Chapter 601: True History

The source of the wind came from Xu Qing, who sat cross-legged in the distance, motionless.

At this moment, the altar grounds were filled with rising winds and surging clouds, with lightning shocking the heavens; the crowd's expressions were filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Even the vortex in the sky began to roar with increasing intensity.

In that split second just now, they had felt a faint ripple rise with the wind, seemingly emanating from Xu Qing, and immediately after, this world shook.

The earth trembled, and the mountain ranges in the distance, which tilted like blade edges, also swayed, shedding a large amount of rubble that crashed into the canyon, the echoes lingering.

"What is happening!"

Xiang Ningyan gasped, his expression horrified.

The Captain's eyes also widened as he looked at Xu Qing, who sat cross-legged and eyes closed in the distance, his heart churning.

The Prince suddenly turned his head to look at Xu Qing, his expression changing.

"This is..."

Princess Mingmei and the others also looked over instantly, strange lights appearing in their eyes.

Lao Ba's entire body shook, and he muttered in disbelief.

"Did he really comprehend it?"

Amidst the varying degrees of shock among the crowd, a killing intent that could be called peerless was slowly forming in this place!

It was only a prototype; it would still need time before it could fully descend.

But even just like this, it had already caused massive waves in everyone's hearts, especially the Prince; he looked at Xu Qing sitting cross-legged in the distance, and in the midst of this fluctuation, he clearly should have been happy, as Xu Qing had achieved something under his guidance.

Yet, he could not help but feel a sense of powerlessness.

At this moment, he thought of Xu Qing's Master again, and thus instinctively looked toward Princess Mingmei.

Princess Mingmei's gaze also turned to him at this moment; the two looked at each other, both silent.

Wind, I do not know if it has an age.

If it does not, how does it record the traces of all things existing in time?

If it does, how does one distinguish them?

There are too few who can answer this question.

Perhaps the age of the wind is determined by the stories it has witnessed, and thus there came to be the ancient times and the present.

At this moment, within the Jiyue Great Domain, as the wind blew upon all living things and stirred the hearts of all, the Red Moon Temple was also active.

The imagery of the first act was an extremely grave blasphemy to the Red Moon Temple!

They had to find the place of origin and curb all of this.

Thus, a large number of temple cultivators were howling in all eight directions.

But clearly, finding the altar hidden in the green sand was impossible in a short time.

And the ancient wind, at this time, blew across the altar grounds, lifting the spirits of the crowd and turning into even greater waves.

It was just that the second act had already officially begun, and nothing could stop; even if Xiang Ningyan and the others felt their spirits trembling, they could only bite the bullet and perform.

Thus, the shaking of heaven and earth stirred up by the ancient wind also became the background of the scene, projected through the lenses of the Heavenly Eyes into the minds of all living beings in the Jiyue Great Domain.

This grand play continued to unfold.

The story seen by all living beings thus unknowingly gained traces of vicissitudes and the will of slaughter, becoming several degrees more realistic.

In the scene, an altar appeared first.

This altar was incomparably huge; while its vast divine might was immense, it was permeated with countless rune marks, and the flicker of any single one of them contained the destruction of stars and moons.

It was terrifying to the extreme.

And at the center of this altar, the Red Mother, sealed by the destruction of countless stars, was forcibly held down by a man in golden armor, kneeling there.

She wanted to struggle, but it was to no avail.

The man in golden armor wore a mask, and his expression could not be seen, but as he stood there, his body was straight and filled with a murderous aura; one hand pressed down on the Red Mother's head, while the other dragged a long blade.

This blade was filled with cold light, emitting a terrifying fluctuation, and it manifested a thousand-foot phantom in mid-air, shocking to the eye.

This was the Divine Official responsible for the execution.

And outside the altar, the Sovereign played by Xiang Ningyan was gazing at the firmament, with countless figures vaguely visible around him, regarding him as their master.

They were waiting for the arrival of the Ancient Emperor's decree.

The scene was solemn, and the intent of slaughter was incomparably thick, clearly imprinted into the minds of all living beings, causing everyone in the Jiyue Great Domain at this moment to feel their hearts tremble.

Because the killing intent of this scene was too astonishing; it could penetrate the scene itself and allow all living beings to perceive it intensely.

Even though most of them were hesitant in their hearts, at this moment, the reality of this killing intent made those hesitant powerhouses of various races waver even more.

The higher the cultivation base, the more this was true; the perception of the killing intent appeared in different levels of sensitivity according to the sharpness of their senses.

"The transmission of this kind of killing intent..."

"Just feeling it a little makes my heart jump!"

"Could it be... that this scene is truly real?"

The living beings outside felt their spirits shake, especially the cultivators of the Red Moon Temple, who were even more horrified at this moment, searching ever more frantically for the place where these traces originated.

It was just that these people did not know that the actors in the scene were equally shaken.

Xiang Ningyan tried hard to restrain his anxiety and not look at where Xu Qing was, but he could strongly feel the increasingly astonishing killing intent around him; this made him terrified, and at the same time, a sense of life-and-death crisis was erupting.

The Captain was similarly suspicious, and the Red Mother played by You Jing—her trembling was not entirely fake.

In truth, the wind here had grown even stronger.

The killing intent within it was becoming more and more intense, even affecting the laws of this place, causing snowflakes to appear and drift between heaven and earth.

The Prince and Princess Mingmei also had solemn expressions; they no longer cared about this performance, and their gazes were now fixed on Xu Qing.

Xu Qing was still comprehending.

With the help of his Mount Zhaoxia Light, he had been searching and simulating, tracing that ripple that had flashed and vanished within the ink-wash painting of the past.

Until just a moment ago, he finally found the trace in the hazy depths of his sea of consciousness.

The Mount Zhaoxia Light merged into it.

As he simulated and comprehended, his spirit slowly stirred with a heaven-shaking roar, until he heard the whispers that had once been unclear in his ears.

That ripple was the source of the whispers, and also the source of the wind.

Now, it had become clear!

"Kill!"

"Kill!!"

"Kill!!!"

Countless voices converged together, roaring this one word, which suddenly exploded in Xu Qing's mind at this moment.

His spirit was agitated, and the ink in his sea of consciousness stirred up violent waves.

It was earth-shattering.

The ancient wind rose even higher, using Xu Qing's body as its mouth to release outward, howling across the broken altar and, following the lenses of the Heavenly Eyes, raging in the minds of all living beings.

It caused the spirits of all living beings to be horrified; most of the powerhouses of various races outside felt their hearts skip a beat, and some even stood up in terror from their cross-legged positions, their hair standing on end.

In their perception, the killing intent in the scene in their minds at this moment seemed to have transformed into an ancient ferocious spirit, erupting before their eyes.

It was incomparably real.

Especially the cultivators of the Niyue Palace; it was even more so for them, and those mysterious Vice Palace Masters hiding in their respective locations all had their expressions change.

Their expressions were solemn; they had already been suspicious when they perceived that the formation of this scene was aided by the Niyue Palace.

Although most of them were hesitant when the first act appeared, they had attached great importance to it in their hearts.

And now, the killing intent in the second act caused their spirits to be strongly shaken.

"Is this real?!"

Even within the Red Moon Temple, a terrifying aura erupted at this moment.

After the Divine Son went into seclusion, the Palace Emperor, who was in charge of everything, stepped out from within; his expression was incomparably serious, and even he felt his heart jump.

He had originally thought that all of this was created by the Prince and the others, but now... he was not sure.

At the same time, Xiang Ningyan and the others were also churning violently in their hearts, and according to the script, Wu Wu Jianwu, who was supposed to appear now,

also paused his steps, his body stiffening for a moment.

But thinking that countless spectators were watching him, Wu Wu Jianwu forced himself to calm down; wearing imperial robes and a crown, his figure slowly reappeared in the sky of the scene, overlooking the earth, and met the gaze of the Sovereign played by Xiang Ningyan.

At this moment, he did not need to display any aura; the earth shaking, the firmament roaring, and all the changes caused by the churning of the killing intent naturally turned into a backdrop.

Before this, the work of rendering was done by the Prince and the others, but now they were no longer paying attention to the play at all, all of them looking at Xu Qing.

"Why hasn't he woken up yet?" the Prince felt hesitant in his heart, but due to his understanding of Xu Qing, he did not say this out loud; he believed Lao Ba would say it.

"This kid, why hasn't he woken up yet? He succeeded in his comprehension." Lao Ba was indeed, as the Prince expected, opening his big eyes at this moment, muttering in a low voice.

"He is still comprehending; the killing intent is not his limit."

After hearing Lao Ba's words, the Prince spoke indifferently.

Princess Mingmei nodded slightly.

Lao Ba sneered and looked at them.

"Why do you all have expressions like you knew this would happen, but the things you said before weren't like this; it's too fake, do you take me for a fool?"

Princess Mingmei was expressionless; she raised her hand and waved, and suddenly Lao Ba's body was blasted into the distance by a great force with a bang.

"Maybe Lao Ba's brain wasn't broken by being hit, but was already broken before he was hit."

The Prince agreed, and the Fifth Sister also concurred, her gaze sweeping over Xu Qing as she spoke in a low voice.

"I am very much looking forward to seeing to what extent he can comprehend the killing intent after experiencing the God-Slaughtering Platform..."

At the same time, within Xu Qing's sea of consciousness, the ink wash painting underwent intense turbulence, and the killing intent within it spread throughout Xu Qing's entire body.

Xu Qing shuddered, and waves of intense pain emerged throughout his body.

But at this moment, he had no thought of opening his eyes, nor did the idea of investigating the source of the pain surface in his mind; he remained sitting cross-legged there, his heart and spirit immersed.

He was waiting for the ink wash painting within his sea of consciousness to take shape!

This was where his true purpose lay.

Once the fluctuation of that sliver of killing intent was captured by him and subsequently released, the image... would no longer be shattered.

And at this moment, as the ink wash merged with the seven colors, a scene gradually began to be outlined from within...

The sky in the image split into two; the white part became cyan, and the black part became red.

On the cyan canopy of the sky, a supreme giant that reached the heavens and stood upon the earth, dressed in royal robes, stood tall; auspicious clouds obscured his features, but they could not hide the kind of tyranny radiating from him that could suppress all eternity.

It was as if where his gaze fell, time rolled backward, and where his breath touched, all things returned to nothingness.

On the red canopy of the sky, there was likewise a vast figure looming within; it was a woman wearing a long red dress, with an ordinary appearance and deep eyes containing the starry sky, within which one could see the birth of galaxies and the dimming and destruction of star domains.

And beneath her dress, there were no legs; instead, there existed countless tentacles spreading across the red canopy, and within each tentacle, a star was shockingly coiled.

Fluctuations of divinity rose from her, towering into the sky.

"Li Li Zihua, I did not expect that it would be you... who came to stop me from becoming a god."

"The boss is sick." Within the cyan canopy, the tall figure spoke in a hoarse voice.

The woman was silent, and after a long while, she murmured softly.

"Do you still remember my song?"

Following the murmurs was a segment of singing that echoed between heaven and earth.

"Some are free and easy, soaring along, chasing the wind and breaking the waves all the way.

Rushing to the Red Moon ocean, treading across the glorious frontiers.

The reincarnation of all living beings is but a fantasy, the flesh and blood of all things serve as food.

The sunlight burns the eyes, unable to bury the ideals.

I raise my head to look at the vast expanse, above the Red Moon... I am soaring!"