Chapter 602: Between Ink and Wash, the God-Slaying Platform

History often exists in multiple records.

For certain purposes, for certain causes and effects, there are always those who will hide a scene they dislike, modify and adjust it, and then pass it on.

And as time passes, what the truth actually was gradually becomes unknown.

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Just like the scene Xu Qing is watching now, which the masses cannot see. It was hidden within time; it was the wind that left it behind, stored it in this place, and sent it into Xu Qing's sea of consciousness, transforming it into ink wash.

Originally, it was difficult for it to emerge; whether it was the waves of killing intent or the fact that this memory was incomplete due to the passage of time, both made it impossible to piece together.

It was the morning glow that added color to it, filling in the gaps, and only then was it gradually outlined, revealing this hidden history to Xu Qing's perception.

He watched the four bodies of the Sovereign, gazed at the shadow of the Red Mother, listened to the words of the former, and heard the song of the latter.

The singing, soaring.

Within it, a soul-stirring intent was revealed, containing persistence; it was a kind of pursuit for which one could abandon everything for the sake of an ideal.

It seemed that in the face of the ideal, all things had no meaning; even if the masses died completely, even if the heavens and earth wept and wailed, it was nothing more than nourishment for one's own godhood.

None of this was important; whether it was the figure within the cyan sky or other hearts, nothing could erase the longing to become a god.

She wanted to become a god, wanted to stand above the Red Moon.

For this, all things were sacrificed, sparing nothing! The scene gradually began to churn with the echo of the song, waves surging in his heart, eventually drowning out all figures, extinguishing all sounds, all becoming blurred.

Xu Qing's breathing was rapid, his chest heaving as he sat cross-legged, immersed in his sea of consciousness. In the blur of this scene, he could not see what happened next, nor could he hear the sounds within time.

The images in his sea of consciousness turned from cyan to white, red became black, entwining with each other, once again becoming ink wash; the supplementary color of the morning glow was, after all, not perfect.

Therefore, everything that happened afterward became hazy, like an abstract painting, impossible to look at, only to be sensed.

Thus, Xu Qing did not choose to wake up, continuing to sink his mind into the sea of consciousness, to feel the collision of white and black within this hazy scroll.

As water and ink swirled, vaguely, Xu Qing seemed to see the sky.

Within the white, it contained a cyan sky...

Xu Qing murmured; besides this, he also saw the earth, the land of black soil covered in white-red blood.

"The sky and the earth seem to be connected together; is that an altar?"

Xu Qing's expression became blank. He had completely forgotten what was happening in the outside world, ignoring everything. At this moment, all his mind, all his perception, was poured into this ink wash.

Gradually, the heaven and earth altar he saw seemed to be becoming clear from the blur, but this was actually a sensory illusion, because after the scene of the Sovereign and the Red Mother dissipated, the ink wash in Xu Qing's sea of consciousness was just rotating, with no new images forming.

But in Xu Qing's feeling, everything was rapidly becoming clear, only this "rapidly" was relative.

Because it was always on the road to clarity, no matter how hard Xu Qing tried, it always remained so.

And as long as he relaxed his perception even slightly, the altar would disappear; he needed to keep his heart and soul taut at all times, as if dredging, yet it was always difficult to fish it out.

The consumption of his mind was, therefore, infinitely increased.

Slowly, Xu Qing felt the withering of his consciousness; he could not hold on much longer.

And that altar was still on the road to clarity.

"Am I going to fail!" Xu Qing's voice echoed in a murmur.

"This altar, I cannot fish it out from the ink wash..."

"I am missing a container!"

"A container!"

At this moment, outside.

As Xu Qing reached the end of his realization, the roaring of the heavens and earth gradually weakened, the feeling of the earth shaking also diminished, and the vortex in the firmament was no longer affected as it had been.

Everything seemed to be coming to an end.

This caused Xiang Ningyan and the others to each heave a sigh of relief; it was truly difficult to perform perfectly under the increasingly strong pressure and their own high-stress interpretation.

However, the Captain felt deep regret in his heart. Although he felt the possibility of Xu Qing succeeding in his realization was slim, the previous scene had still given him some hope.

"It doesn't matter, having experienced it is good after all; at least he felt the killing intent."

Also feeling regret were the Heir and the others. Constrained by cause and effect, they could not see the image in Xu Qing's sea of consciousness, but they could feel the consumption of Xu Qing's mind.

They could also see that after Xu Qing felt the killing intent and made a deeper attempt, he ultimately failed.

"He is realizing the Father King's divine ability, the God-Slaying Platform."

"It's a pity; actually, it has nothing to do with him. It is because the traces remaining here are too shallow; otherwise, he should not have failed."

The Heir and the others shook their heads, each sighing.

Even if he did not succeed, Xu Qing's comprehension made a profound impression on them.

And now, as the second scene of the performance appeared in the minds of the masses of the Festival Moon Domain, it reached a critical moment. After the figure of Wu Wu Jian appeared, he walked out from the void.

This person wore a magnificent robe, his gaze piercing, his complexion fair with a hint of feminine softness, and even more terrifying fluctuations spread from his body.

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It was precisely the close Eunuch beside the Ancient Emperor; he had come here to read the Ancient Emperor's decree.

As he stepped forward, the heavens and earth were colorful. The close Eunuch in the magnificent robe raised his right hand, forming a peaceful aura, which transformed into a scroll that unfurled.

"The Dao of Eastern Wanggu, the Ancient Emperor decrees: The sinful people of Huang, causing chaos to all living beings."

"I now order the Moon King to act on his own, to administer punishment on my behalf, to slay the people of the sinful land; all causes and effects, I shall bear personally."

The voice echoed like heavenly thunder, and with the rendering of the Heir and the others, it was reflected in the minds of the masses outside.

For a moment, the momentum was like a rainbow. As the reading ended, Xiang Ningyan, playing the Sovereign, looked deeply at the Red Mother on the altar, then his gaze fell on the golden-armored giant behind the Red Mother, and he spoke indifferently.

"Divine Official."

"This subordinate is here!"

The golden-armored giant played by the Captain shouted upon hearing this. One hand pressed on the Red Mother's head, the other hand gripped a long blade, waiting for the order.

"Slay!"

"I obey the divine decree!"

A cold glint flashed in the Captain's eyes as he was about to swing the blade in his hand. The Red Mother revealed intense hatred in her eyes, wanting to struggle, but under the suppression formed by the countless imprints on the altar, she could not break free in the slightest.

At this moment in the scene, the wind rose and clouds surged; the Heir and the others secretly took action, rendering this scene with all their might.

After all, the scene of slaying the Red Mother had great significance for the masses outside.

In an instant, thunder rolled within the scene, and countless bolts of lightning transformed into ferocious thunder dragons, roaring in the firmament, forming endless electric light that spread in all directions.

Princess Mingmei also took action, forming a river of time flowing in this place, causing the ancient aura emitted within the scene to transform into a river, passing into the perception of the masses.

Lao Ba was not to be outdone; his voice merged into the thunder, transforming into emotional fluctuations, causing the emotions of all characters to be strongly enhanced at this instant, thereby influencing the outside world.

Finally, the Heir took action, the sun and moon rising in the thunder light, countless stars shining in the passage of time, and vaguely, there was even the blurred will of the Heavenly Dao descending in the sky, as if witnessing this moment.

The momentum was like a rainbow, the rendering was full.

The masses waited for this scene, their minds trembling, and everyone's heart seemed to be suspended.

And the Captain's long blade swung amidst this rendering!

The blade light shone, the edge reflecting the thunder, containing the sun, moon, and stars, carrying an ancient aura, and the emotions of the masses fluctuated as it was about to fall.

The heavens and earth changed color, the earth shook, and a huge roar came, like dragons soaring and tigers howling, overturning rivers and seas. The sky ripped open directly amidst the rumbling sound, appearing with a large number of cracks, actually collapsing.

Countless stones fell, and as they hit the earth, a flash of cold light appeared in the sky.

The earth churned, splitting apart, appearing with countless giant pits, and even stirred up storms, destroying everything in its path, sweeping away everything.

Not only that, but there was also heaven-shaking killing intent that erupted, and all of this directly exceeded the previous rendering of the Heir and the others.

The masses of the Festival Moon Domain outside, who were already focused and emotionally stirred by the rendering of the Heir and the others, were instantly horrified and speechless by this sudden killing intent, with constant exclamations.

It was truly because that killing intent was stronger than anything they had ever felt before, erupting amidst their distraction, transforming into angry waves that stirred up heaven-shaking billows in their souls.

Extremely real.

Also horrified were the people at the recording scene.

You Jing's face turned pale instantly, the intent of death was stronger than ever before, and although she possessed an immortal body, at this instant, she still felt death extremely intensely!

He would really die!

Boom boom, struggling with all his might.

The Captain raised his blade, and he also paused, his mind churning; Xiang Ningyan, Wu Wu Jian, and Li Youfei were even more thunderstruck in their minds.

The Heir and the others all looked at Xu Qing, all moved.

At this moment, in the sea of consciousness of Xu Qing, who had previously been thought to have failed his realization, a bottle appeared.

He was indeed unable to fish the altar out of the ink wash scene, but he realized he needed a container, so he projected his own Bottle of Time into his sea of consciousness.

Using this bottle to contain this ink wash, taking it all away.

"Since I cannot fish it out, then I will extract all the excess parts of my realization!"

The ink wash rushed toward the Bottle of Time. In this rapid flow, the altar Xu Qing felt became truly clear.

This entire process was not long; as Xu Qing focused his concentration, more than half of the ink wash disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And the remaining part actually transformed into a special altar.

The appearance of the altar was the origin of the heaven and earth changing color at the recording scene.

At this moment, the recording scene was heaven-shaking and earth-shattering; the sky collapsed, the earth shattered, the vortex in the firmament rotated with a rumble, and this world in the center began to collapse.

The sound was deafening, spreading in all directions. At the same time, the first barrier that Xu Qing and his group passed when they came here, that mountain range that tilted toward the sky, was now exploding over a large area while suspended in the sky.

After a large amount of the rubble composing the mountain range fell off, the cold light hidden within became clearer, finally revealing its complete form.

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That was actually a giant cyan blade!