A World Worth Protecting Chapter 1318 - the azure-robed woman

Chapter 1318: Chapter 1318, the azure-robed woman

Translator: 549690339 

At the same time, w.a.n.g Baole, who was sitting cross-legged on the second level of the world’s mountain, seemed to notice something. He raised his head and looked into the sky, his eyes narrowing slightly.

In that instant just now, he had a faint feeling that he had been swept by a divine thought. However, that divine thought lacked intelligence. It was very mechanical, as if it was only used to detect the laws of the outside world.

As for w.a.n.g Baole, both inside and outside of his body, he was filled with the laws of joy. A few months had already allowed him to completely hide the laws of the outside world inside his body.

This had a lot to do with the fifth step of his cultivation. As he could use all ten thousand daos, he was able to control the details to the extreme. That was why he was able to perfectly hide it.

If it was the fourth step, as it was only the source of one dao, the implications were too deep. It wouldn’t be able to hide it completely like w.a.n.g Baole.

The water in the Origin Universe Dao s.p.a.ce is very deep… w.a.n.g baole retracted his gaze from the sky and closed his eyes. He continued to meditate, causing the dao seed of happiness in his body to emit countless tentacles and grow stronger in his body.

Time pa.s.sed slowly. Soon, another three months had pa.s.sed. w.a.n.g Baole’s rules of the Dao of happiness had reached a more complete level. At the same time, he felt the kindness of the villagers at the foot of the mountain, it seemed like those who cultivated the Dao of happiness were mostly kind-hearted. This was related to the origin of the rules.

w.a.n.g Baole agreed with this kind of kindness.

However… it was clear that in the origin universe dao s.p.a.ce, the quality of kindness was not the main theme. It was like a torch that appeared in the dark night. If one could not suppress the darkness, the final outcome would be that one would be treated as a deviant, it would be extinguished in the darkness.

This was the case for the branch village of the branch of the joyous faction. A few days later, one night, w.a.n.g Baole, who was sitting cross-legged on the mountaintop, suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance at the mountain range.

What he saw was a dense ma.s.s of darkness. There did not seem to be anything out of the ordinary. He could only use the faint moonlight to see the black shadows formed by the gra.s.s and trees. However… it was too quiet.

Perhaps it was this silence that caused w.a.n.g Baole to hear the faint sound of a strange opera.

“Never to return to the afterlife…”

“My back is always there…”

It was the voice of a woman. There was a hidden bitterness, a sense of strangeness, and a sense of oppression. It seemed to contain a mournful unwillingness and a roar, but it could not be released.

When it entered w.a.n.g Baole’s ears, w.a.n.g Baole’s entire body shook violently. It was as if his heart was being held by an invisible pair of hands. It was slowly being squeezed, as if it was about to be crushed and torn apart the blood vessels that were connected to it, it was as if it was being pulled out of his body.

In that instant, the pitch-black mountain range in front of w.a.n.g Baole’s eyes suddenly became translucent. The weak moonlight seemed to be able to penetrate and make the world.., it seemed to become much clearer than before.

With the help of this clarity, he could see… a woman dressed in a long green dress with black hair draped over her shoulders. She had her head lowered as she walked over from the mountain range. Her figure was very tall, and it was level with the mountain range. Drops of blood could be seen, they fell slowly on her face, which was covered by her black hair.

Hundreds of blurry figures floated around her. These figures sometimes turned into music, sometimes reverting to their human forms. Together with the woman, they walked slowly towards the village at the foot of the mountain where w.a.n.g Baole was located.

The singing became clearer.

“I’ve caused my lovesickness and stirred up dust…”

“Who’s waiting for who to come back…”

Wherever they pa.s.sed, the translucent mountain was dyed red by the blood that dripped down. All the vegetation was withering. The hatred in the voice was even stronger, and the forlorn thoughts that were repressed seemed to have reached its peak and were about to erupt.

w.a.n.g Baole’s mind rumbled once again, and the joy in his body dissipated instantly. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the woman in green walking over from afar. Based on his understanding of the world, he didn’t need to guess to know her background.

She was the cultivator from desire city. However, it was clear that her appearance this time was on a completely different level from what he had encountered in the red fog. The latter was only a short note, not a complete piece of music.

However, what appeared now was not only a complete piece of music, but also lyrics.

It could even affect his mind. It was clear that the green-dressed woman must be a mighty figure from desire city.

Is she here to find me? Or is she here to destroy the branch of happiness at the foot of the mountain? A cold glint flashed in w.a.n.g Baole’s eyes, the cultivators from the branch of happiness at the foot of the mountain where he was were all jolted awake. Waves of joy, accompanied by joy, filled the air. It was as if the darkness had been suppressed, but the flames were unwilling to be extinguished, they were barely holding on.

As the joy spread out, a teleportation portal appeared. It continued to open, and a soft screen of light rose up from the edge of the crater to form a s.h.i.+eld.

As the branch of the branch of happiness, it was weak, but had been hunted down for years. Naturally, it had some life-saving techniques. The teleportation portal, which relied on the joy, was one of them.

When the screens of light connected together to form a complete s.h.i.+eld, the teleportation would begin.

However, it was clear that the people who had come to listen to the song of Desire City were far too powerful. The strange and venomous singing of the song affected the minds of everyone in the village, causing the hearts of all the cultivators from the division of happiness to feel as if their hearts were being grabbed, their faces were pale, and their life force was rapidly draining away, as if they were about to wither.

This caused their laws of joy to be affected. The activation of the teleportation spell could not be completed in an instant, and the ripples of the song began to distort. The rising screen of light.., showed signs of collapsing.

w.a.n.g baole sighed softly. He had lived here for half a year. Since he recognized the village, he had no reason to stand idly by, regardless of whether the other party had come looking for him or if their target was the village.

The instant the teleportation screen in the village distorted, w.a.n.g Baole looked at the green-dressed woman who was walking slowly towards him from afar. A smile appeared on his face. Almost at the instant his smile appeared, the law of happiness exploded on him, it formed an invisible wave of emotions that spread out in all directions.

Wherever it pa.s.sed, the withered gra.s.s and trees seemed to regain their vitality. The mountain range that had been dyed red with blood also seemed to have been washed away, revealing its true colors. Even the semi-transparent world was forcibly restored at that moment.

As for the green-robed woman, she suddenly stopped in her tracks. Seven or eight of the singers floating around her couldn’t help but smile, and their music was interrupted, as soon as the smile appeared on their faces… They were destroyed in body and soul.

She took advantage of that moment to complete the connection between the village’s s.h.i.+eld and the teleportation portal. As the cultivators from the branch of happiness left, the green-robed woman stopped in her tracks, she slowly looked up.

Under the moonlight, a face could be seen in the gaps between her black hair. That face… was bleeding from all seven orifices, and there was also a deep black bruise on her neck.

Her eyes were deep, and it was almost as if she could see a young woman dancing gracefully like an opera singer, singing an even more depressing and venomous tune.

“The night rain turns on the autumn lantern..

“Illuminating the empty stage..

“What should have come, does not come..

“What should have been, is not…”