CHAPTER 674: CHAPTER 544 LITTLE WU AND THE FAIRY’S CONSPIRACY (PART 2)

Time kept rewinding.

Past years.

It was the day before Wu Xiaode was to battle the Purgatory Demon King.

The Great Tomb World.

On this day.

Old Blind was eating in his tomb when suddenly, the Void stirred, and a wooden box appeared in front of him.

"Hmm? What is this?"

He waved his hand casually.

The wooden box instantly opened.

Inside lay a letter.

The letter read:

"I am Secret Envoy Number 1 of the Purgatory Demon King, hereby making the following statement:"

"The Demon King is about to feign death somewhere, breaking free to construct other worlds. Should you be willing to generously donate a little gold, my king will reward you handsomely in the future! This message is toll-free, reply with code TD to unsubscribe."

Old Blind: "..."

This was just too ridiculous.

The Purgatory Demon Lord abandoning the fine Purgatory World to create a world of his own?

He shook his head and casually pointed at the wooden box.

Thud!

The wooden box, hit by his touch, undamaged, disappeared into the Void.

Old Blind was taken aback.

This thing is quite impressive, actually withstanding his attack?

An ordinary person would never be able to obtain such a treasure.

——Could it be real?

Forget it. These matters have nothing to do with him, nor do they involve any benefit to him.

Even if it was a scammer, they couldn’t scam him.

Old Blind picked up his bowl and continued eating.

The next instant——

With a "snap", the Void opened up, and the wooden box landed on the ground once more, opening towards Old Blind.

Inside lay a letter.

The letter read:

"I am Secret Envoy Number 1 of the Purgatory Demon King, hereby making the following statement:"

"The Demon King is about to feign death somewhere, breaking free to construct other worlds. Should you be willing to generously donate a little gold, my king will reward you handsomely in the future! This message is toll-free, reply with code TD to unsubscribe."

Old Blind’s eyebrows twitched, and he released his Divine Soul Power to sense the wooden box.

This box was indeed remarkable.

It was imbued with the power of "undying" and could not be damaged by any force.

That alone was worth a second look.

But——

What happened in Purgatory, what the Purgatory Demon King wanted to do, what did it have to do with him?

Old Blind pondered for a few breaths, then casually waved his hand.

Two letters "TD" immediately appeared at the end of the letter.

——This was his polite way of declining.

With a "snap", the lid of the box closed, and it once again dived into the Void and disappeared.

Done.

All quiet now!

Old Blind picked up a bun to continue eating, but then abruptly——

With a "snap", the Void opened, and the wooden box landed on the ground once again, opening towards Old Blind.

A piece of letter paper stood up, revealing the fine print:

"I am Secret Envoy Number 2 of the Purgatory Demon King, hereby making the following statement:"

"The Demon King is about to feign death somewhere, breaking free to construct other worlds. Should you be willing to generously donate a little gold, my king will reward you handsomely in the future! This message is toll-free, reply with code TD to unsubscribe."

Old Blind fell silent.

He could keep the wooden box if he wanted to.

But was it necessary?

There seemed to be another mystery to this box, and it wouldn’t be easily kept.

Having been managing things here for countless years, his plans steadily advancing, why would he need to offend that Demon King?

Though he wasn’t afraid of her.

But being targeted by someone was never a good thing.

Besides, whether this matter was true or false was still unknown.

Old Blind scoffed and decided to continue eating his bun, outright ignoring the wooden box.

The next day.

Old Blind was taking a stroll in his tomb.

Suddenly——

At one moment, he felt something in his heart, stood up suddenly, and showed a listening expression.

From the infinite expanse of the Void, a distant magic voice came through:

"For my avenger, this Purgatory Crown shall be yours!"

The endless waves of magic pierced through the world, heading towards the deeper darkness of the Void.

Old Blind stood still, quietly sensing for a moment.

"The Purgatory Demon King really died... Her word spells should be invincible, even I find them troublesome, it would take a long time to kill her..."

"Is she truly dead, or is it a feigned death?"

Old Blind puzzled, recalling the incident from the day before.

The Void stirred suddenly.

A wooden box appeared in front of him.

The box opened, and inside was still a letter:

"If you’re a friend, come and invest. The Purgatory Demon King sends this message personally, promoting the newly crafted world with fervor. The Demon King is recruiting partners, come and invest for a huge return!"

"This message is handwritten by the Demon King and cannot be unsubscribed."

Old Blind fell into thought.

After a while, he took out a pen and wrote on the back of the letter:

"What is the fifth Causality Law of the Purgatory Crown?"

After finishing the letter, he placed it in the wooden box, watching it disappear before his eyes again.

Legend had it that the Purgatory Crown possessed inconceivable power, and it was only by a stroke of fate that he had come to understand some of its secrets.

Of course, he had no desire to possess the crown.

---The reason lay in the crown’s fifth Causality Law.

The secret he had obtained was---

"The crown’s fifth Causality Law dictates that it belongs only to its original owner; anyone who tries to replace its master will meet with an exceedingly tragic end."

For countless years, he had been curious about the Purgatory Crown’s fifth Causality Law.

If the other party’s answer matched the information he had---

It might indeed be the Purgatory Demon King himself!

The Tomb World had multiple layers of magical defenses, yet someone managed to send such a box inside, directly to him. This matter was not simple!

Furthermore---

The secret of the crown was no ordinary matter, certainly not something many would know.

---Let’s wait and see.

Old Blind took a step forward, intending to continue on his way when the wooden box suddenly reappeared.

The box opened again, revealing a brand-new letter:

"Purgatory Crown’s fifth Causality Law:"

"Soul Refining and Soul Stealing."

"Anyone who wears this crown will become a puppet of the Demon King, always ready to trade their death in exchange for the resurrection of the Demon King languishing in the Death World."

So that’s it!

Old Blind had an epiphany.

It all matched up.

Even if the Purgatory Demon King really died, as long as someone avenged her and then won the crown, she could be resurrected!

This was consistent with the information he had.

---Did she really die?

Or perhaps she didn’t, or even if she did, it might have been intentional---

Maybe she wanted to establish a Death World unlike any before?

What a brilliant concept!

Among the myriad worlds, there were plenty of world-class life forms, but none that were of the Death clan!

Old Blind praised aloud and stowed the letter, starting to ponder.

The other party craved his investment.

With his status, he was indeed capable of such a major investment.

To invest, would mean to endorse her.

Should he do it?

---Such a thing had never been heard of before; even he was intrigued.

Perhaps even for the Purgatory Demon King, accomplishing a significant feat in the Death World wouldn’t be easy.

So, he decided to help her out; after all, it was no great loss to himself.

Later---

There would be a return.

With that thought, Old Blind squatted down, and suddenly, his hands sprinkled out a cascade of sparkling, round beads, which clattered into the wooden box.

But the box never filled up.

After a good while.

Old Blind withdrew his hand and said indifferently, "Alright, you can go back now."

The wooden box then suddenly disappeared.

It took a good seven or eight breaths---

Before the wooden box reappeared before him.

Inside was still a letter:

"Thank you for your generosity. One day in the future, when your world is in peril, I will come to help."

Old Blind read and couldn’t help but let out a wry laugh.

The Tomb World facing danger?

Ridiculous, who would dare to fight him?

But such a promise was still gratifying.

Old Blind slowly put away the letter.

...

Years later.

It was still the Tomb World.

Blood Youth was dancing in a secret passageway.

A black cat suddenly popped out of the void and landed in front of her.

"Little Wu says you can stop dancing now,"

the black cat said.

Blood Youth immediately ceased.

She didn’t care about the origins of the black cat, nor if it was sent by Little Wu, she respectfully asked:

"Does the master have any further orders?"

The black cat took out a piece of paper and read, "Blood Youth, you will go to Dream City as my proxy, follow the Duke of Abyss, until I return."

"I’m going to Dream City? What about the master?" Blood Youth asked.

"He’s officiating an Awakening ritual for the Dragon Clan in the ’Virtual World,’" the black cat said.

"The Awakening of the Dragon Clan? Was it successful?" Blood Youth inquired.

"It was a success! Little Wu is very tired and resting now, so he’s sending you to temporarily accompany the Duke of Abyss until he arrives tomorrow morning,"

explained the black cat before vanishing.

Blood Youth stood still, her expression fluctuating.

---Then she would go to the Dream City.

She knew the place.

Chupnos of that caliber wouldn’t stand a chance against her.

So---

It was a good opportunity to meet the Duke of Abyss. If he was a decent fellow, she could use him to accomplish some things.

Blood Youth vanished in a flash, disappearing from the Tomb World.