I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1370: The Heart of the World

Confronted with an abrupt and harrowing offensive, the enigmatic entity observing from the sidelines faltered, pulling back just an inch.

The mountainous phantom, however, remained entirely unperturbed. Treating the display as nothing more than a triviality, it brushed its sleeve aside, unleashing a tidal wave of Dao Rhymes that surged back with even greater lethality!

Boom!!!

The two catastrophic forces slammed together, interweaving into a nexus that birthed shockwaves of apocalyptic power. These ripples tore through the celestial deep, sending countless stars into a chaotic dance of tremors!

A cold, detached chuckle emanated from the massive phantom, its tone dripping with regal arrogance.

"Hmph, a mere parlor trick at best."

"You alone lack the qualifications to challenge this deity. Should you truly desire a real confrontation, at least summon those few others; only then might I find it worthy to unveil my full prowess!"

At these taunts, a glint of pressure flickered within Wu Tao’s eyes.

Nevertheless, a cruel sneer spread across his features. Despite the sheer might of his adversary, he stood firm, refusing to yield, and instead mocked the entity further.

"Heh."

"Keep on bloating yourself with vanity, why don't you? Your talent for flattering yourself is truly unparalleled!"

"If those individuals actually manifested, would you dare spout such nonsense? I suspect you would be far too concerned with your own escape to utter a word! You only wag your tongue because they are currently tied up elsewhere!"

"We have been acquainted long enough to see through one another, so cease your posturing; it does not suit you!"

The proclamation echoed through the stellar expanse. His words were cutting, brimming with enough disdain that even someone devoid of hearing could feel the sting of his contempt.

Finally.

The phantom seemed rattled by the verbal assault. It offered no immediate comeback, appearing to have been struck at a vulnerable nerve.

At that precise moment.

Wu Tao detected a falter in the flickering luminescence. Seizing the opening while the foe was distracted, he thrust a finger toward the mysterious figure standing beside the phantom, pouring every scrap of his Cultivation into the strike!

Swoosh!

A singular finger pierced the veil of space, obliterating the shadowy figure instantly!

His entire martial prowess, sufficient to rend the void asunder, had been condensed into that single, piercing burst. His combat efficiency surged, and within a heartbeat, the Curse Control Envoy’s soul was utterly expunged!

The sequence unfolded with disorienting speed. Not only did the dark figure gaze down in bewildered shock as it dissolved, but even the colossal phantom reacted only a fraction of a second too late.

With a snort of indignant fury, the phantom extended a finger in accusation!

"You dare resort to a sneak attack? Your sense of martial honor is non-existent!"

Wu Tao pulled back his hand and let out a light, mocking laugh.

"Well, would you look at that!"

"Someone’s feathers have been ruffled! Someone has clearly taken the bait!"

"Never leaving a threat to fester—that has forever been our creed. Is this truly your first time realizing that?"

"I’ve only snuffed out one pathetic minion and your temper is already fraying? Is it possible that your ranks are spread so thin that this was the final Curse Control Envoy available on Blue Star?"

"Surely you cannot be reduced to such a lack of subordinates?"

The phantom glared with icy intensity for several seconds, then retracted its arm and dismissed the air with a forceful wave of its sleeve!

"Hmph!"

"Do not pride yourself on such petty chatter!"

"You may possess the World Heart of Blue Star, but what of it? Without the World Origin of this realm, that Heart remains a useless trinket to you!"

" ultimately, the grand design remains under our command!"

Following these ominous parting words, the phantom evaporated into the cosmic ether.

Watching the now-vacant expanse of stars, Wu Tao’s smirk vanished, replaced by a starlight-infused brilliance in his gaze.

Everything was as he surmised; that solitary Curse Control Envoy had been the only one on Blue Star. With that obstacle removed, dismantling the forbidden curse would be trivial. The World Heart was finally within his grasp!

"A pigheaded fool to the end."

"The World Heart is safely secured now. You need not fret over the coming days; as for the ultimate victor, only time will tell!"

With a cold smirk, he turned and accelerated toward Blue Star!

After traversing the distance in mere moments, he halted at the outer reach of the planet. From his vantage point, the crimson mist appeared visibly faded, lacking its prior thickness. His suspicion was verified: the forbidden curse had lost its lifeline.

Even so, Wu Tao did not drop his guard. To ensure total safety, he conducted a meticulous scan. Only after confirming the curse was effectively neutralized did he commence his work.

Channeling his immense Cultivation, he wove intricate hand seals, compelling the crimson haze encircling Blue Star to scatter. As the red mist vanished, the planet revealed its true, cerulean veins—magnificent, vibrant, and pulsating with a pure, formidable power capable of sustaining all creation.

Thirty minutes later, a pale blue orb manifested and drifted gently toward Wu Tao!

Clasping the hard-won World Heart between his palms, Wu Tao finally allowed a look of triumphant accomplishment to grace his face. He carefully stowed it away in a specialized ancient vessel before shifting his sight back to the invigorated Blue Star.

Though he had claimed the World Heart, it was but a portion of the planet’s total essence. As long as life flourished and the Dao laws remained active, a new, complete World Heart would inevitably be nurtured once more in the ages to come.

Observing the beautiful sphere now that his objective was met, Wu Tao felt a profound sense of ease. Beyond the sentimentality of his return, he felt a quiet tranquility, along with a lingering thread of reluctance to depart.

It was finished. It was time for farewells.

Taking one final look at Blue Star, he tore through the void back toward the northern ice valley.

Upon landing on the frost, Sister Han was already standing motionless in the distance. She regarded him with a gratified smile, her elegant posture radiating grace, though her eyes betrayed a hint of sorrow over his impending departure.

"Xiao Tao."

A thousand sentiments were distilled into that single name, carrying a weight far heavier than a symphony of sighs.

Wu Tao acknowledged her with a somber smile as he addressed his final goodbyes.

"Sister Han."

"The World Heart is in my procession now. I must depart immediately. Upon my return, I shall certainly discover a method to reconstruct your physical vessel. By our next encounter, we shall all sit side-by-side, sharing a meal and our laughter!"

A glimmering radiance danced in Sister Han’s eyes as she offered an approving nod.

"I have no doubt."

"Remember to... to convey my best regards to your master."

Wu Tao dipped his head decisively, imprinting every promise of this day into his spirit.

"I will!"

With that, Wu Tao ascended into the firmament. As he soared over the icy plains, observing the terrestrial beauty below, his brief odyssey concluded, leaving him with an intricate blend of nostalgia and grief.

He didn't find his serenity until he reached the lakeside, where his expression smoothed into a calm, gentle grin. The onlookers stared in awe and profound respect; the casual air he once held was replaced by an aura that kept even the boldest from approaching him.

Only Xu Rong, who had shared the past few days at his side, seemed to discern the shift.

After a moment of inward contemplation, she stepped forward.

"The dire mission is evidently concluded. If..."

She framed her query in a professional capacity, retaining every bit of her characteristic resolve and sharp efficiency.

Wu Tao cut her off, speaking as a comrade rather than a soldier.

"I am leaving."

As the quiet words hit the air, Xu Rong went deathly silent. She stared into nothingness for an age, the carefully constructed phrases she meant to deliver slipping from her memory entirely.

After several muted breaths, the inquiry she uttered was subdued, lacking her usual command.

"Will you... will you return?"

Hearing this, Wu Tao pondered the question for a moment before replying.

"Difficult to say."

With that finality, Wu Tao began his trek, his demeanor signaling an end to his stay.

As their paths diverged, Xu Rong remained motionless. Her features reverted to their rigid, frigid mask, perfectly justifying her reputation as the Cold-Faced Asura.

Suddenly, Wu Tao skidded to a halt and turned back, struck by a fleeting thought.

"Oh, right."

"When I return, you must remember to bring me for that ice jelly of yours. I must witness for myself if it truly lives up to the praise—otherwise, I refuse to believe it can surpass a simple steamed bun."

At the mention, Xu Rong’s eyes brimmed with sudden warmth, and she turned her head, letting out a soft, involuntary laugh.

"Pfft..."

"Fine. I shall certainly take you."

Watching the beautiful captain wave a smiling goodbye, Wu Tao returned the gesture with a light wave of his own. His silhouette gradually dissolved into the void, fading like a spring breeze dancing across verdant hills and mirrored waters.`