Chapter 598: A Bowl of Yellow Springs Water, Returning to Slay the God Platform

"By the decree of the Venerable God!"

The Shoufeng Ancestor bowed his head.

Outsiders did not know, but the members of the Shoufeng clan were very clear that they had a faith, and what they worshipped was a deity.

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This deity had bestowed life upon them and given them a mission.

The fluctuations of their souls allowed them to perceive clearly that the deity... was right before their eyes.

As for the form and strength of the deity, that was not something for them to consider, for a deity is a deity; a god can manifest as all things and take on ten thousand forms.

At this moment, following the command, the ancestor immediately sat cross-legged. The instant he closed his eyes, he raised his right hand and pressed two fingers against the circle on his brow.

Soul fluctuations immediately spread from his body, merging into the black wind.

At the same time, a chant echoed from the mouth of the Captain, who was floating in mid-air.

"Born with heaven and earth, black wind scorches the spirit, refining the nine paths, returning to the Great Truth!"

"The Profound Platform has no lid, the Sea of Memory has a body, soul and spirit are one, heaven and earth share the same root!"

This voice carried an ancient quality and contained a certain will. The moment it was uttered, the entire Qingsha Desert roared; the earth trembled, and countless grains of sand rose from the ground, all of them vibrating.

Heavenly thunder fell from the firmament, exploding in all directions and stirring up endless echoes.

The entire Qingsha Desert was shaken by it.

And this chanting did not end there; it continued, persisting and repeating incessantly.

Soon, the Shoufeng Ancestor began to chant along, and by the end, all the Shoufeng clansmen in the vicinity also raised their fingers, pressed them to their brows, and chanted in unison.

Their soul fluctuations spread continuously within this chant, merging into the wind. Gradually, the black wind here transformed into a massive vortex.

The rotation of this vortex was exactly opposite to the thousand-zhang circle within it!

One turned from left to right, the other from right to left.

The two vortexes spun continuously, forming an astonishing force and emitting a heaven-shaking roar.

Amidst this mutual tugging, the memories hidden within the wind were slowly perceived by the clan.

Xu Qing looked out at all of this. Even though he had some understanding of the Eldest Brother's past, he was still struck by a sense of shock at this moment, much like the time of the deity's sacrificial dance.

"Just how much more did the Eldest Brother lay out in his past life..."

"And that existence he spoke of..."

While Xu Qing was lost in thought, Xiang Ningyan, Wu Wu Jianwu, and Li Youfei all wore moved expressions. Even though Xiang Ningyan and Wu Wu Jianwu had followed the Captain on a few tasks, a storm was still raging in their hearts.

As for Li Youfei... for him, ever since meeting Xu Qing, every single thing he had experienced had exceeded anything he could have imagined in the first half of his life.

Even the Youjing among them now wore a solemn expression, clearly also shocked by this grand undertaking.

And within that vortex, as the different vortexes pulled at each other and the wind merged with the memories of the Shoufeng clan, images gradually began to appear.

Countless images, all-encompassing, conveyed a sense of antiquity.

These were memories—memories from all the Shoufeng clansmen present, and also memories from this desert itself.

As these memories emerged with the soul fluctuations, they gathered together, forming a sea of memory inside and outside the vortex.

This sea spread and expanded, reflecting onto the sky and falling upon the ground. After covering the surroundings, it poured toward nine locations.

Those were the places where the nine skulls on the ground were located.

These nine skulls were like bone bowls, seemingly capable of containing everything.

And so, time passed.

The sea of memory continued to appear and flow, never ceasing.

By the time the fourth hour arrived, those nine skull bowls were already filled with a liquid-like water of memory.

This water shifted between illusion and reality, sometimes black, sometimes white.

It was strange to the extreme.

Xu Qing swept his gaze over it; within that water of memory, he felt a trace of a deity's aura.

It was at this very instant that the Captain, floating in mid-air and presiding over the entire sacrifice, formed seals with both hands and waved them violently. Suddenly, the nine daggers forming the thousand-zhang vortex erupted with unprecedented thunderous light.

"Fix!"

Under his thunderous command, the nine bronze daggers plunged straight into the nine bowls below, instantly pinning down the shifting, illusory water of memory. It blended black and white, turning gray!

Within this gray liquid, a miniature scene emerged.

It was a path stretching into the pitch-black darkness, where lightning seemed to streak across the sky, and on both sides of the mountain range lay black abysses, as if hiding demons.

As for the specifics, they were unclear due to the ripples on the water's surface.

But everyone, including Xu Qing, now had the answer to what this scene depicted; clearly, that place... was the site where the Sovereign who hid in the wind had slain the god.

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At the same time, the four Shoufeng clansmen born on the special day each had a drop of fresh blood float from their brows, gathering in mid-air and hovering before the Captain.

They were part of the key to unlocking the memory.

And the other part came from the Captain.

The Captain bit his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood unlike any from the past; the color of this blood... was blue.

The moment it appeared, the five drops of blood merged, transformed into nine portions, and fell into the nine skull bowls. Once this was done, it was exactly the fourth hour since the black wind had risen.

"We... are going in!"

The Captain laughed loudly, raised his right hand to grab a skull bowl, and drank the liquid inside in one gulp. His body instantly blurred, actually merging into the wind and vanishing. Xu Qing did not hesitate and did the same.

The others gritted their teeth and, for the sake of their own goals, picked up the bone bowls and drank.

Soon, everyone's figures, like the Captain's, merged into the wind and dissipated.

The Qingsha Desert remained as usual; as the black wind howled, the sea of memory still surged, submerging everything there.

As for Xu Qing and the others, they had already appeared in the place they had seen within the bone bowls.

This place did not belong to reality, nor did it belong to illusion; it existed in the gap between illusion and illusion, existing within memory—profound and mysterious.

However, the moment they appeared and saw their surroundings, everything here was slightly different from what Xu Qing and the others had seen in the bone bowls.

"Looking at it simply, it is slightly different."

First of all, the world here was not entirely pitch-black; between heaven and earth, the light was clear and bright.

The light source came from one lantern after another floating in mid-air. They were numerous, dense, and shining with light, illuminating this world.

But the skin of every lantern gave one a sinister feeling; they were painted with ghost faces—some crying, some laughing, some angry, some terrified.

They were lifelike, as if they were made of human skin.

With the help of the light from these lanterns, a straight, vast mountain range was clearly reflected in Xu Qing's eyes.

It was like a blade, tilting upward and stretching for a great distance, its end seemingly connected to the firmament.

And the place where they stood was the starting point of this mountain range. A circular high platform had been built here, the ground shattered and covered in cracks. A sense of the vicissitudes of time lingered all around, permeated with antiquity and decay.

As for the sides of the mountain range, they were endless pitch-blackness. The light of the world could not shine in, and occasionally, shrill roars would emerge from the darkness, accompanied by the sound of sharp claws scraping against stone.

It was as if something terrifyingly horrific was in the abyss below the sides of the mountain range, trying to climb up along it.

The sky was also pitch-black, difficult for the light source to illuminate; only a massive crack could be vaguely seen, opened up in the firmament like a scar, shocking to the eye.

It was slashed open, like a scar, shocking to the eye.

Rumbling thunder continuously emerged from that crack, seemingly unable to stop, echoing here incessantly.

Occasionally, blue lightning would flash within the crack in the sky.

This was an extremely dangerous place.

This scene caused the arriving group to wear solemn expressions. Even the Youjing was extremely vigilant; both those human-skin lanterns and the terrifying aura beneath the abyss made her sense intense danger.

"Those human-skin lanterns are formed from the killing karma of the Sovereign; they loathe all living beings. Once touched by them, one will be assimilated into a human-skin lantern."

"And the existences beneath the abyss are the condensation of the resentment of the Red Mother before her death. Their hatred makes everyone walking on this mountain range a target of their hostility."

The Captain was extremely familiar with this place. Standing at the very front, he spoke in a low voice, then turned to face Xu Qing with a smile on his face.

"Little Junior Brother, welcome to... the filming site for a large-scale magic trick."

"Here, you will see an earth-shattering event that occurred in history, long before the ancient ages."

"And what we need to do is walk to that place."

The Captain raised his hand and pointed to the crack in the sky.

"Walk to there and begin our filming."

"As for the name of the script, I've already thought of it; it shall be called... Slaying the God!"

"As for the content, once we arrive at the place, I will tell you. Rest assured... every one of you has a role."

"I will tell you all later, rest assured... every single one of you has a role."

Xu Qing took it in his hand, feeling it greasy and smelling the scent of blood. As he had his suspicions, he noticed that Xiang Ningyan and Wu Wu Jianwu both had complex expressions, seemingly with some urge to vomit.

"Light the candles in our hands, and we can walk through this area safely, but the premise is... the candles must not be extinguished along the way."

Saying this, the Captain blew on the candle in his hand. Immediately, the candle burned, and a black mist was released from within, shrouding his figure as he walked toward the mountain range.

Xu Qing nodded, blew on his own, and after the black mist appeared and spread around him, he took a step forward.

As the others also lit their candles one after another, soon their entire group was walking on the mountain range.

"Remember, the candles... must not be extinguished..."

The Captain's voice came from the black mist ahead.

Looking from afar, between heaven and earth, on the mountain range connected to the firmament, six clusters of black mist shrouded six figures, spaced several zhang apart, walking further and further away.

shadows, separated by several zhang from each other, walking further and further away.

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The human-skin lantern in mid-air continued to sway back and forth, the abysses on both sides of the mountain range roared as usual, and the sound of sharp blades scraping against rock echoed piercingly.