This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 286 All Wedding Dresses

The man's face seemed to have been submerged by the long river of time, leaving only the soft whispers of his lips. It seemed to be the code that allowed Xiao Xingchen to understand his heart. The words "I'll wait for you" were like icicles in the cold night, piercing Xiao Xingchen's soul and making him feel as if he had fallen into an abyss.

This was a fragment of memory from an unknown time and place, yet the scene before him left him speechless. The man's strength had surpassed all common sense, like an insurmountable mountain.

Before he could finish his daze, the man ripped through the void like lightning. It seemed as if a giant beast was roaring in the void. Before long, nine giant pythons fell from the void like meteors.

They transformed into chains, tightly binding the nine crystal coffins, like shackles of fate. Then, endless yellow sand, like a surging tide, began to cover them, eventually forming a battlefield of swirling sand – the most complete fragment of memory.

Many fragments of memories flashed by like shooting stars. Although she couldn't see the man's face clearly, the familiar aura emanating from him moved Xiao Xingchen.

This person is definitely connected to me in many ways, and this connection must be extraordinary.

Otherwise, how could he have such a strong feeling? Seeing this man was like seeing one of his own kind; the sense of kinship was like a long-lost brother reuniting.

Yes, that's the feeling. He and this man are so similar, that unique temperament seems to be a mark of modern society, deeply engraved in his soul.

The scene flashed again, and this time, he saw the nine crystal coffins.

She knew nothing about the Moon Wheel Clan, nor did she understand what the Nine Soul Seal was, but she would never allow Mu Wushuang beside her to be possessed by these people.

He saw Mu Wushuang curled up in a corner of the shards, with thin lines of different colors wrapped around her like venomous snakes on the nine coffins, as if to tear her apart.

His eyes flashed suddenly, radiating a cold light like two sharp swords, and he involuntarily released the power of the Bronze Divine Tree. However, he did not realize that this was the deepest sea of ​​memories within his heart, where the Bronze Divine Tree had once released its true form like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

With the Sea of ​​Memories sealed away, much of the Bronze Tree's primordial power was buried deep within this mysterious realm.

The Bronze Divine Tree, like a majestic mountain, stepped into this sea of ​​memories for the second time. Its towering body, like a giant umbrella, stood firmly on the sea surface.

This is the true form of the Bronze Tree, appearing here once again in such a breathtaking way.

"How could this be? This tree can actually materialize?" Xiao Xingchen was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped. He looked at his sea of ​​memories again in disbelief, feeling completely lost, as if he were in a virtual maze.

The memories here are a jumbled mess, like fallen leaves swept up by a raging wind, scattered everywhere. There are joyful scenes of a girl playing and laughing as a child, a resolute figure striving to cultivate, and even more tragic scenes of bloody battles and fierce struggles against heaven and earth.

These images are unrelated, yet exist independently, leaving one bewildered and confused.

He even witnessed the perilous scene of Mu Wushuang breaking into Yujingtian.

That is why the appearance of the Bronze Tree in such a shocking way left him feeling both astonished and helpless.

The moment the divine tree appeared, it began to grow wildly, like a runaway horse, its branches extending out like tentacles. Any memory touched by it was instantly extinguished, like a fragile bubble.

With lightning speed, Xiao Xingchen spotted Mu Wushuang's memory and his sword imprint flashed again like lightning. He moved like a ghost, rushing forward like a gust of wind in a few flashes.

That place held Mu Wushuang's memories, and he absolutely could not allow the Divine Tree to erase them as well. Mu Wushuang was currently suffering unimaginable pain as her memories flooded in like a burst dam.

The brutal scene of the Moon Wheel Clan's extermination, the mission passed down through generations of Moon Wheel Goddesses—everything about the Moon Wheel surged into her mind like a tide.

As she was in pain, her eyes gradually cleared, and only then did she truly understand what Xizhu was searching for.

With a "bang," fragments of memory scattered like a shattered mirror. Xiao Xingchen rushed in like a tiger descending a mountain, hugged her tightly, and then retreated rapidly like an arrow released from a bow.

Only when he returned to the sky above the Sea of ​​Memories did he finally breathe a sigh of relief. The crushing of memory fragments continued, like a never-ending storm. Only this Sea of ​​Memories could give him a faint sense of security.

"Wake up, don't give up, I'll take you out of here." Xiao Xingchen's voice was like warm sunshine, piercing through Mu Wushuang's painful fog.

He quickly reminded Mu Wushuang, but the severed connections between the nine crystal coffins resurfaced from the memory fragments, continuously wrapping around Mu Wushuang from all directions.

"Divine Tree, if you can understand me, then erase all these messy memories."

He roared at the bronze tree, now unable to distinguish between his own memories and Mu Wushuang's. If this continued, they might both succumb.

The divine tree seemed to understand his meaning; its branches began to glow, and the source runes regained their vitality.

As the Source Runes appeared, mysterious symbols began to spread across the Divine Tree. Any memory fragments that touched the Source Runes froze. The Source Runes didn't shatter these memories; instead, they were frozen above the Sea of ​​Memories, as if time itself had stopped.

As the Source Rune spread, the chaotic memories finally began to stabilize. When no new memory fragments appeared, the remaining ones were quickly brought under the control of the Source Rune.

Seeing this, Xiao Xingchen relaxed. Mu Wushuang, who was in his arms, groaned and slowly opened her eyes.

"My head hurts so much."

"Take your time to adjust. This time, a flood of memories is rushing into your mind, almost bursting you. Fortunately, I have controlled the torrent of memories. You need to digest them as soon as possible."

"Hmm, I have gleaned some insights from my memories. It turns out I am the Moon Wheel Holy Body. No wonder Xizhu values ​​me so much; she is searching for the successor of the Moon Wheel."

Mu Wushuang stood up, and after gazing at the fragments of memory around her for a moment, she murmured softly,

"What else do you know? All nine crystal coffins here look exactly like you. What does this mean?"

"They were just the Moon Wheel Saints of past generations, but unfortunately, they have all been subjected to the Nine Soul Seals now."

"What is the Nine Soul Seal?" Xiao Xingchen continued to ask.

"It's a vicious curse that turns them into sacrificial vessels. Someone is trying to harvest them in the future, so they are raising corpses now."

"Cultivating corpses?"

"That's right. To put it another way, these nine goddesses from past dynasties are like wedding gowns; someone will come in the future to reap the fruits of this victory."

Mu Wushuang's words astonished Xiao Xingchen. He suddenly remembered that he was also one of those wearing the wedding dress, and hurriedly pressed for details.

"What exactly is the meaning of this wedding dress? To tell you the truth, an old monster told me that I am also that wedding dress."

Mu Wushuang nodded in acknowledgment.

"Indeed, you too are a wedding dress, but your wedding dress is different from others. My memories are fragmented and I am unable to answer your questions."

"Damn it, if I find out who framed me, I'll tear them to pieces!" He was already annoyed by the thought of this, but he couldn't wait to find the mastermind behind it all and fight him to the death.