Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 378 - 333: Slashing Through the Gloom

Ruan Muhuan belonged to the minority who had climbed up from the very bottom.

To truly understand how arduous that path was, she had a clearer insight than anyone.

Even with her exceptional martial talents and her cultivation advancing at such a rapid pace, she had been repeatedly suppressed by the power and privilege of fellow martial artists, not to mention the countless other beings…

If she herself became a Martial God and turned into the very sword hanging over the heads of these masses, then what were all those things she had once despised, loathed, and strived tirelessly to vanquish?

"Being killed by the Demon Clan, everyone feels fear, humiliation, rage, and they will fight against the Demon Clan at all costs."

"Being killed by these Sects, power holders, and divine authorities, everyone thinks it’s justified, yet there’s not a trace of resentment in their hearts. They dare not even harbor a thought of resistance, for any act of defiance would be met with immediate execution."

"Each year, more people die at the hands of Sects, household armies, Wuting, and under divine authority than those eaten by the Demon Clan by tens of times."

The question Burning Cloud Martial God dared not address, Ruan Muhuan informed all the Wudu citizens through her own personal experiences.

She had struggled at the bottom ranks of martial artists.

She had once presided over Demon Spirit Pass.

She had contended with the power of the Sects.

She had served as the Northern Guardian Lady for Wuting, and now as the supreme Martial God, her words were the bloodiest of truths!

"You… As a member of the Martial God Alliance, you dare utter such demonic words to deceive the people!" the voice of Burning Cloud Martial God trembled with fury.

Rebels!

This group has turned rebellious!

It seemed that, just as she suspected, these people from Nuwa God End were a bunch of heretics. Their greatest insolence was the perpetual lack of any respect for the Martial Gods.

Not only lacking respect, but they were also bewitching the good people of the True Martial Continent, arousing the evils within them!

As Ruan Muhuan spoke these words, Burning Cloud Martial God could distinctly feel the questioning from all the citizens of Wudu. In the past, merely the formation of such doubts in one’s mind was considered a grave sin, but now the way these people looked at him… was as if they were staring at a Great Demon God disguised as a Human Clan member!

"My parents were devoured by the Demon Clan, but the Martial God did not appear."

"I became homeless, begging for the pity of household armies, yet the Martial God did not appear."

"I faced injustice and contended with the Sect, but the Martial God did not appear."

"I was framed by the Martial God, nearly slaughtered by Jiang Qi, and still, the Martial God did not appear."

"When I served as a Martial God, you finally showed up, and the first thing you wanted me to do was to kill the one person who was willing to lend a hand to pull me out of the mire…"

"Hah, huh, heh heh, on what grounds, what authority do you have, not even if the Martial God Alliance, not even if the seven thousand gods of the Sky Dome stood before me, the sword in my hand, Ruan Muhuan, would not hesitate for a moment!"

It was as if Ruan Muhuan had vented all the resentment and fury that had been suppressed in her heart at that moment.

The past her, like a Wandering Soul, could not find the direction she belonged to. It was because of various experiences that both her body and her subconscious had told her the road ahead was extremely dark. To instinctively survive, her consciousness maintained a numb state, not allowing her to sober up on her own until her strength reached that realm.

She was confused, desolate, and the only thing that distinguished her from the Lost One was her ever-advancing cultivation and her continuously rising status.

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Climbing to the summit of the mountain, she finally understood what had been oppressing her life all along.

She could live for no one but herself, but she had to be clear about who orchestrated the dark cloud casting a shadow over her destiny!

"What audacity, such audacity, you desecrate the Martial Gods, scorn the Martial Gods, accuse the Martial Gods, and even choose to be the enemy of the entire Martial God Alliance... Ruan Muhuan, you’re deeply possessed by evil; how did we not see it earlier? You’re so deeply afflicted by this possession that we should have executed you sooner. You don’t deserve to be considered a divine being among the martial artists of this continent!" said the Burning Cloud Martial God.

Ruan Muhuan, hearing the other party actually pinning the crime of evil possession on her, now understood what those revered Martial Gods were truly like.

Indeed, the vast majority of Martial Gods climbed to the top over other people’s corpses, they indeed possess the unmatched power to destroy both heaven and earth, but that doesn’t mean their souls are pure or their nature kind.

She raised her sword, letting the icy rain soak her clothes, only this bone-chilling cold could make her more awake.

Suddenly, she moved.

In that instant, the ice rain came to a halt.

Her sword pierced through the curtain of rain, like a ray of light breaking through the clouds, on par with the first ray of the rising sun shattering the sea of clouds and illuminating the mountains and earth, leaving a holy and magnificent Sword Trace of Heavenly Light in the human world!

The Burning Cloud Martial God quickly retreated.

He was shocked, somewhat unable to believe that someone who had just ascended to the Martial God Realm could draw their sword so quickly, with a power even greater than Jiang Qi!

Generally, martial artists who ascend too quickly have a weak foundation.

The Burning Cloud Martial God couldn’t see any issues with Ruan Muhuan’s foundation, but he could clearly feel the sharpness of her sword’s edge, a kind that has been refined to the extreme, where every swing should not be underestimated!

Such an extreme state brought a sense of urgency to the Burning Cloud Martial God.

Despite his cultivation being several levels higher, he still needed to retreat!

The world was bleak, every raindrop hanging still as ink spots in a painting, yet with every breath, there shone a dazzlingly brilliant flash of Heavenly Radiance, like the proud sun cleansed after a shower, piercing through the grey canvas of the world, striking and shocking.

Those Sword Traces of Heavenly Light, no different from ten thousand rays of brilliance, will linger in this world.

As Ruan Muhuan kept thrusting her sword, the screen of icy rain seemed as if punctured by hundreds of Heavenly Swords, chaotic and interwoven, yet radiating an overwhelming and desolate beauty!

The Burning Heaven Martial God was forced to retreat onto the plains.

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He swung his red fists, trying to shatter the lingering power of Heavenly Radiance, but Ruan Muhuan seemed to have made a resolute decision to die; she no longer chose defense, but kept attacking, kept swinging her sword.

Finally, amid the outpouring of extreme Sword Intent and overwhelming fury, Ruan Muhuan’s sword cleaved open the chest of the Burning Cloud Martial God!

Hot blood spilled, mixing with the raindrops, creating copious amounts of crimson mist. The blood of a Martial God is unlike that of ordinary people; it quickly transformed into an exaggeration of a blood cloud.

Disbelief filled the eyes of the Burning Heaven Martial God!

As a seasoned Martial God, he was wounded by a newcomer.

His strength was due to his absolute power; he was confident that he could suppress this new Martial God with hardly any effort. He never expected that Ruan Muhuan was not of the same caliber as Jiang Qi; she seemed to have reached a level where she truly stood on equal footing with the other Martial Gods!

He cast a glance at the wound on his chest, not too deep nor too shallow, and the Burning Cloud Martial God put away his disdain.

He seldom summoned his Qi Ming; Qi Ming blazed like the Yunluan mountains, forming a chain of crimson fire-cloud peaks in the long sky!

(I failed to adjust my biological clock, still inverted day and night. I’ll post this small chapter today; I’ll probably be writing the second chapter until early morning, so don’t wait up, just read it when you get up tomorrow—apologies~~)