Chapter 1067

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Before him lay a sea of flowers and a forest of trees. Colorful fruit trees stood tall, some laden with bountiful fruits, others blooming with vibrant flowers. In the meadows and gardens between the trees, beautiful young women with bright eyes and dazzling smiles, dressed in daring and revealing attire, frolicked and played. As Ye Wushuang stepped into this place, the women turned their gazes upon him. Some had delicate features like cherries, charming and elegant, while others resembled ripe peaches, with captivating eyes and expressions. These women, in all their variety and allure, were seductive and enchanting.

“Sir…” “We’ve been waiting for you so long…” “Come to us, sir!” The melodious and flirtatious voices of the women echoed around Ye Wushuang. As these voices continued, some of the women approached him with trays of fruits and wine, clinging to him with their smooth and tender touches. The sensations and the blush-inducing whispers were so real, so irresistible.

“This time, it’s about… **desire**…” Ye Wushuang looked at the scene around him and smiled faintly as he gently caressed the white neck of one of the women. Her skin was incredibly smooth and delicate under his touch. “Sir…” The woman lowered her head, her face turning pink with shyness and charm. Her already revealing dress suddenly slipped halfway down, revealing arms as white as lotus roots, impossible to look away from.

But in the next moment, Ye Wushuang’s hand clenched suddenly. With a **crack**, the woman’s neck was twisted, and she stared at him in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock. The other women clinging to him were terrified, their faces drained of color.

“It’s useless on me,” Ye Wushuang said calmly. He had once struck without hesitation at a beauty like Wan Yan Chuxue, delivering a fatal blow and severing her head. To Ye Wushuang, beauty was merely a pleasing appearance. Over the years, he had seen too many beautiful faces. What truly moved him was never how beautiful someone’s exterior was, but rather the beauty of their soul. Beautiful faces were easy to find; a sincere heart was truly rare.

Gently releasing his grip, the beautiful woman’s body collapsed to the ground, and in an instant, her corpse transformed into a python three zhang long. The other women around him also transformed into pythons, some coiling around the trees, others writhing on the ground. The once beautiful surroundings now resembled a chaotic graveyard.

Ye Wushuang took a deep breath and brandished the Tianyan Sword. The python figures, hissing menacingly, lunged at him. The battle began and ended swiftly. These pythons had little offensive power; their main ability was to **bewitch**.

**Drip**… The tip of the Tianyan Sword dripped with blood as it fell to the ground. When the last python fell, the scenery around Ye Wushuang changed once more. He now stood in the center of a vast plaza, on a raised platform. Beside him were eighteen figures in blue robes, each with a different face and a unique smile.

“Eighteen Heavenly Questioners…” Ye Wushuang murmured, his eyes dimming. But at that moment, hundreds of figures suddenly emerged from around the plaza, attacking the eighteen. The Heavenly Questioners fought side by side, but then one of them turned his blade against his sworn brothers.

The face, bloodied and holding a knife, was pressed against another’s neck, glaring at Ye Wushuang with a sneer: “Ye Wentian, you should have passed the Tai Xu Yi Tian Decree to me! It should have been me!”

“If it weren’t for you, none of them would have died. You are the one who deserves to die!”

The Heavenly Questioner, Liu Chuantian.

Ye Wushuang stood still, watching as the familiar figures around him fell one by one, their blood staining the ground red.

“Liu Chuantian… your greed killed them and yourself…” Ye Wushuang whispered.

This illusion was a test of the heart, a test of his true self.

The surroundings changed dramatically. Before his eyes was a valley. Ye Wushuang, now in a blue robe with a light blue mystic patterned cape, stood with his hands behind his back on a protruding rock in the valley.

Below in the valley were hundreds of people. The twelve figures at the front had particularly strong auras and diverse appearances.

“The Twelve Elders of the Spirit Sword Pavilion…” Ye Wushuang observed the twelve figures, a mix of old and young.

Behind them were twenty-four more figures with slightly weaker auras.

“The Twenty-Four Sword Protectors…” Ye Wushuang looked at the valley. Originally, everyone had looked up at him with respect, but suddenly, they began to stab each other.

Shocked cries… screams of pain… roars of anger…

Bodies lay on the ground in the valley. How similar this scene was. But this time, the betrayal of the Nine Elders and the fourteen Sword Protectors was blatant.

If, as Ye Wentian, Ye Wushuang had only been deceived by one person, as the Sacred Sage of the Heavens, he had been completely blinded.

“Sacred Sage of the Heavens!”

A shout rang out, deafening and earth-shattering.