Chapter 613: The Voice of the God

For those who have passed the first trial, they possess a great degree of freedom; they can choose to leave at any time, or step inside at any time to attempt to push open the gates of the highest palace.

This timeframe is half a year.

Therefore, after agreeing with the Captain, Xu Qing chose to return to wait for the oil the Captain mentioned, while also adapting to his Poison Prohibition Eye.

As for the Captain, because his true body was sealed deep within the lake, the physique that appeared inside the gate was merely a manifestation of his consciousness, so he could not leave and had to remain there.

Regarding this, the Captain did not mind in the slightest; he stared at the totem of Red Mother and continued to gnaw away like a mad dog, enjoying himself immensely.

Time passed just like that, day by day.

The war in the Jiyue Great Domain grew increasingly intense, taking place in every corner. The suppression by the Red Moon Temple was equally swift and fierce; the flames of war burned continuously, yet the resistance remained strong.

Fifth Grandma and Eighth Grandpa had not returned since they disappeared, and the Prince and Princess Mingmei also went out frequently, though it was unclear what they were busy with.

Consequently, the small medicine shop was less lively than before, but Wu Wu Jianwu remained keen on reciting poetry, Ning Yan still mopped the floor every day, and Li Youfei took on the role of a guard.

You Jing and Mo Gui, the old ritualist, although they noticed that the Prince and the others often went out, did not dare to harbor any thoughts of escaping and maintained the status quo.

As for Xu Qing, during these days, he also frequently left the medicine shop to find a place within the Kusheng Mountain Range to test his Poison Prohibition Eye.

At this moment, his figure shuttled through the mountain range with astonishing speed. Even with the sun tethered to his body and a hat shaped like a trumpet on his head, he had long since grown accustomed to it all.

Now, he could carry on as usual even under this astonishing burden.

His speed was even faster than before, turning into a blur amidst the mountains, and a moment later, he appeared inside a valley.

The rock walls of this valley looked like a honeycomb, bearing traces of corrosion.

The aura of the Poison Prohibition still lingered in the surroundings, causing any living thing that approached to instinctively sense a life-and-death crisis and steer far clear.

This was the place where Xu Qing tested his Poison Prohibition Eye.

After arriving, Xu Qing sensed his surroundings to ensure there were no obstacles, then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, as he opened his eyes, they had already turned pitch black; there were no pupils to be seen, nor any whites of the eyes—everything was black.

If anyone were here to observe him, they would feel as if they were facing an abyss.

Wherever his gaze fell, corrosion appeared instantly, and the power of the Poison Prohibition erupted with a roar, even causing the surroundings to distort, the hazy intent blurring everything.

This scene was extremely similar to the God's Remnant Face opening its eyes in the sky.

It was just that in terms of power, Xu Qing's version was far, far smaller, yet even so, it remained astonishing.

It could be said that since arriving in the Jiyue Great Domain, Xu Qing grew with every passing moment, and if he were to return to Fenghai County now, he would surely shock all his former acquaintances.

Yet, this growth was not without a price.

Just as now, Xu Qing's expression gradually grew complex. This was not the first time he had viewed this place with the Poison Prohibition, but every time he unleashed this divine ability these days, ripples would rise in his heart.

Xu Qing murmured inwardly; in his eyes, while the valley was still a valley, what composed it was not rock, but countless skeletons—some human, some from other races.

The entire world was formed from skeletons, the ground included.

The Gate of Death was the only main melody here, and the gray wind in the distance looked different in Xu Qing's eyes as well.

It was a massive snake of immense size; it opened its mouth in the firmament, and its breath was the source of this gray wind. Every time its body moved, scales would fall off, turning into fly ash that scattered across the earth.

Further away, one could vaguely see the world outside the desert, where it was snowing.

Red snow, like goose feathers, drifted down, but unfortunately, ninety-nine percent of cultivators could not see this scene.

"And the Remnant Face in the sky."

Xu Qing silently looked up, gazing at the Remnant Face that appeared faintly above the gray wind and red snow, it... was opening its eyes.

The place it was looking at was not here.

Different visions see different worlds; which one is the truth?

Xu Qing was silent. After a long while, he lowered his head and took out a scorpion used for experiments.

This scorpion was over a zhang in size. After Xu Qing took it out, it shivered there, not daring to resist or struggle, as if to it, the Xu Qing before it was a god.

And in Xu Qing's eyes, the form of this scorpion was also different from a normal view; it was not a scorpion, but a dim light source, its shape even constantly changing, as if wriggling.

Finally, this light source dimmed completely, turned pitch black, and vanished from Xu Qing's sight.

If an outsider were here, they would see the scorpion... turn into a pool of blood.

After a long time, Xu Qing raised his hand and let his gaze fall upon his palm. It was still a palm. Only, there were some dandelion-like fluff covering it densely, trying to absorb his flesh and blood.

Some had even burrowed into his flesh and were spreading inward.

It should have been excruciatingly painful, yet Xu Qing felt nothing at all.

He knew what that was.

Heterogeneity...

Xu Qing whispered. He had known about the heterogeneity of this world from the moment he was born, and after he began cultivating, he understood it even better.

It was just that often, as one's cultivation base improved and one gradually drifted away from the mundane, the pain brought by heterogeneity seemed to have been ignored without one realizing it.

And the alienation brought by cultivation also seemed to become less and less. But Xu Qing understood that this was due to the difference in levels; in reality, the torture that heterogeneity inflicted upon the mundane still existed, such as the curse of the Jiyue Great Domain, which was one such example.

He knew very well that he could not think heterogeneity was nothing to fear just because his shadow could devour it.

As now, he sensed the heterogeneity once again.

"Heterogeneity is alive..."

Xu Qing's mind rippled as he sensed this world once more.

The giant snake in the sky was formed by the heterogeneity of the Upper God who traded with the Captain, including this wind.

The red snow in the firmament was the heterogeneity of Red Mother.

The fluff on his palm was the heterogeneity drifting here, its origin unknown.

He imagined that in other places, there would be even more heterogeneity, and of similar types; as long as it was a place a god had walked or looked upon, heterogeneity would form.

Heterogeneity is not just one kind.

My Poison Prohibition, in essence, is also a kind of heterogeneity.

That is why the Poison Prohibition previously harmed all things and all races, and now, what I see with my eyes is even clearer... it invades everything.

A black light flashed in Xu Qing's eyes, and instantly, the fluff on his hand trembled, turned entirely pitch black, and fell off, revealing Xu Qing's skin.

And on the skin, one could see a black ghost face covering the area where the fluff had been.

Evil, cold, death, and ominousness—these were all the auras of this ghost face.

This is the Poison Prohibition in the eyes of a god.

It can be one ghost face, or several, and each one is heterogeneity, capable of breeding on its own under Xu Qing's gaze.

For any existence whose status is inferior to it, this... is a curse.

After Xu Qing closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again, he looked at his shadow.

The shadow trembled, revealing a fluctuation of fawning emotion.

Xu Qing's expression was somewhat strange; this was not the first time he had looked at his shadow with the Poison Prohibition Eye, and every time... it was actually different.

Looking at it now, it had changed again, turning into a back view. This back view was tall and sturdy, giving one a sense of explosive power, while also carrying a touch of ferocity and dominance, its momentum like a rainbow.

Yet the next instant, it changed again, becoming a mass of ink, flowing around Xu Qing. After a long while, Xu Qing withdrew his gaze.

Then, what does the heterogeneity of the Remnant Face look like?

Xu Qing suddenly had an impulse; he wanted to experience what the heterogeneity of the Remnant Face was.

But he also had a premonition that this was very dangerous.

Xu Qing pondered for a moment, but still suppressed his curiosity. This world contained too much weirdness, and intense curiosity often brought great terror.

"You want to know the heterogeneity of the God's Remnant Face?" Just as Xu Qing gave up, the Prince's voice suddenly appeared. His figure, devoid of breath, floated in mid-air, looking at Xu Qing.

Princess Mingmei was there too.

"Greetings to the two seniors."

Xu Qing immediately cupped his fists in a bow.

Princess Mingmei nodded, looking at Xu Qing, and spoke calmly.

"If you want to see it, then take a look. That way, you will also know what you will have to face in the future."

When she said these words, Princess Mingmei's eyes were profound.

Hearing this, a sharp light flashed in Xu Qing's eyes. After thinking for a moment, he did not hesitate further. His body swayed, rising directly from the valley and rushing into the sky.

He sped all the way, flying higher and higher, until he flew out of the range of the giant snake and out of the aftereffects of the red snow. The moment he was at the highest point, he finally felt the heterogeneity of the Remnant Face.

"Om-a-bi-re, Tuo-ta-jia-duo-ye, Ga-zha-re, Tuo-di-ye..." A whispering voice appeared in Xu Qing's sea of consciousness, but it was not heard; it was seen. This did not conform to common sense.

Yet at this instant, that was exactly how it was for Xu Qing. He himself did not know why it was like this, but he was certain the voice did not come from his ears; it was truly, through his own eyes, that it emerged in his mind.

At first, this complex, curse-like sound was only very faint, but gradually it grew louder and louder, finally erupting into a roar. Xu Qing's sea of consciousness was violent, repeating and echoing continuously.

Xu Qing's body trembled, appearing to overlap, and his soul was even separating, as if tearing apart. His body and the surrounding void fused together, becoming blurred.

A life-and-death crisis flooded into Xu Qing's perception. He sank down violently, and at this instant, a large number of strange changes occurred throughout his body. He clearly sensed that all his organs were beginning to come alive, and he sensed his past appearing all around him.

Those memories of the past seemed to be walking out of illusory scenes, about to become real.