Published: March 2, 2025
Wen Yu was certain that within Treasure Land No. 444, there was something that Bai wanted to obtain. However, as the number one guardian, everything about Bai was controlled by the sovereign. For Bai, the number one guardian was both a protective talisman and a shackle, binding him from acting freely and independently.
This led to Bai's "targeting" of Wen Yu five years ago. He had kicked himself off the throne of the Beijing chief commander and manipulated the sovereign to change his compensation. Everything was for this moment. He wanted to step into Treasure Land No. 444 and retrieve something from it—more simply put, Bai wanted to use Wen Yu.
However, whether he used him or not, Wen Yu truly didn’t care—so long as the outcome was a win-win situation or he gained an advantage, then he would gladly welcome more opportunities for Bai to use him.
He was merely contemplating the risks involved.
With that thought, Wen Yu glanced at Bai. From Bai's eyes, Wen Yu saw only honesty and clarity.
Bai had deceived himself… but if he followed the logic from earlier, Bai indeed had not harmed him— even when Bai had kicked him off the throne of the Beijing chief commander five years ago, it was merely collateral damage. His original intention was never to harm Wen Yu or wish for him to meet a dire fate.
Although this line of thinking somewhat exonerated Bai, the two had cooperated many times, and every time, Wen Yu had gained considerable benefits, but Bai hadn’t lost out either. If one were to say their collaboration was pleasant, then Wen Yu and Bai's partnership had always been the most enjoyable…
Then…
With that thought in mind, Wen Yu turned to the spatial rift ahead.
Inside, the Purple Mist rolled and clawed, with bizarre soul energy swirling and unleashing bolts of lightning. For an ordinary peak level 9 professional, this would be a certain finishing move, yet it couldn’t even break through Wen Yu’s skin.
Moreover, there were also soul attacks hidden within…
However, when it came to soul attacks, Wen Yu was even less afraid—his greatest strength lay in his soul intensity!
After a brief contemplation, Wen Yu patted his backside, stood up, and walked toward the spatial rift.
“Wait.”
Just as Wen Yu was about to step in, Bai spoke up again from behind.
“Have your other seven avatars ready, and make sure this avatar is prepared to defend against soul-level attacks. The guy inside might not have a good temper at first.”
Hearing Bai's warning, Wen Yu smiled. He gently patted Bai’s shoulder but said nothing, merely turning and stepping into the rift.
As soon as he stepped out, the light and shadow before him instantly changed!
…
The purple mist surged and enveloped Wen Yu the moment he entered the rift.
This mist was pervasive, flooding into Wen Yu's body through every pore, and no matter how much energy Wen Yu mobilized to create a defensive barrier, he couldn’t block the purple mist even a little.
After taking just three steps, Wen Yu halted…
The purple mist had already entered his body, and this left no room for him to be careless.
However, after briefly "tasting" the purple mist that had entered his body, Wen Yu suddenly smiled.
He didn’t know what kind of energy the mist was composed of, but this seemingly bizarre purple mist didn’t affect him in the slightest—it entered his body and vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.
Yet, Wen Yu felt a strange premonition—this purple mist wasn’t disappearing; rather, it was completely merging with his body.
Not only did it not cause him any interference or obstruction, but it felt more like a great supplement to his soul power, or one could say it was a kind of nourishment!
To be cautious, Wen Yu didn’t inhale the purple mist deeply. He suddenly turned around to look behind him, seemingly checking his escape route.
However, to his eyes, the entrance of the previous spatial rift had already disappeared without a trace.
…
Outside, Bai watched as Wen Yu entered Treasure Land No. 444, his gaze fixed on Wen Yu's back without blinking.