Just this one sentence had already revealed too much.

Xie Buchen had originally suspected his identity, and had just been attacked by that powerful force. Even though at this moment, this so-called “Yingwei” was wearing an unfamiliar skin, how could he possibly not guess?

Especially when, facing Jian Chou, he spoke such words.

This vast nation of ruins appeared so empty, with people standing here as small as ants, yet it also seemed like standing in a wilderness.

The demon blood on Yixiantian’s blade gleamed brightly in the skylight.

Jian Chou looked back at him, able to see the scars hidden in his eyes, as well as the intense incomprehension, just like when he had cut out that heart in front of her years ago.

She knew he wanted an answer.

But she ultimately didn’t answer, and the sword blocking in front of Xie Buchen didn’t move away even a fraction.

Fu Chaosheng’s heart gradually grew cold.

He wanted to stand in this place a while longer, thinking that perhaps the next moment, he would hear the answer he wanted.

But after a long silence, the world remained utterly quiet.

So he suddenly laughed abruptly, probably because this disappointment was nearly like giving up hope, instead suppressing into a kind of mad calm.

He didn’t say another word, nor did he continue to have any intention of attacking Xie Buchen.

He retreated a few steps and turned to leave.

His figure flickered and disappeared into the void.

Fu Chaosheng rushed through the wind, as if only this cold wind hitting his face could extinguish the flames in his heart and freeze the sudden wound that had opened in his heart.

The enormous and ancient ruined world flew past beneath his feet.

He tightly gripped a bundle of purple light like orchid buds in his hand, instantly breaking through the illusion, actually wanting to rush directly out of this dream kingdom, heading toward the starting point or end of that desolate domain!

Behind him, the dream kingdom remained.

Jian Chou slowly lowered her sword.

Xie Buchen stood behind her, raising his hand to cover his lips and coughing once. Blood stained his fingers and lips, his face becoming much paler, but his eyes were filled with cold concentration as he asked Jian Chou: “He seems to have misunderstood your purpose. Won’t you chase after him to explain?”

It seemed Xie Buchen had also seen through that “Yingwei’s” identity.

Jian Chou returned her sword to its sheath, only turning her head to look at him, saying: “Fellow Daoist Xie seems quite clear about my purpose.”

“Drawing your sword to save me, how could you be so kind?” Xie Buchen smiled, but his eyes had gained some gloom, and that bit of surface politeness between him and Jian Chou vanished in the coldness of mutual calculation. “All windfalls that fall from the sky hide enormous costs behind them. You understand this, and I understand it too.”

In the end, he was still that Xie Buchen.

Jian Chou really couldn’t help but admire him.

Even at this point, his mind was still so clear.

She didn’t deny having ulterior motives, because whether she admitted or denied it, it wouldn’t dispel Xie Buchen’s suspicions, and having reached this point, all schemes and overt plans had become unimportant.

What remained was only the result.

Jian Chou turned around and said: “We are trapped in this situation, there must be someone scheming behind the scenes. We should first escape this realm, then make plans.”

But Xie Buchen stood in place without moving a step, only looking at her back and suddenly asking: “That incense stick shouldn’t just be made from three drops of the nine-headed bird’s heart blood, right? When we approached Pangu’s heart earlier, the blood stains on the ground contained Pangu’s heart blood. In the Primordial Realm for over four hundred years, I searched through all the texts brought back from the City of Wrongful Deaths before confirming the existence of this incense. After our battle at Qingfeng Hermitage, I was nearly dying, while you vanished for a full sixty years. Judging from the later battle in the Yin-Yang Realm, you went to the Extreme Domain during that time. If I’m not mistaken, you also entered the City of Wrongful Deaths early. Your appearance in that old residence the day after conquering the Ghost Gate was no coincidence.”

Jian Chou’s steps stopped, carefully savoring Xie Buchen’s every word and phrase. She turned back and looked at his current expression, but actually didn’t deny any of his deductions, only smiling lightly: “But you should be able to feel that this incense is not on me now.”

It really was her!

The murderous aura between Xie Buchen’s brows finally began to surface, his fingers hanging at his side tightening around the ink ruler, as if he were trying hard to suppress something.

He slightly closed his eyes to maintain his surface calm.

But the ferocity within was churning in his heart.

At this moment, he looked composed and cold, only asking one final question: “Where is the incense?”

Jian Chou casually raised her hand and pointed to the snowy sky and black sun above, frankly answering: “It was stolen.”

On the wide street, between Sword Bearer and Jian Chou was a quicksilver-like mirror surface.

But at this time, Jian Chou was actually sitting cross-legged.

She seemed to be asleep, her delicate eyebrows like distant mountain slate lightly furrowed, as if she were having a not very pleasant dream.

A snow-white figure appeared silently beside her.

The robes were extremely elegant, woven from the lightest swan feathers.

This person’s face was one that couldn’t be remembered – clearly seen when looking, but completely forgotten when turning away.

Just like a person’s dream.

Incredibly clear while in the dream, feeling immersed, but often remembering nothing upon waking.

Only those deep eyes, containing the brilliant light of thousands of dreams, faintly revealing deep and shallow, bright and dark purple hues, made one forget worldly concerns at first sight.

As if arriving on moonbeams.

He stood there watching for a while, a strange light flashing in his eyes, before gently raising his hand.

Without any visible movement, a corner of Jian Chou’s hanging sleeve robe floated up.

A narrow box flew out from her sleeve.

The moon shadow spread open his palm, and the wooden box landed perfectly in his palm. With another flick of his finger, the box lid opened, revealing a stick of purple incense in three pieces, somehow broken, lying inside.

Finally, he had it in his hands.

Now that the incense had fallen into his hands and the person was conveniently in this desolate domain, what remained was that divine key.

Fortunately, everything in this realm was under his control.

He only needed to squint slightly to clearly perceive Fu Chaosheng’s whereabouts. At this moment, he put away these broken incense pieces and actually leaped into the air!

That snow-white robe transformed into snow-white wings, disappearing into the void in the blink of an eye, vanishing without a trace.

After he left, Jian Chou, who had earlier fallen into dreams, opened her eyes.

In these calm eyes, where was even half the confusion that someone just awakening from dreams should have?

A deep, dark tranquility!

A curve appeared at the corner of her lips, and she had already laughed coldly in her heart, but she didn’t pursue, didn’t even care that the three drops of incense had been stolen. She only stood up, lightly tapping her sword sheath to break the mirror surface before her.

“Crack.”

Broken silver fell all over the ground.

Sword Bearer on the other side of the mirror surface only then startled awake, his eyes still carrying some confusion, as if still trapped in what he had just seen and felt.

Jian Chou looked at him, hesitating for a moment as if wanting to speak.

But finally, she slowly asked him: “What did you see?”