When "God" Decides To Start Over

"Is it really that simple?" Li Xiu was taken aback.

An old voice chuckled, "You have barely more than a minute left to live, yet you still want to hear a story. I've never met someone like you. If you manage to survive, I can tell you the story in detail. Sadly, your time is almost up."

"In that case, shall we make a promise? If I survive, will you tell me the whole story?" Li Xiu smiled.

"Such a promise is meaningless. You can't pull out that thing; you're bound to die." The old voice stated.

"If I die, so be it. But if I don't, will you then tell me the story?" Li Xiu asked.

"I've truly never seen anyone who wants to hear a story even in death. Fine, I'll promise you. If you manage to stay alive, I'll tell you my story in full." The old voice said solemnly, "I find you to my liking. If you have any last words or wishes, speak now. If there's a day of escape, I might fulfill them for you. You need to hurry; you have less than a minute left."

"No need." Li Xiu said as he took out the Lightspeed II from his backpack and donned it.

The next second, the Lightspeed II fully enveloped Li Xiu's body, and golden light patterns appeared on the black Demon Armor.

"So, you are a Magic Armor Master. How intriguing. Did you become a Magic Armor Master first, or a Trial Taker?" The old voice asked with some surprise.

"That's a story I can tell you after I've survived." Li Xiu said, as he moved to the handle.

He grabbed the handle with both hands, causing the Demon Light Pattern on the Lightspeed II to emit a dazzling glow. Golden lights surged from his body, and white smoke began to rise from the seams of the Demon Armor.

This is a phenomenon of overheating and melting due to power overload. The Lightspeed II is already quite good; if it were the Lightspeed I, it would have been ruined by now.

"I've already told you, it's useless. You can't even pull out the Super Spirit, let alone the Demon Armor can't..." The old voice hadn't finished speaking when it suddenly cried out in surprise.

Between Li Xiu's hands, the handle began to rise bit by bit, the exposed part emitting a piercing white light.

The entire blue room was illuminated under that white light.

"It actually... moved..." The old voice was so excited it trembled. After all these years, someone finally managed to move it, giving him hope of regaining freedom.

The white light from beneath the handle was like a dawn illuminating the entire room.

Li Xiu slowly straightened, pulling that object exuding incomparable radiance from the root, its speed increasing.

White smoke rose from the Lightspeed II on his body, as if steam from boiling water inside continuously billowed outward.

Cling!

With a subtle tremor, the object was completely pulled out. Li Xiu stood fully upright, holding the object in both hands, standing on the massive tree root.

The intense white light on the object quickly retracted once separated from the root.

Only then did Li Xiu see clearly that what he pulled out from the root was neither a sword nor a knife, but a Four-sided Mace over four feet long.

The mace body and handle were as black as ink, except near the handle on the mace body, where a luminous white character shone faintly.

Li Xiu had no time to admire the appearance of the mace. He gripped it single-handedly and leapt, swinging towards the stalk of a green leaf.

The bladeless Four-sided Mace struck the leaf's stem, surprisingly cutting it directly.

While not even the sharp Samurai Sword of a Jedi Knight could harm it, this bladeless Spiritual Mace cut through it effortlessly, which seemed somewhat unscientific.

Even more unscientific was what happened after Li Xiu landed and caught the green leaf. Though he only cut the leaf without letting the Spiritual Mace touch anything else,

a tree some distance away from the mace's trajectory was slashed open on a slant, its upper half sliding down from the cut, crashing against the wall.

Within the hollow tree sat a monk in a grey robe.

The monk, with clear, delicate features and skin so smooth it seemed to glow, resembled Tang Zeng of legend.

The young monk sat cross-legged in the tree hollow, one hand raised before his chest, the other holding a string of beads, his face filled with shock and joy as he met Li Xiu's gaze.

Li Xiu didn't have time to look at the monk. He hurried to remove the Lightspeed II, as its internal temperature was astonishingly high, nearly roasting him.

Once dropped to the ground and returned to a compressed state, the Lightspeed II still emitted scorching white vapor, and Li Xiu figured it might soon follow the path of the Lightspeed I.

"I wonder what the old man will ridicule me with when I get back," Li Xiu sighed, glancing down at the Spiritual Mace and green leaf in his hands.

The Spiritual Mace was rather heavy but still within a manageable range for Li Xiu. However, it did not seem to be a contract, at least Li Xiu didn't sense any contract energy waves from it.