Otherworldly Desert Dust

Chapter 246 - 202: Precise Matching of Hosts

The only way to escape Red Port was to roam further as an Awakener.

Before the development of regional technology, most humans randomly appeared on the bodies of the Lost Ones in Otherworldly Dust. The only way for them to be ferried back to the Nuwa Divine Realm was to find pure Yuan You.

It wasn’t impossible for Wu Hen to awaken near the Red Palace Battlefield.@@@@

But there was also the risk of accidentally waking up tens of thousands of miles away.

This is why Shen Wenhai thought Wu Hen was too radical.

But for the time being, they couldn’t think of a better method.

...

After resting for a while, Wu Hen finally decided to head to the grand battlefield to contest for Yuan You.

Hopefully, Nuwa would bless him to awaken in an unrivaled, supremely powerful prodigy, allowing Wu Hen to slap the self-proclaimed sovereign Purple Emperor Butterfly with the brightest smile!

Pretending to be a smart mainframe? Isn’t it just a high-energy power bank?

"This is the latest Virtual Pupil Liquid with regional limitation, but it might take some time to match," Shen Wenhai handed a delicate box to Wu Hen.

Wu Hen opened the box and discovered that it no longer contained the virtual iris, but a small transparent bottle resembling eye drops instead.

Following Shen Wenhai’s instructions, Wu Hen applied the virtual liquid onto his pupils. The liquid contained a powerful anesthetic that could enter the brain through the optic nerves...

He merely blinked lightly, and an overwhelming drowsiness enveloped him.

When he closed his eyes again, Wu Hen felt as though he was drawn into a vortex of dreams. Thoughts he had before and everything happening around rapidly disappeared, replaced only by waves of blood-red dreamscapes assaulting his mind.

A blood-red battlefield littered with severed limbs and body parts.

The blood of humans and the plasma of the Insect Race smeared on the ground, while towering mountains moved around and endless black tides ceaselessly crashed. Wu Hen felt like a Wandering Soul on the battlefield, able to see these horrific scenes but unable to grasp what was actually happening clearly.

...

Underneath the silver-crested sticky mountains, six black-clad ancient swordsmen wearing round straw hats were struggling with a tyrant tiger armor.

"Keep the lady safe!"

"Fan Chen, if you can’t even hold a sword, you might as well slit your own throat. Don’t spread your cowardice and fear to us, who are fighting desperately!" one of the black-clad swordsmen said coldly, his voice carrying a profound disdain.

"Focus on the enemy." Among the black-clad swordsmen was a silver-garbed woman. Read latest chapters on novelhall.Côm

Her skin was as pure as holy snow, her eyes as blue as rivers, and her long black hair nearly reached her hips. As she wielded the Ice Feather Sword in her hand, her hair also fluttered about, displaying both grace and formidable swordsmanship!

Next to the woman’s exquisite feet, there was a man clinging to his head in fright.

The man had black hair and a pale face, wearing an extremely elaborate jade crown. His special long robe seemed endowed with a certain Xuan Power, allowing him to appear almost translucent, a ghostly shadow in the chaotic battlefield...

However, this opulent outfit filled with Yinji Xuan Power seemed to be on the verge of failure. The jade crowned man’s already pale face turned even greener, his eyelids tightly shut as if not seeing would make everything vanish. Yet his eyeballs were already frantically rolling, ready to flee at any moment.

While dealing with a vast number of Red Zhes, the silken-haired and silver-robed woman occasionally needed to glance at the useless man at her feet, gradually showing signs of weakness.

Suddenly, a tyrant tiger armor dived from the sky, transforming into a small burning sun, and charged straight at the silken-haired and silver-robed woman!

The woman’s gaze rose, seeing a vast fiery sea, knowing she was powerless to resist, she relaxed completely.

She glanced at the man by her feet, a flicker of misery and helplessness flashed in her eyes.

Liu Mengying couldn’t understand why her fate was tied to such a cowardly man to the utmost, just because her death was matched by her ignorant parents in this post-mortem marriage.

Being born was unlucky enough, yet even as a woman of the underworld, she was still bound by an unbreakable contract.

Just as Liu Mengying resigned to her fate, she suddenly saw a pair of dark brown eyes. These eyes were clear and resolute, even exuding a strong murderous intent. Just when Liu Mengying thought she was destined to die, she saw the coward firmly grasp the sword from the ground, slashing at the diving tyrant tiger armor!

The stroke of the sword, like a dragon soaring through the sky, actually repelled the tyrant tiger armor that was like a small sun!