if attempting to flee!

But it was too late; Xu Qing’s right hand suddenly snapped upward in a fierce fling!

An iron skewer flew out in a flash, plunging into the rotting timber like a blunt instrument driven by immense force, violently impaling the half-rolled parchment chart and pinning it immovably to the thick oak planking of the bulkhead!

A contorted human face formed of ink instantly bulged from the paper’s surface, its mouth stretching soundlessly to its absolute limit, the lines composing the visage twisting and trembling frantically in an expression of ultimate agony and terror.

Meanwhile, the seawater, carrying Xu Qing’s unique constitutional law, seeped into the interior of the parchment in thin threads along the pierced rupture and the rusted crevices of the skewer’s tip.

The ink-formed face convulsed violently; the dots composing islands bled and blurred, and the lines denoting shipping lanes twisted and fractured like water-logged earthworms.

Finally, nothing remained but a chaotic, foul smudge of ink, dissolving sluggishly into the freezing seawater and merging into the eternal darkness.

Expressionless, Xu Qing turned and walked out of this silent coffin, leaving behind only the everlasting stillness of the deep sea.

...

Upon the celestial mountains amidst a sea of clouds, spiritual energy drifted ethereally.

A solitary peak, suspended high above tens of thousands of feet of cloud cover, was veiled year-round in a dense, shroud-like mist of spiritual aura.

Immortal cranes cried out clearly, rare flowers exhaled their fragrances, and jade palaces and jasper pavilions loomed indistinctly through the shifting fog.

This was a pristine sanctuary, a blessed grotto-heaven located within the lower planetary ring that countless cultivators dreamed of entering.

Now, beneath the clear sky and amid the heavenly winds, Xu Qing stood at the summit of the solitary peak.

His black robe whipped and rustled in the wind, and his long purple hair fluttered as if to eclipse this bright sky, standing in jarring contrast to the surrounding immortal aura.

He seemed like a demon.

His gaze cold, he pierced through the ethereal mist below, locking onto a Daoist temple situated within the blessed sanctuary.

Deep within that temple, inside a secluded cultivation chamber heavily fortified with restrictions, three Profundant Heaven Guardian True Talismans, shimmering with treasure-light and densely packed with runes, were enshrined.

The talisman paper was neither metal nor jade, faintly emanating a spiritual glow.

In the corner of one talisman, a minuscule rune bore a faint, spectral trace of gray ash along the edges of its brushstrokes.

What Xu Qing looked upon was precisely this talisman.

"You are growing better at hiding, actually concealing yourself within the rules, unerasable except by the laws of this realm."

The moment he locked onto it, Xu Qing stepped out from the solitary peak, the sea of clouds beneath his feet automatically surging and churning to support him as if he were walking on flat ground, crossing space in an instant to land outside the sealed jade doors of the temple chamber.

Ignoring the complex restrictions flowing across the doors, he stepped straight through the gate as if passing through a curtain of water.

Within the secret chamber, sandalwood incense drifted in curls, the spiritual energy so dense it had nearly liquefied.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Xu Qing raised his right index finger, a speck of spectral light dancing at the tip, as tiny as a needlepoint yet harboring a destructive aura that caused the spiritual energy of the entire chamber to become turbulent and recede.

With a flash, it did not attack the talisman itself, but instantly disrupted the invisible spiritual forcefield above the chamber, like a pebble tossed into a placid lake, agitating the laws that summoned lightning.

"Boom-crack!"

Without the slightest warning!

A column of blazing white thunder, as thick as a heavenly pillar, tore through the dome of the temple, bypassing all defensive restrictions, and struck down with the majestic, furious might of the heavens, landingly with absolute precision upon the Guardian True Talisman enshrined at the highest point!

To be precise, it struck the rune bearing the deathly pale, aberrant coloration.

Time seemed to freeze for a fraction of a second.

In the next instant, the talisman, previously overflowing with treasure-light, erupted violently with blinding white radiance!

Instantly blackened, carbonized, and disintegrated!

Countless burning, tiny fragments of paper, like a startled swarm of fire moths, flew wildly and scattered in all directions from the center of the explosion!

They flew and collided despairingly within the confined space of the secret chamber, attempting to flee this ultimate, unyielding lightning-fire of destruction.

Within the rising smoke, the face of Derozi loomed indistinctly, letting out a roar directed at Xu Qing through a grimace of agonized torment.

"Xu Qing, I curse you!"

Xu Qing watched coldly, observing the face dissipate until finally, all the fragments of the runes turned into black ash carrying sparks, drifting down to scatter upon the cold floor.

The dense aroma of sandalwood in the chamber was now completely replaced by a pungent stench of burning, leaving behind only the deathly silence and ruin that follows lightning and fire.

Xu Qing withdrew his finger, the spectral light at his tip extinguishing.

Without casting a single glance at the layer of black ash on the ground, he turned and vanished into the distorted air of the chamber.

Only then did the alarmed formation of the Daoist temple begin to ripple in a panicked frenzy, shattering the tranquility of the immortal mountain.

...

Eradication after eradication, annihilation after annihilation.

Some worlds surged with turbulence, while others remained tranquil.

Yet death was their sole commonality.

The fragmentation of Derozi, rather than buying Him time, had instead become the final conclusion of His ultimate destiny.

This was largely due to His own severely disadvantaged state, but it was also profoundly related to Xu Qing’s constitutional law.

To a certain extent, Xu Qing’s constitutional law was actually... the absolute counter to Derozi’s divine authority!

Thus, when three months had passed in the mortal realm, across this endless starry sky, a last scrap of paper—hidden within the cold shadow of a weathered rock inside a certain desolate small world—was touched by the black-and-white fire flicked from Xu Qing’s finger.

As this scrap of paper burned, curling silently, blackening, and ultimately dissolving entirely into a negligible wisp of green smoke...

Throughout the heavens and myriad worlds, across all dimensions that had ever been tainted by the white traces of the paper fragments, an ultimate, agonized shriek echoed through the void, layered a million times over, originating from the selfsame core of a single soul!

Contained within this ultimate shriek was the crushing torment suffered within the roaring kingdom, the viscous despair of being transfixed in the marine abyss, the terror of being annihilated by lightning in the blessed sanctuary...

As well as every variety of pain and horror endured during the obliteration across all other worlds!

Transforming into a lingering execution by a thousand cuts, immense and grand beyond the wildest stretches of the imagination!

And at this very moment, Xu Qing stood poised in the void where his foe's final avatar had been utterly annihilated, beneath his feet that entirely unremarkable piece of barren rock, and at his side nine burning lanterns of purple fire.

These were not formed from his earliest Eye of the Divine Lord, but were the Flame of Origin Tracing, forged from the clone of Deluo Zi during the relentless pursuit.

Within the firelight, the expression on Xu Qing's face remained utterly unchanged, as though the strike he had just delivered was nothing more than brushing away a speck of dust that had chanced upon the hem of his robe.

He merely lifted his eyelids slightly, yet within those unfathomably deep purple pupils, the frigid intent to kill had not faded; instead, it grew even more concentrated.

He could clearly "see" that, at the source of those million-fold overlapping shrieks of agony, in the deep recesses of the endless dimensional turbulence...

A hidden passage—no longer capable of perfect concealment due to the destruction of all avatars and the devastating, crushing blow dealt to the core consciousness—had finally manifested!

"Interesting..."

Xu Qing murmured, and with a wave of his hand, a bronze lantern materialized before him as he stepped forward into the expanse.

...

It was a hidden passage.

Feebly weak, having walked to the very end of his path, Deluo Zi transformed into a colossal face, hurtling frantically through this very corridor.

He was terrified.

Even as his realm plummeted, the turbulence wrought by the precipice of life and death forced him to feel the imminent approach of his demise.

"There is still hope!"

"This passage was one I left behind in the past when plotting against Wanggu, its far end leading to the future of the Houtu Star Ring. By escaping from there, I still have a chance to gain enough time!"

Deluo Zi accelerated further, and with his current realm of a True God, he arrived at the end of this passage in a mere flash of an instant.

There lay a mirror-like seal.

Through the seal, he could perceive the outside world, where a fat man stood with a face completely filled with terror.

Paying no heed to any of this, a golden gleam flashed in Deluo Zi’s eyes, and his massive face charged abruptly toward that mirror seal.

The moment he drew near, the mirror seal seemed unable to bear the weight, its light flashing brilliantly as a vast network of cracks ruptured across it.

And viewed from the opposite end, one could clearly see upon this mirror seal a colossal face rapidly bulging outward from beneath!

The mirror surface was like a membrane, and that protruding face seemed to embody endless malevolence, as though desperate to burst through the seal.

"Hope is right before my eyes!"

Within the passage, Deluo Zi roared low, approaching with all his might.

To him, this seal was as flimsy as paper, easily shattered, so what he needed to prepare for was to coalesce his remaining power to flee with everything he had the very instant he burst out.

Yet just as he was about to touch the seal... outside that very barrier, right before that terror-stricken fat man, a vortex of starlight abruptly manifested.

And from within the vortex, a finger composed entirely of starlight suddenly thrust outward!

It descended directly upon the seal!

As it fell, an aura belonging to a Summer Immortal, as if supplanting the heavenly will of that entire world, crashed down in a resounding boom.

It pressed firmly against the center of the face's brow!

Deluo Zi’s entire body shuddered violently, his roars twisting into agonizing shrieks, his own aura crumbling completely at this very moment.

"A Summer Immortal! How could there happen to be a Summer Immortal there! And this person is no ordinary immortal..."

Deluo Zi coughed up divine blood, his face instantly shriveling and withering away as he attempted to struggle, but given his current realm beneath that finger, all efforts were in vain!

Enduring for a mere three breaths of time, he was violently blown backward, thoroughly blocked before the seal.

Just as he braced himself to gather his strength and try once more, in the next instant... a chill that froze his entire body and made his very soul tremble approached silently from behind.

It became a hand, which gripped... directly onto his head!

"Found you."

Deluo Zi's soul roared as it was directly invaded by the Dimension of Constitutional Law, enveloping the seal.

Meanwhile, the silhouette of Xu Qing materialized within the passage.

He held Deluo Zi aloft with one hand, nine purple fire lanterns floating outside his body, as he gazed toward the mirror seal Deluo Zi had just been so desperate to breach.

Under the external power of the starlight, the cracks upon this mirror seal were healing at a pace visible to the naked eye.

Beholding this mirror seal, Xu Qing narrowed his eyes and walked forward.

As he drew closer, the mirror seal shuddered violently, setting off intense ripples, as though Xu Qing merely walking forward at a leisurely pace was already pushing this seal to its absolute limit.

And outside the seal, the finger protruding from the vortex had originally begun to dissipate slowly, as if everything were drawing to a close.

Yet in the next instant, the starlight within the vortex suddenly froze, and an unprecedented sense of solemnity coalesced within it with a resounding boom, subsequently transforming into a pair of frigid eyes.

"Halt!"

A faint voice diffused from within the vortex, passing through the seal.

Hearing this, Xu Qing paused at the edge of the seal, raising his head to look through it at the world outside.

His gaze first swept over the fat man, then settled upon the starlight eyes within the vortex before the man.

With this single glance, he beheld a white-haired cultivator, an ocean of murderous intent emanating from his entire form, his cultivation level having reached none other than a Summer Immortal!

"Interesting. I pursued and hunted Deluo Zi for three months, slaying a million of his avatars, yet I never imagined his true self would have secretly arranged a passage leading to the outer domains here at some unknown time!"

"What is even more interesting is that here... I have actually encountered a fellow Daoist who gives me the impression of being of the same kind!"

Xu Qing spoke calmly, then turned around, carrying Deluo Zi in his hand as he walked away step by step; he did not force his way through, for that was not his world.

However, after a few paces, his voice drifted back.

"My surname is Xu."

"My surname is Wang."

From the mirror seal, the voice from the outside world echoed back.