Mutated Tao

Zuoqiu Yong’s massive body lay beneath the sky of the Tianchen Kingdom.

Li Huowang saw her struggling to get up with her mountain-like body. As the holes in her body squirmed, she lost control and crashed onto the ground again.

Are they Shai Zi’s backers? Are the weird things another Siming? What kind of Heavenly Dao is it controlling? How is it that strong?

Li Huowang’s shock deepened as he witnessed Zuoqiu Yong’s intense struggle. Though he didn’t fully grasp what was happening, one thing was clear: the incredibly tough Siming who governed the Heavenly Dao of Growth—Zuoqiu Yong—was being thoroughly suppressed by the enemy!

The beings that fell from the hole in the sky were incomparably stronger than Zuoqiu Yong.

“Qing Wanglai! This isn’t a coincidence!” Li Huowang shouted urgently. “Fu Shengtian’s Simings already had a backup plan!

“They immediately sprung their backup plan the moment their spy died! Don’t think that you are smarter than them! Since we can enter their elephant, they can enter ours too! Prepare yourselves for their counterattack!”

Li Huowang prepared to fight back. He didn’t know what those things were, but since he had completed his cultivation of the “Truth,” they should be powerless in front of him as long as they had a physical body.

Closing his eyes, he raised his arms to seal the gaping hole in the sky. But before he could act, a raspy, ancient voice interrupted him.

Li Huowang turned to his left and saw an old beggar. The beggar was holding a broken wooden bowl and standing with a cane.

The beggar, with a broken left leg, hobbled toward Li Huowang. His clothes, seemingly never changed before, were so small that they barely covered his body and appeared to be made from various rags.

The beggar’s dirty face was covered in wrinkles. He looked just like the beggars in Shangjing, but Li Huowang knew that the man was no regular beggar.

Zuoqiu Yong was the Siming who controlled the Heavenly Dao of Growth. How could a regular beggar be unaffected by the abnormal growths despite standing on the Siming itself?

The beggar’s eyes suddenly bulged, revealing several iridescent flesh worms inside. Li Huowang was more than sure that the beggar was another Siming from Fu Shengtian’s side.

Aside from the weird things in the holes, the beggar was the second Siming.

Li Huowang looked at the holes in Zuoqiu Yong’s body and then at the beggar. “Did Fu Shengtian only send the two of you?”

Li Huowang remained cautious, unsure of the techniques or Heavenly Dao possessed by the old beggar.

To be able to defeat Zuoqiu Yong was no simple feat. Li Huowang knew that the Heavenly Daos from Fu Shengtian’s world were unique, so he really didn’t know what kind of Heavenly Dao the beggar had.

Even after mastering his cultivation, Li Huowang couldn’t help but believe that he wasn’t entirely safe.

“Don’t worry. We’re here.”

Li Huowang relaxed a bit after hearing the words of Zhao Shuangdian and the others.

The old beggar took a deep breath. Li Huowang could hear the gurgling of heavy phlegm coming from the beggar. “Two is enough.”

The beggar reached into his clothes, indicating that he would attack.

Li Huowang could not let him move, so he immediately tried to turn the old beggar’s body into mush. The old beggar’s body quickly dissolved into mush and died.

However, that did not stop the old beggar. Despite his head being reduced to mush, his body continued moving, flinging the object hidden in his clothing toward Li Howang.

Li Huowang shielded his face with his right palm and took several steps back.

But there was nothing—no overflowing Heavenly Dao, and no destruction of heaven or earth. The enemy’s attack had been much lighter than he had thought.

The old beggar’s rotten arm finally fell off. The item inside his palm rolled towards Li Huowang.

“This is…”

“Don’t look!” an unknown voice said. However, it was too late. Li Huowang had seen it.

The attack wasn’t deadly, and there was no danger. The item was a simple red button regularly seen on female coats.

“A… button?” Li Huowang murmured, looking at it in disbelief. Something about it tugged at him. It was as if the button had a deadly, mesmerizing effect.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Xuan Pin arrived, gripping the spine sword, with the others close behind. They all paused at the strange sight before them.

Li Huowang couldn’t hear their voices. His attention remained fixed on the button. The superimposed images around him started to waver.

He bent down and picked up the button. “Wait, I recognize this. This is the button on my mother’s blouse. She liked the blouse a lot.”

His pupils constricted. Slowly, he raised his head to look at the hole in the sky.

It all came flooding back.

When he was at the Benevolent Nunnery, he had deliberately hidden the button to distinguish the real world from the false one. But when he returned, the button was gone, convincing him the other world was an illusion.

“Wait… If I actually brought this button over, does that mean the other world is real too? Wait, which world? Which world am I talking about?”

Various thoughts exploded in his mind as the stream of information surged into his brain.

He remembered everything. Yi Donglai had hypnotized him to forget everything in the past, but he finally remembered everything!

“I’m not someone from here! I transmigrated from the other world!”Nôv(el)B\\jnn

A sharp, unbearable pain erupted in his skull as something snapped. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his head.

When he opened his eyes again, he realized that his cultivation had fallen from the seventh stage to the sixth stage. The changes around him had disappeared.

“No! I cannot regress now! Fu Shengtian’s Simings are just beside me! I can’t win against them if I’m not at the seventh stage!”