Chapter 548: Misfortune Divine Authority

On the dim firmament, the vortex rotated constantly, but it was always controlled within a certain range.

It only enveloped the Shengcheng and did not spread too much. The Shengcheng of the two races, amidst the roaring of this vortex, suffered another catastrophe.

Countless people of the two races in the city, after experiencing the resurgence of the curse in their bodies, the killing of the poison restriction, and the burning of the Skyfire, were all miserably miserable.

Just as hope rose in their hearts, the next instant, the descent of the god crushed this hope into pieces instantly.

Despair permeated the entire city. Equally despairing were the remaining five Xiang Linger Repositories in the sky. Three of them had their souls shaken and dazed under the divine might of the God's finger, losing all resistance, terrified to the extreme, their minds already a blank. But the State Lords of the two races, after all, were cultivators of a Xiang Linger Repository, and their secret repositories had given birth to their own Heavenly Dao. Although the curse was resurging, they could still maintain some clarity in their minds.

It was precisely this clarity that made them horrified and terrified, settling into even thicker despair.

In the final analysis, their secret repository was only one.

If they could reach five secret repositories and become the Great Perfection of the Xiang Linger Repository realm, perhaps, at this time, they would have some possibility of survival.

But now they did not possess it, and could only watch helplessly as that thirty-zhang-tall giant body, after swallowing the Mirror Shadow State Preceptor, walked toward them.

Like a fierce tiger walking toward trembling antelopes.

In an instant, the figure of the God's finger arrived in front of a Sky Face race Xiang Linger Repository. This Sky Face race Xiang Linger Repository had a dazed expression, his body trembling, letting the God's finger walk close and press its large hand on the top of his head.

"He is Xu Qing, he is Xu Qing, I am eating Xu Qing!" The God's finger roared in its heart, the large hand emitting astonishing suction. In an instant, this Dao-Nurturing cultivator's body withered, turning into fly ash.

Thick white gas merged into the God's finger's stomach, turning into intense nausea, making the grief and indignation in the God's finger's heart rise again, unable to help but retch.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the two State Lords of the two races, who were prey, had strong fluctuations erupt from their bodies.

After struggling, they finally revealed their secret repositories. Having no time to unfold techniques, at this moment they could only use the most direct and brutal way to smash their secret repositories fiercely toward the God's finger.

There was even more of their own Heavenly Dao rising within their respective secret repositories, heading straight for the God's finger.

"Explode!"

The State Lords of the two races had blood-red eyes, roaring madly, retreating fiercely, and risked everything to flee.

The next instant, the secret repositories they smashed toward the God's finger emitted terrifying fluctuations, cracks appeared on them, and they suddenly collapsed and exploded.

At the same time, the other two Dao-Nurturing Xiang Linger Repositories also had their minds somewhat recovered, and at this moment, amidst trembling, released their secret repositories that had nurtured the Heavenly Dao, smashing toward the God's finger.

Instantly, booming sounds erupted, and the fluctuations were intense. The two real and two illusory secret repositories exploded simultaneously beside the God's finger, forming an astonishing power.

Constantly erupting, enveloping Xu Qing's thirty-zhang-tall giant body within.

Following closely, these four Xiang Linger Repositories of the two-race alliance did not hesitate at all, all fleeing toward the distance. Their souls trembled, and there was no life or death of the ethnic group in their minds, only how to escape with their lives.

In the blink of an eye, the four figures turned into four long rainbows, heading straight for the horizon.

But a bizarre scene suddenly descended at this moment.

The first to show abnormality was the State Preceptor of the Sky Face race.

This Xiang Linger Repository, who was in the Dao-Nurturing stage, quickly took out a treasure after flying a thousand zhang away and moving away from the fluctuations of the secret repository collapse.

This item is extraordinary; it must be a treasure of immense power on his person. Not only can it bolster his speed, but it can also perform large-scale displacement, reaching further than teleportation talismans and his own instant movement.

After taking it out, he did not hesitate at all and opened it fiercely.

But this treasure, which was usually invincible, failed to open this time, as if it was because he was too panicked and the secret repository self-explosion caused problems with his internal magic power.

If it was just this, it would be fine, and it wouldn't be particularly bizarre. What truly caused a heaven-shaking wave in his soul was that the treasure actually appeared cracked after failing to open.

The next instant, it exploded with a boom.

It would be one thing if it was just its own explosion, but the treasures on this State Preceptor's neck and body were actually all affected and all exploded.

The roaring and fluctuations that were stirred up were incomparably intense, directly submerging his figure within.

Following the sound of screams, he fell to the ground, staggering and heavily injured. His body, which was already weak after the secret repository self-explosion, experienced the explosion of all the treasures, making his injuries worse, and amidst suspicion, he could only struggle.

And he was not the most bizarre. At this moment, the Mirror Shadow race commander in the sky was galloping in the firmament, escaping, but actually turned his head for no reason, heading straight for the place submerged by the secret repository self-explosion.

With the same cultivation base as the State Preceptor, he flew fast, rushing into it in the blink of an eye.

But compared to the two of them, the Sky Face race State Lord in the sky at this moment had bizarre things happening on his body that were enough to make everyone's heart tremble.

He was galloping madly in the sky, but in an instant, a piece of Skyfire suddenly appeared in the dim firmament.

You must know that the Skyfire passing overhead had already ended. For more than a month, although there would occasionally be some remnants, most would not form overly serious disasters, and the range was not large.

Especially since the Sacrifice Moon Domain was so vast, the probability of these remnants falling on the living places of the people was very small.

But now, the Skyfire appearing in the sky actually happened to appear above the head of the Sky Face race State Lord and smashed down instantly.

The power of the Skyfire was astonishing, roaring as it descended.

And this Sky Face race State Lord himself was also constantly retaining most of his combat power after the secret repository self-explosion. At this moment, amidst palpitation, he rushed out fiercely. Although he was still affected, his body burned and emitted a muffled groan, but he finally avoided it narrowly.

Looking at the falling Skyfire, the Sky Face race State Lord felt suspicious in his heart. But the bizarre things on his body did not end. Within the sky firmament, countless heavenly thunders appeared for no reason, roaring toward him.

The quantity reached tens of thousands. This kind of thing was basically impossible to happen, the probability was too small, too small, but at this moment, it really appeared.

That Sky Face race State Lord's pupils contracted, resisting madly. Amidst a series of booming sounds, he spat out fresh blood, his body staggered, and finally escaped the range of the thunder.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his body paused in mid-air, his expression ugly, confusion appearing in his eyes. When he slowly lowered his head, his body withered rapidly.

The curse resurging in his body, which was originally suppressed, but at this moment, because of the secret repository self-explosion, all subsequent fluctuations suddenly erupted, permeating his entire body.

Red Mother curse. The next instant, his body was bound to die.

In this withering, he became fly ash. Before dying, he looked at the others, and the others were fine.

This scene made the fear and horror in the heart of the Sky Face race State Preceptor struggling on the ground reach the extreme.

"Misfortune!

!" The moment his voice came out, teleportation power spread from a direction at the top of the firmament.

That was the Mirror Shadow race State Lord. He used action to break the saying of misfortune, actually having no abnormality, crushed the long-distance teleportation talisman, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

And after all this, the divine might of the God's finger spread again. The thirty-zhang-tall giant body walked out from the fluctuations of the four secret repository self-explosions. Looking at its body with the naked eye, there was no change, still shining with golden light, and there was not half a point of injury, as if those four secret repository collapses were just four small sparks to it.

But in reality, the main body of the finger's sleeve was already withered at this moment. To protect this body, she had to consume her own divine power, which led to the already hungry God, at this moment, being hungry to the extreme, revealing a look of choosing people to devour in its eyes.

"Hungry, hungry, hungry! Abnormality! Disappear." The God's finger's saliva could not be controlled. Its body flickered, heading straight for the Xiang Linger Repository struggling on the ground in the distance. Amidst the despair of this Sky Face race State Preceptor, the God's finger approached suddenly, swallowing in one bite.

And the feeling of hunger was still intense, and the sound of withering coming from its main body was like thunder.

So this God's finger turned its head fiercely, revealing cruelty, looking at that two-race Shengcheng, a trace of struggle appearing in its expression.

But no matter how unpalatable the food was, compared to the extreme hunger at this moment, it didn't count. So the God flickered fiercely and went directly.

It arrived above the Shengcheng. Amidst the despair of the people of the two races, it opened its large mouth and sucked fiercely.

Instantly, the vortex above its head roared and fell, covering this city. Countless wails and shrill screams spread unprecedentedly at this moment.

One could see a large number of clansmen being sucked and swallowed by the vortex. This process was not slow, and in just half a stick of incense time, the two-race city was basically empty.

"Tastes bad, tastes bad, really tastes bad." The God's finger roared sadly, the sound spreading in all directions, the firmament rolling.

Duanmu Cang, who was at the square altar, looked at the figure in mid-air, unable to believe everything he saw before his eyes.

Is the Human Race outside so powerful now?

Duanmu Cang instinctively retreated a few steps, but soon restrained himself, revealing a bitter smile.

"You... are you still you?"

Xu Qing nodded, his gaze falling in all directions.

This Shengcheng was basically empty. There might be some remnants, but with the poison restriction in their bodies, they wouldn't live long.

Duanmu Cang was a bit dazed. He had thought about such things as slaughtering the two-race city before, but he couldn't do it. Now seeing it with his own eyes, he felt it was very unreal.

Until a long time later, Duanmu Cang took a deep breath, and a bright light reappeared in his eyes.

He was, after all, a small State Lord of the Human Race, having experienced many things, and understood that the focus at this moment was how to deal with the aftermath.

"Xu Qing, we need this city! Can you help me clean up this city?"

"Then I will go and bring the clansmen over."

Duanmu Cang looked at Xu Qing.

"Can." Xu Qing nodded, informed him of the location, and then thought for a moment and asked a question.

"The Red Moon Temple there..."

Duanmu Cang stood up, a strange light appearing in his eyes. At this moment, he had completely suppressed the shock in his heart and began to analyze the subsequent matters. Hearing this, he shook his head.

"The Red Moon Temple is high above, and it won't care about the death of two small ethnic groups. They only care about completing the sacrifices, so we must prepare the sacrifices as soon as possible."

"The people of these two races, only the elite can live in the Shengcheng. There are many clansmen outside, with a quantity exceeding five hundred thousand."

"Leave this matter to me. They don't know about the situation here yet. I will handle it. These are our sacrifices!"

Duanmu Cang took a deep breath and felt the cultivation base in his body. Xu Qing also sent the pills in his storage bag over.

After taking the pills, Duanmu Cang grinned and looked at the surroundings.

"No time to lose!"

"Xu Qing, leave this place to you!"

After saying this, Duanmu Cang swallowed the pills, his body flickered, and he headed straight for the firmament.

Watching Duanmu Cang leave, Xu Qing stood in the square, silent for a long time.

How Duanmu Cang handled it, he didn't need to pay attention to. Being able to form a shelter in this harsh environment and cultivate to this realm, Duanmu Cang must have his own merits.

After a while, Xu Qing looked at this empty city and walked forward.

Following his footsteps, bursts of poison restrictions remaining here gathered from all directions, constantly merging into his body, and the strange substances permeating here were also the same.

On the way, he also encountered some people of the two races who were lucky enough not to be swallowed, but were struggling under the poison outbreak.

For these, without waiting for Xu Qing to strike, the Golden Crow Sect Ancestor would roar and kill them instantly.

Just like this, two days later, this city that had experienced

the catastrophe was washed clean of evil. Although empty, Xu Qing, sitting on top of the royal palace and gazing at the horizon, felt a long-lost tranquility.

His cultivation base had improved quite a bit.

Although the God's finger finally swallowed everything, Xu Qing didn't get much gain from within, but his previous slaughter and absorption had unknowingly raised all the Nascent Souls in his body to the level of being about to attract the second life tribulation.

"Soon."

Xu Qing muttered.

At this moment, it was night, and there was no moon in the sky.

In the pitch-black world, Xu Qing sat there silently. He thought of those clansmen who had turned into meat paste, thought of Panyan.

After a long time, he took out a purple flute, placed it to his lips, and played the music taught to him by Zi Xuan.

The sobbing flute sound echoed in this empty city, lingering for a long time.

Time passed slowly.

Ten days later, the Human Race arrived.

The moment more than ten thousand clansmen entered Xu Qing's eyes, a white light roared from afar, which was a woman's figure, heading straight for Xu Qing.

Approaching instantly.

"Brother Xu Qing!"

Ling'er rushed over and hugged Xu Qing.

Xu Qing touched Ling'er's head lightly. On his face, which had always been expressionless, a smile appeared. He also saw the shadow, the stone lion, and the head that had returned with Ling'er.

Without waiting for the head to speak, Xu Qing waved his hand and took them into Ding Yi Ding Yisaner.

As for the shadow, it obediently merged under Xu Qing's feet.

"Let's go, let's go and welcome them." Xu Qing said softly, walking toward the crowd.

In the following days, everything was as usual.

The arrival of more than ten thousand clansmen made this city regain its vitality, and the sadness was hidden by people in their memories. Future and hope turned into seeds, growing in their hearts.

Collapsed buildings were perfected one by one, and fallen city walls were repaired one by one.

Gradually, laughter began to overflow in this city, and gradually, joy began to rise on every street.

Duanmu Cang also returned a month later.

I don't know how he did it, but when he returned, there were thousands of huge cages behind him, and inside, piled like cargo, were people of the two races.

Because the Sky Face race had large bodies, the number of cages was a bit large, but overall, the number of sacrifices exceeded five hundred thousand.

The desperate expressions, the numb gazes, were exactly the same as the Human Race who were used as food by them back then.

For these people of the two races, Xu Qing had no pity at all.

They were just placed outside the city, waiting for the arrival of fate.

And Duanmu Cang's return accelerated the recovery of the city, and gradually the formation was simply repaired and opened.

With the envelopment of the protection, more than ten thousand Human Race cheered, Ling'er included, also jumping for joy.

For the Human Race who lived in abandoned mines, lived in poverty, and would become food at any time, this was a long-lost sense of security.

Looking at all this, Xu Qing, sitting on the city wall, felt a blessing in his heart, and then looked at the distant horizon. He was leaving.

"It's a pity, I still have no way to lift the curse for them."

As Xu Qing muttered in his heart, he turned his head to look beside him.

Duanmu Cang's blurry figure appeared there. After gradually becoming clear, he threw a pot of wine to Xu Qing, sat on the side, looked at the crowd, his expression revealing emotion.

"Xu Qing, thank you."

After a long while, he looked at Xu Qing and spoke softly.

Xu Qing shook his head and drank the wine in the pot.

"This is what I should do."

Duanmu Cang's gaze was deep, looked at Xu Qing, didn't continue this topic, and didn't ask about the things he saw that day. He had automatically chosen to forget those things.

Because he knew everyone had their own secrets. Some things don't need to be asked, don't need to be explored.

"By the way, about the disciples, I have inquired for you. Their tracks are now mostly gathered in the central area of the east, which is the place where the Red Moon Temple waits for various races to send sacrifices."

"After all, for the disciples, this time is their peak season for doing business."

Duanmu Cang drank a sip of wine and transmitted words.

Xu Qing nodded. He had asked Duanmu Cang about large-scale teleportation arrays before. He wanted to go to Tianniu Mountain, and this mountain was located in the south of the Sacrifice Moon Domain.

The distance was incomparably far.

And after Xu Qing came to the Skyfire Sea, he had never seen a teleportation array like the one in Fenghai County, and even this Shengcheng didn't have one, only some items like teleportation talismans, but most were also disorderly.

So he had asked Duanmu Cang. The other party's statement was that within the Sacrifice Moon Domain, fixed teleportation arrays could only be mastered by large ethnic groups.

And generally speaking, if you want to teleport, you need to rely on disciples.

Disciples were a special ethnic group. They would have a door born with them when they were born. This ethnic group also had no fixed place of residence. Every clansman, after becoming an adult, would go out and travel the domain.

The talent of this ethnic group was that they could brand the places they had been to on their own doors, allowing people to teleport through this.

According to the strength of the cultivation base, the range was also different.

This was the business of this ethnic group. Whenever the Red Moon Temple began to collect sacrifices, those ethnic groups without teleportation arrays were the customers of the disciples.

"So, you can go to the east with me. I am also planning to set off recently to send those sacrifices outside to the temple."

Xu Qing pondered upon hearing this. From here to Tianniu Mountain, if there was no teleportation array, the time consumed would be very long, and there might be some unknown changes in the middle.

Moreover, the time he agreed with the Eldest Senior Brother had also passed.

They couldn't contact each other, so after thinking, Xu Qing felt the Purple Moon in his body, thought of seeing the temple before, and the other party didn't notice him, so he nodded.

Just like this, on the morning three days later, Xu Qing took Ling'er, together with Duanmu Cang and the cage convoy, and set off.

The moment they left the city, more than ten thousand people in the city walked out in unison, kneeling down toward Xu Qing from afar.

Their eyes carried blessings, and they prayed for Xu Qing to have a safe journey.

Xu Qing turned his head, gazing at the rear, feeling something in his heart, and bowed with cupped fists.

The firmament was dim, and the wind and sand rolled up, covering his vision, but it couldn't isolate the hope rising within this city.

Xu Qing turned around and went far away with the convoy.

In the strong wind, Duanmu Cang's hoarse voice blew over.

"Xu Qing, there is a legend in the Sacrifice Moon Domain. It is said that because of the existence of the curse, the souls of all dead living beings will not enter reincarnation, but return to the Red Moon Temple."

"Until the Red Mother arrives and enjoys the sacrifices, these souls will act as seeds and be reincarnated again." ===== CHAPTER 549 =====

Xu Qing shook his head and drank the wine in the flask.

"This is what I should do."

Duanmu Cang's gaze was profound. He glanced at Xu Qing, did not continue this topic, and did not ask about what he had seen that day; he had already chosen to automatically forget those matters.

Because he knew that everyone has their own secrets, and some things do not need to be asked or explored.

"By the way, regarding the Disciples, I have helped you inquire. Their tracks are now mostly gathered in the eastern central region, which is the place where the Red Moon Temple waits for all clans to send their offerings."

"After all, for the Disciples, this time is their peak business season."

Duanmu Cang took a sip of wine and spoke.

Xu Qing nodded. He had previously asked Duanmu Cang about large-scale teleportation arrays; he wanted to go to Tianniu Mountain, and this mountain is located in the southern part of the Jiyue Great Domain.

It is incomparably far from here.

And after Xu Qing arrived at the Skyfire Sea, he had never seen a teleportation array like the one in Fenghai County; even this holy city did not have one, only some items like teleportation talismans, but most were disorderly.

So he had asked Duanmu Cang, whose explanation was that within the Jiyue Great Domain, fixed teleportation arrays can only be controlled by great clans.

And generally speaking, if one wants to teleport, one needs to rely on the Disciples.

The Disciples are a special ethnic group; they are born with a door accompanying them. This group also has no fixed place of residence, and every clansman, after reaching adulthood, will go out to travel the Great Domain.

This group's talent is the ability to imprint the places they have been onto their own doors, allowing people to teleport via them.

Depending on the strength of their cultivation, the range also varies.

This is this group's livelihood. Whenever the Red Moon Temple begins to collect offerings, those clans without teleportation arrays are the Disciples' customers.

"So, you can go to the east with me. I am also setting out recently to send those offerings from outside to the Temple."

Xu Qing pondered upon hearing this. From here to Tianniu Mountain, if there is no teleportation array, the time consumed would be very long, and there might be some unknown variables in between.

Moreover, the time he had agreed upon with his Senior Brother had already passed.

They could not contact each other, so after thinking, Xu Qing felt the Purple Moon within his body and, recalling that he had seen the Temple before and the other party had not detected him, he nodded.

Just like that, three days later in the early morning, Xu Qing took Linger and set out together with Duanmu Cang and the cage caravan.

The moment they left the city, over a hundred thousand people in the city walked out in unison, all kneeling down from afar toward Xu Qing.

Their eyes carried blessings; they prayed that Xu Qing could have a safe journey.

Xu Qing looked back, gazing at the rear, feeling moved in his heart, and bowed with cupped fists.

The sky was dim, and wind and sand rolled up, obscuring the view, but it could not isolate the hope rising within this city.

Xu Qing turned around and went far away with the caravan.

In the strong wind, Duanmu Cang's hoarse voice drifted over.

"Xu Qing, there is a legend in the Jiyue Great Domain. It is said that because of the existence of a curse, the souls of all deceased sentient beings do not enter reincarnation but return to the Red Moon Temple."

"Until the Red Mother arrives and enjoys the offerings, these souls will serve as seeds to be reincarnated once again."