Chapter 667

The Embroidery Threads Appear

The wind and sand were annihilated.

A churning mushroom cloud, like a black grim reaper, slowly rose from the devastated ruins. Endless light and heat filled the sky. From any angle in the Red Dust Domain, this world-destroying scene could be seen.

The visibly rippling aftershocks frantically spread to the surroundings, shaking the residents who were still fleeing or had already fled into the Red Dust Main City so hard that they couldn't stand firmly. They looked in horror in the direction where the nuclear explosion occurred, and for a moment, their breathing stopped.

The last time the Red Dust Domain suffered a nuclear strike was over three hundred years ago. And after generation upon generation of changes, the residents of the current Red Dust Domain had long forgotten the terror of a nuclear strike; they had never seen such a shocking scene. Even the combined damage area caused by everyone in the Witchcraft Association before was not as large as the range of the single nuclear strike detonated by the Lord of Wuji.

The churning black grim reaper slowly drifted up to the clouds, looking down at all living beings. The prelude to the "Realm Extermination War" truly opened at this moment.

"That kind of monster, who can deal with it..."

A figure hid in the shadow of the walls of the Red Dust Main City, muttering to himself.

His name was Mu Changdong, an Architect of the Floating Life Painting. His daily work was to maintain the "Scroll" of a certain district in the Red Dust Main City, and now he was responsible for guarding the main city gate to prevent the people from the Witchcraft Association from massacring residents.

After witnessing this nuclear explosion, he couldn't figure out how the Red Dust Domain could win.

At this time, at the gate of the Red Dust Main City, numerous town residents who had fled for their lives were also looking with pale faces at the direction where the mushroom cloud rose. That wasteland, now annihilated into nothingness, was once the home where they had lived for generations.

If they hadn't fled to the Red Dust Main City in time, I'm afraid they would have already...

"Mother, I'm scared..."

"Don't be scared, don't be scared." The Mother covered her child's eyes, her lips trembling as she spoke, not knowing whether she was comforting her or comforting herself. "It's fine... We'll be fine..."

"Will we also turn into mushrooms?"

"No... Didn't they say the Red Dust has a Divine Being's protection?" A refugee who had similarly fled to the main city gate beside them suddenly spoke.

The Mother opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment, and could only go along with this to comfort her daughter, "Yes, the Red Dust has Lord Divine Being's protection... We won't turn into mushrooms."

The girl's eyes were covered, and her body was still trembling slightly from fear. Hearing these words, she finally seemed to regain some courage, clasping her hands together and praying devoutly:

"I hope Lord Divine Being can come save me... I don't want to turn into a mushroom."

Hearing this, Mu Changdong felt somewhat helpless in his heart.

As a member of the Floating Life Painting, of course he knew what the so-called "Divine Being" legends were all about.

That was nothing more than a group of Floating Life Painting members who were bored out of their minds and couldn't suppress their desire to show off and be worshipped, secretly making it up. They casually manipulated the weather and altered the environment using the power of the "Scroll", and in the eyes of some residents, they became omnipotent "gods"... When Mu Changdong was in the mood in the past, he had played like this too. Manifesting holiness in front of people, who didn't like it?

But ultimately, that was just a group of irresponsible Second-Tier or Third-Tier Architects. The Lord of Wuji could slap hundreds of them to death with a single strike...

Now, the "gods" played by this group of guys had actually become the life-saving straw in the hearts of the masses; it couldn't be described as anything but ironic.

"If there really was a god... how wonderful would that be."

Mu Changdong looked in the direction where the nuclear explosion disappeared and sighed heavily.

...

Nuclear Ruins.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Weak coughing sounds rang out from between the shattered earth. The completely charred Lü Liangren staggered to his feet, crimson blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

This battlefield had experienced his great battle with Brand, the joint bombardment of several Hall Masters, and then the Lord of Wuji's Earth Avatar and the nuclear explosion. Now it had turned into a super giant crater sunken deeply below the horizon.

Burning embers flew in the air, and the charred earth was deathly still and desolate, like being in a crater on the surface of the moon. Not a trace of the Red Dust Domain could be seen anymore.

"Damn it..."

Lü Liangren's gaze swept over the surroundings, as if locking onto something. His pupils slightly contracted, and he staggered towards it.

His originally neat white clothes were already completely ruined. He used his hands to dig away a patch of charred wasteland, and a half-shattered Picture Frame gradually appeared before his eyes; the abstract face inside had also disappeared.

Lü Liangren was stunned.

"...Hey! Hey!!" Lü Liangren grabbed the fragment of the half Picture Frame, his eyes full of bloodshot veins. "Wanxiang! Wanxiang!!"

"It seems his body wasn't as sturdy as yours."

A calm voice came from behind him.

Lü Liangren abruptly turned his head to look, only to see that the Earth Giant towering into the clouds still stood on the charred wasteland. But at this moment, there was no longer the brilliance of the Philosopher's Stones on the top of the giant's head, nor did it move. It stood quietly in place like a sculpture.

At this time, in front of the giant's remains, a figure draped in a scientific research robe was walking slowly towards here.

With a casual toss, an item left his hand and fell towards the earth.

That was the other half of the Picture Frame, only it had now been transformed into Glass. As it fell to the ground, it shattered into residue all over the floor with a bang. Half a deathly still and gray abstract face slowly drifted away in front of Lü Liangren.

The Second Hall, dead.

Lü Liangren stared blankly at this scene, his hand holding the other half of the Picture Frame trembling with anger!

"Wuji!!"

He let out an angry roar and gripped the eight-foot ink brush with all his might. Like a general brandishing a halberd, he charged desperately towards him!

Monstrous killing intent turned into a substantial ink army, churning and extending from his side. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of armored cavalry filled the space around Lü Liangren, fiercely crashing around the Lord of Wuji and drowning him within!

But the next moment, the Lord of Wuji's body actually transformed into flowing mercury. He allowed these armored horses drawn from ink to smash his body, but they failed to cause him the slightest harm...

The surging mercury body swayed gently within the ink army. When he reappeared, he had already arrived in front of Lü Liangren.

Lü Liangren's pupils abruptly contracted!

He waved his ink brush with extremely fast reactions. The tip of the brush instantly wove out the blade of a halberd. But the moment it touched the Lord of Wuji, it actually directly dispersed and flew apart, drifting away lightly in mid-air...

Replaced by a patch of flying cotton like dandelions, brushing past the Lord of Wuji's calm cheek.

At the same time, Lü Liangren's right hand that originally held the eight-foot ink brush also transformed into a sky full of cotton. A gentle breeze brushed past, leaving it completely empty.

Lü Liangren's eyes were filled with disbelief!

"Killing you means the Floating Life Painting is exterminated."

The Lord of Wuji spoke indifferently. His slender palm subsequently raised, gently touching towards Lü Liangren's cheek...

Right at this moment,

A red Embroidery Thread threaded out from the empty nothingness, instantly winding around the Lord of Wuji's wrist!