Naturally, no one would believe that a powerhouse had escaped from the Evil Prison. Some people would even suspect him of being an alarmist. If a powerhouse had really escaped from the Evil Prison, the martial arts world would have been in chaos.
"Kid, what's your name?"
Hua Zixu asked directly, "To be able to pass through my Death Water Diagram, it means that you have a firm Martial Heart. Your future achievements will definitely not be inferior to mine."
"I am Ye Mo, a warrior from the lower state."
Ye Mo said calmly.
"Ye Mo, I need you to do something for me. As long as you can make an oath on your martial dao, I can give you a Heaven Grade Deity Technique, as well as a powerful martial art manual. You can comprehend it as soon as possible and break through to the Ruler Realm."
Hua Zixu said.
"Senior Hua Zixu, as long as it is within my capabilities, I will naturally help you. However, if it is beyond my capabilities, I will not intervene. I am only an ordinary cultivator, I have my own mission. Although the Heaven Ranked God Technique is tempting, I may not be able to cultivate it."
The temptation offered by Hua Zixu was not enough for him to risk his life to complete the mission he had entrusted to him. Of course, Ye Mo wanted to squeeze some more benefits out of Hua Zixu.
"You can actually remain calm in the face of a Heaven-ranked Deity Art."
Hua Zixu sighed when he saw that Ye Mo wasn't moved. Then, he said, "What I've entrusted to you isn't something you can do right now. What I want you to do is to find the young clan leader of the Painting Clan, Hua Yixian."
Hua Yixian was the genius woman who had married the Young Palace Master of the Martial God Palace. She was a genius that only appeared once in a hundred years in the Painting Race. Whether it was her talent in the Martial Way or her innate abilities, she was extremely strong.
Many of the Painting Race's people loved her. This was especially so for the sake of protecting the Painting Race, she willingly married the Martial God Palace's Young Palace Master, winning the respect of everyone in the Painting Race.
"Immortal Painting? Isn't she already dead? "
Ye Mo asked.
"Of course not!"
Hua Zixu shook his head and said, "Do you think that the expert that escaped from the Evil Prison will completely annihilate the people of my Painting Clan? Hua Yixian is the most talented cultivator of my Painting Clan. In terms of using innate abilities, no one can compare to him. Even I can't compare to him. I once said that within the Painting Clan, I am the only one who can use innate abilities to the extreme, and only I can draw the key to the Evil Prison. "
"So you're saying that Hua Yixian didn't die? Instead, he was captured? "
Ye Mo exclaimed.
"That's right. Not only did she not die, she will also be well protected until she completely matures. I hope that you can find her. Although I know that she might not help that person draw the key to the Evil Prison, it is difficult to guarantee that she will not go astray. I hope that you can stop her. Otherwise, once the Evil Prison is opened, my Painting Clan will truly become the greatest sinner of all time."
Hua Zixu said.
"You want me to find one person in this vast sea of people?"
Ye Mo was stunned.
"Naturally, you won't be able to find her. But if you let the God of the Death Painting help you, you will definitely be able to find her," Hua Zixu said calmly.
"If you are willing to help me, I can let the God of the Death Painting stay by your side until you find Hua Yixian. How about that? Only she can control the God of the Death Painting, and only she can obtain the recognition of the God of the Death Painting. Furthermore, I can even arrange a marriage between the two of you. "
Hua Zixu once again gave Ye Mo many conditions, trying to entice Ye Mo to find Hua Yixian.
"Senior Hua Zixu, after saying so much, there is one thing that I don't quite understand. Why must you let an outsider like me do this? Aren't you afraid that I have ulterior motives? "
Ye Mo asked doubtfully, "Does your Painting Clan have any descendants? Moreover, the God of the Death Painting is a high-grade Dao Weapon, comparable to a Creation Realm expert. Even if you let him go personally, he can still find Hua Yixian, right?"
"Do you really think the God of the Death Painting is still the same God of the Death Painting from back then? If that's the case, do you think the Martial God Palace would leave the Painting Clan Ruins here? "
"What? Could it be that the God of the Death Painting was damaged during the war back then? "
"That's right," Hua Zixu said. "Not only was it damaged, its power was greatly reduced. It's only comparable to a low-grade Dao Weapon. Only the experts of our Painting Clan can use their innate abilities to repair the God of the Death Painting.
As for you, being able to reach this point means that you are fated to meet me. That kid in the Sovereign Realm and a descendant of my Painting Clan were both unable to pass through the God of the Death Painting. Furthermore, only those who pass through the God of the Death Painting will be able to find the God of the Death Painting. "
"Senior Hua Zixu, I understand."
Ye Mo nodded and said, "For the sake of the Martial World's safety, you have put in a lot of effort. Even if the outside world doesn't understand the Painting Clan, one day, they will know that the Painting Clan has sacrificed for the Martial World."
"Will they really understand?"
Hua Zixu sighed and said, "Ye Mo, I'll send you out of the Dead Water Diagram later. You can continue forward and you'll get everything you want. There's no need for you to take the Martial Oath. I believe in my foresight. I hope you can find Hua Yixian as soon as possible. If the experts from the Evil Prison escape, the entire Martial World will descend into chaos. Once infighting breaks out, the development of the Martial World will be pushed back hundreds of thousands of years."
Apart from the Martial World, there was the Ninja World, the Devil Art World, and other worlds with various cultivation systems. Once the Martial World fell, the other worlds would naturally have a chance to take advantage of it.
"Since Senior Hua Zixu trusts me so much, I won't refuse," Ye Mo said. "Furthermore, I have the Heaven Level Deity Technique and the God of the Death Painting. Even if I were to roam the Upper Province in the future, I'd be confident."
Ye Mo grinned. If he could get the God of the Death Painting to help him, his future martial path in the Upper Province would be much smoother. Coupled with the Heaven Level Deity Technique, this deal was definitely worth it.
Moreover, Li Huamei was one of the few friends he knew in the Lower Province. It was only logical that he would help the Painting Clan.
From a higher perspective, he had to do this for the peace of the Great World of Martial Arts.
"You little brat."
Hua Zixu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He waved his arm, and Ye Mo felt his vision blur. Then, he found himself on the other side of the Black River, on a passageway.
"Where are the Nine Moons Ruler and Hua Mei?"
Ye Mo looked back, but didn't see the two of them. He couldn't help but worry. Of course, he was worried about Li Huamei. As for the Nine Moons Ruler, his life and death had nothing to do with Ye Mo.
"Ye Mo, because the two of them didn't pass the test of the Death Water Painting, they've been locked up in the Death Water Dungeon. They'll be locked up for 10,000 years before they can come out. Of course, 10,000 years there is 10,000 years in the Death Water Painting space, which is only equivalent to 10 years in the real world.
A painting flew out from behind Ye Mo. In the middle of the painting was a man. It was Hua Zixu. "Let's go. Since you've agreed to help me, it's time for you to reap the benefits."
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