Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 457 - 412: A Ray of Hope

Wu Hen was stunned.

He lifted his gaze, observing the imitation of the Scroll Realm…

Suddenly, he noticed a major difference in this world compared to the Scroll Realm; the sky harbored a Chaos Moon!

Bai Ze, at this moment, was also fixated on the Chaos Moon, which was inching closer and closer, approaching the dragged-in Wu Hen and Bai Ze.

"You know, in the Scroll Realm, there are no sun and moon, but originally, at the creation of the Scroll Realm, there were. The Divine Officer representing the moon was this guy in front of us!" Bai Ze's voice changed, no longer calm and casual but filled with glimpses of dread and fear!

Wu Hen's heart similarly surged with intense emotions!

Because of the moon's existence, seasons occurred, and with a gentle moon, the wind was mild, rain timely, and the people were well. But with an indifferent moon, disasters arose, and the people suffered greatly!

That is to say, the current Chaos Moon was the ninth Divine Officer of the Scroll Realm; however, it had become corrupted and lost, turning from a Moon Department into a Disaster Master, managing all the Extreme Disaster Totems across the heavens!

Since there are auspicious divine beasts, there must also be ill-omened demonic creatures.

Wu Hen suddenly understood why the Extreme Disaster Totems were so rampant in this world.

It appeared that the Disaster Master had been suppressed here, with all formerly fallen, demoted beings—ancient beasts seen as catastrophes, omens, plagues—lurking here!

"If this guy is on the same level as the eight Divine Officers of the Scroll Realm, even if I call upon Little Yi, I might only be able to pen down my last words!" Wu Hen was sweating profusely.

Relying on Little Yi, Wu Hen felt he could freely adventure, and even if he accidentally provoked some super predator from the otherworldly areas, he could eliminate it with Sword Descend, aiding Little Yi's evolution.

However, confronting the Female and Male Dragon and the Divine Officers of the Scroll Realm, such high-dimensional gods were beyond Little Yi's current ability to defeat.

Wu Hen started to regret.

He regretted hesitating when dealing with Leng Shu; he should have drawn his sword and eliminated all opponents instantly, then seized the Thunder God Qilin Soul and quickly fled from this terrifying place.

"Don't panic yet!" Bai Ze tried to comfort Wu Hen, but after scouring all his knowledge, Bai Ze found himself at a loss for words to stabilize morale, and his voice grew smaller, "If we are to die, we should die with dignity, composed and elegant."

Wu Hen wished he could throw Bai Ze out there to delay the Chaos Moon while he found time to escape.

Where was the Death Omen Law?

Why wasn't the Death Omen Law reacting?

He had acquired such divine law, yet why did it fail at the crucial moment without any warning?

Or did the Disaster Master's power greatly surpass his own power, placing his law beyond the reach of the Death Omen to observe such high-dimensional divine presence?

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It turned out the Death Omen Law wasn't omnipotent after all; it could be overwhelmed!

Having courted death too boldly, Wu Hen took a few deep breaths, trying to savor the last few minutes alive in this world.

He slowly stretched out his right hand; ready or not, he had to fight this Disaster Master. What if a miracle happened?

"Have you come here to 'Soul Cast'?"

Suddenly, the Chaos Moon emitted a mental sound.

Its tone, indistinguishable between male and female, exuded calm authority.

Wu Hen nodded, a glint of hope flickering in his eyes, sensing the opponent's intent to kill wasn't that strong; perhaps there was a chance to negotiate.

Moreover, such a powerful being suppressed in a mysterious prison, upon meeting someone as dignified as himself, usually, after some pretentious chatter, they'd hope he'd lead them out and become a powerful ally, ultimately reigning over all the Otherworldly Desolate Dust…

"Oh…"

"Either defeat me."

"Or vanish into ashes!"

The Chaos Moon conveyed this thought again.

Wu Hen's pupils dilated!

You, the Disaster Master, imprisoned here for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, don't you yearn for the outside world??

I neither wish to die nor defeat you.

"Wait a moment, wait a moment. I have been to the Scroll Realm, and I find this Ancient Stele Mountains and Rivers Realm you created remarkably dazzling and beautiful, resembling a complete, orderly, and spirited real world. Moreover, this moon you've created is the finishing touch, giving all things something to rely on and anticipate…" Wu Hen hurriedly used all the praise he could muster.

At this moment, the Chaos Moon regarded Wu Hen with indifferent, chilling eyes.

"You've managed to survive well amidst the Extreme Disaster; I need such a tenacious life to add a dynamic beauty to my world. Since you like it, stay!" The Chaos Moon sent this thought again.

"No, no, no, I didn't plan to stay… What I mean is, you've created a beautiful world, yet it slightly lacks in understanding how all creatures dwell; it's akin to a great painter or writer who needs to travel everywhere to experience the diversity and uniqueness of life. If you want to create a more perfect Scroll Realm, I suggest you accompany me across the Different Dimensions to appreciate and comprehend the True Mystery. It's perfect as I need to 'Soul Cast,' and you are the strongest Totem. Wouldn't it be better if we joined hands?" Wu Hen spoke.

Bai Ze, standing beside, also widened his amber-like pupils.

Do you think the Disaster Master is some college student from your place, lured by a simple drawing?

"Good!"

Soon, the Disaster Master gave a clear reply.

Just when Wu Hen himself felt like he was dreaming, Disaster conveyed another thought.

"Defeat me, and I shall be your Soul Casting!"

The Chaos Moon hung high above the exquisitely lifelike Mountain and River Realm, its cold light cast frostily down, making both Wu Hen and Bai Ze shudder without the cold!

"Don't, I can't beat you!!" Wu Hen couldn't help but both cry and laugh.

This Disaster, why is it so stubborn?

"You haven't used your full strength, how do you know you can't defeat me?" the Chaos Moon challenged.

"Lord Disaster, as a high-dimensional God, please don't bully a human like me who has just barely stepped into the threshold of high-dimensional life. If you don't want to become my Soul Casting, just let me go. I'll find any Totem outside and get out of your way without disturbing your creation and cultivation," Wu Hen had no will to fight.

"I have already fallen, only a persistent obsession and a shell of the Moon remains in this world. In my prime, you naturally wouldn't be my match, but now, you have a sliver of chance," the Chaos Moon conveyed this thought.

"One in ten thousand also counts as a sliver of chance?" Bai Ze couldn't help but remark from the sidelines.

Upon hearing Bai Ze's assessment, Wu Hen's face looked even worse.

A one in ten thousand chance of winning, might as well play for skins!

"I won't kill you. You can challenge me repeatedly until you defeat me," the Chaos Moon conveyed.

"In that case, why don't you suppress your cultivation, suppress it to my realm?" Wu Hen suggested.

"Time flows extremely slowly here. I give you ten thousand years. If you can defeat me within ten thousand years, I will become your Soul Casting. If you can't do it after ten thousand years, then you shall reside here permanently, becoming the first life form of this world," the Chaos Moon said.

This statement from Disaster was truly with a creator's grandeur, which made Wu Hen, who had just started to explore the higher dimensions of this world, feel a chill run up his scalp!

What kind of joke is that??

Ten thousand years...

What's the difference between that and just going native here?

What you want, dynamic landscapes, is just watching an ant like me try hard to jump in your sandbox, but never being able to shatter the tempered glass?

Doesn't this do the same thing as the high-dimensional insects originally did when creating Human Circle!

"You escaped the ordeal from the eight Divine Officers in the Scroll Realm, every part of it has to be retaken here," Bai Ze whispered softly.

When Wu Hen heard this, he was even more frustrated!!

So the reason he could come and go so freely from the Scroll Realm originally was purely because the eight Divine Officers had already calculated that he had another calamity to face.

What kinds of Divine Power Laws does Disaster master?

He might bring all eight cosmic disasters upon him!

"It's okay, ten thousand years here might just be a month or so outside. According to the fantastical ideas of you humans, isn't this truly a perfect place for cultivation? Hang in there, you can do it!" Bai Ze said with a yawn.

It was a Divine Beast that went with the flow, well-spirited, and for it, finding a beautiful place to sleep for ten thousand years wasn't a big deal.

Ten thousand years!

How time passed outside, that was another matter. He himself genuinely had to endure torture here for ten thousand years.

The problema is, after ten thousand years, he didn't know how many times his thoughts would have been renewed iteration after iteration. Would the Wu Hen of ten thousand years still be the same Wu Hen now, imprisoning himself for ten thousand years was no different from directly annihilating his own soul and will, even more cruel because it was like killing himself in each stage of time, until he either completely lost himself or became a mere fighting machine devoid of all emotions!

His sincere heart, the affection he held, his passion and curiosity about the splendid world, all would be utterly extinguished!

"Little Yi, we can't stay here for ten thousand years."

"From a month at the least, to three years at the most, we must defeat it no matter what!"

Wu Hen knew he had no other choice.

The stance given by the Chaos Moon was clear, he must use his own strength to defeat it.

There were no shortcuts!

Wu Hen also realized, Bai Ze's words held a deeper meaning.

The eight Divine Officers hadn't troubled him before, letting him leave the Scroll Realm easily, most likely because they knew he would eventually meet their corrupted old friend Disaster...

Disaster knew even more comprehensively.

There was no need for the eight Divine Officers to individually toughen up Wu Hen.

"Hum~~~~~~~~"

Inside his body, Electric Thunder burst forth like sprouting buds, their resplendent interweaving formed an infinite Divine Throne. From within the Divine Throne, a Black Divine Sword emerged, its formed Black Void Domain enveloping Wu Hen, capable of swallowing the entire Mountain and River Realm!

On one side was the magnificent, radiant mythic mountains and rivers, on the other side, was the endlessly dark solitary sword.

Wu Hen also realized there was no point in negotiating, and he extended his hand, grasping the Black Divine Death Sword!

This was his first honest battle against the God of Otherworldly Desert Dust, it was rare to see Little Yi show such fervent emotions!!