Chapter 414: With me, Mu Qingtong, I will create a new world!
Hearing the news of the K-masked man’s death did not improve Ye Li Dongjun’s mood much.
He slowly closed his eyes, tapping the armrest of his wheelchair rhythmically. Gorgeous streams of red and blue light radiated from his fingertips like ripples on a lake, spreading outwards. These ripples swept across the military and core areas, echoing like a symphony on the ravaged land, seemingly gathering some kind of information to piece together the past of this place.
Unfortunately, all traces of battle in the entire fortress had been erased, leaving no usable information for analysis. The young man in the wheelchair rubbed his temples with a slight headache. Plans could not keep up with changes; not only had Dong Sheng Fortress been plundered clean, but the K-masked man’s treasures were also lost in the River of Time and Space. If he had died in the outside world, it would have been better, but dying in the River of Time and Space yielded no benefit for Ye Li Dongjun.
Of course, Ke Yanqing was also unhappy. She had thought she could take this opportunity to reclaim her Mother’s remnant spirit and achieve great merit. After all, her Golden Sparrow Flower sect did not care about Sirius’s life or death, but she had failed in the end. And all of this was because of the Q-masked man’s Sea of Time Cold Crystal!
Projections of Yuji Pao and Jiang Qiue also appeared on the battlefield. Yuji Pao said with joy, “Although the Q-masked man escaped, falling into the River of Time and Space is no different from death, right?” The Q-masked man and the K-masked man had together defiled Jiang Qiue in the Water Curtain Cave on Witch Island. Yuji Pao would never forget this incident and hated both of them. Now that neither of them had a good end, he was naturally happy.
“As long as absolute death is not confirmed, anything is possible.” The old man in the holy robe stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the moon on the horizon. His aged eyes narrowed, and he turned to ask, “Tian Yuan, what does the Holy Lady say?” The surface of the Golden Long Staff glowed with golden light, as if communicating with some mysterious existence. After a moment, a muffled, concise reply came: “The Holy Lady’s decree has taken effect.”
Seeing this, the old man in the holy robe and Uphiel nodded. Although they were not sure which masked man was Sirius, it was good enough that Sirius No. 2 was dead. Now, only Sirius No. 1, who was merely a First-stage Spirit Master, remained, and he would not be difficult to deal with.
The numbering of Sirius was not chronological. When the second Sirius first appeared, it looked exactly the same as the first. The Astronomical Bureau could not discern which one appeared first, causing complete confusion. In the end, they had no choice but to designate the Sirius that no longer appeared as No. 1, and the other as No. 2. According to the star chart data of Sirius No. 2’s four flashes, the Astronomical Bureau could roughly deduce several trajectory patterns in the Sirius Star Domain. With this trajectory pattern, the Astronomical Bureau was confident that they would not confuse the two when Sirius No. 1 reappeared. Of course, with Sirius No. 2 now vanquished, there would be no further confusion.
“Your Excellencies, if you have no objections, this blood belongs to our Black Moon Holy See.” The woman in the green dress looked towards the center of the battlefield, where three drops of the K-masked man’s blood remained where the Spacetime Turbulence had disappeared. According to the pre-arranged distribution plan, Tian Yuan would not need treasures as long as he could kill Sirius, Sirius’s blood would go to the Black Moon Holy See, the body to Ye Li Dongjun, the Golden Sparrow Flower would receive a God Relic, and all remaining treasures would go to the Angel Uphiel. However, only three drops of blood were left on the battlefield, and no other items. Uphiel’s brow pattern flashed, and he glanced at the K-masked man’s blood. There was nothing unusual, just ordinary blood. Everyone knew that the Black Moon Saintess, Jiang Qiue, had cultivated a Spirit Robe related to blood. The blood of a genius like the K-masked man was indeed a treasure for her. Uphiel and Ye Li Dongjun nodded lightly. Jiang Qiue’s beautiful eyes were ethereal. After softly thanking the two Excellencies, she beckoned, and the three suspended drops of blood were absorbed into her brow. Unlike true dragon blood, the blood of dragon scions and half-dragons quickly lost its vitality and dragon blood characteristics after leaving the body, becoming no different from ordinary blood. However, she had a very special method to create a new K-masked man’s body using this blood! Of course, this was not resurrection, nor could it achieve it. She just wanted to see if a K-masked man’s body without consciousness and soul could still possess dragon blood characteristics, thereby providing her with a steady supply of delicious dragon blood. Of course, there was another reason: she was very curious about who was hidden beneath the K-masked man’s mask!
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River of Time and Space.
Here, there was no discernible origin, nor an end in sight. Walls of information light, painted with trillions of colors, silently passed through the black-dressed woman’s body, one after another. Time here seemed to have a tangible form, forming a stream of light that flowed and vanished around the woman. Mu Qingtong lay on her back in the river, her golden eyes unblinking, lost in thought. —Why is this world always so boring? She was always pondering this question. The Empire, a nation unified and reformed eight thousand years ago, still retained its rotting noble system, inefficient administration, indoctrinated lower classes, and self-serving individuals, just like the imperial era. Perhaps it had once been glorious. But from the Garden to White Emperor City, all facts proved that ants occupied high positions, and maggots ruled the world. This empire had been rotten since its inception, decaying in the lies of greed and deception. And what she could not tolerate the most was that after so many years, she had been living under these maggots. It was truly ridiculous. From this perspective, compared to the Empire’s ‘council system,’ the ‘monarchic imperial system’ of the imperial era indeed had certain advantages. The Central Court Council, a group of ants with only power, and the Four Great Pillar Kingdoms, a group of maggots crawling on the Empire. The reason for these various problems from the Garden to White Emperor City was precisely because this world lacked a true king. —Lacked a king who could lead all beings and establish inviolable regulations! In fact, she had thought that Mr. Xia was qualified to be king. If Mr. Xia were willing, she could help him reform the world and create a new order, which would surely be… very interesting. Unfortunately. The king she had chosen had died. This world had once again become boring and corrupt, devoid of any novelty. However, it didn’t matter. Since Mr. Xia was dead, she would personally accomplish all of this! Perhaps, from the moment she stepped into the Garden, she had already determined what the meaning of her existence had been throughout the past nineteen years. —To end this boring and corrupt world! With her, Mu Qingtong, creating a new order and a new world for this world! “Mr. Xia, I’m sure you would like this new world.” The black-dressed woman lay on her back in the stream of light. Directly above her, the floating skull’s cheekbones gleamed gold, its empty eye sockets seeping with dim light, gazing at her as if it could hear her cool, light voice. Of course, she did not receive Mr. Xia’s affirmative answer, nor did she hear his irritating, taunting laughter. However, since Mr. Xia did not answer, she would take it as his tacit agreement… “…” Tsk, how ridiculous. She suddenly realized that she had actually grown accustomed to Mr. Xia’s presence, accustomed to his unpredictable and noisy nature. “Miss Mu, do you like me?” She had also grown accustomed to Mr. Xia’s repeated questions. Unfortunately, this question… The black-dressed woman looked at the light-gold eyes in front of her, which were like a serene lake on a sacred mountain, detached from the mortal world. However, they were now gradually dimming and becoming unfathomable, revealing the violent crimson blood buried deep at the bottom of the dark lake, no longer concealed. It had to be said that Mr. Xia’s departure did make her feel very uncomfortable, but not overwhelmingly so. She was just a little angry, a little annoyed, and a little bit murderous… Because she believed that Mr. Xia would be resurrected. Yes, that’s right. Even though in reality, Xia Feng had no possibility of resurrection, Mu Qingtong still suspected that this scoundrel was playing a trick on her, and perhaps he would appear again tomorrow, the day after, or the day after that, and then laugh triumphantly, “Miss Mu, did you cry when I died~?” Cry? She, Mu Qingtong, had never known what crying was. She had never cried since she was a child, nor had she shed tears for anyone. Mr. Xia’s departure was not worth her expending so much sorrow, nor did it elicit even the slightest physiological reaction from her tear glands! She only needed to wait a little longer, and Mr. Xia would probably appear before her on his own! So, she was not worried at all. Her beautiful eyes calmed down. Mu Qingtong hugged Xia Feng’s head tightly again. Her black-dressed figure was engulfed by a spacetime crack that appeared in front of her. Vanished without a trace.
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Place of Seal, under the World Tree.
The star-skirt woman leaned lazily on the divine seat, propping her chin with her hand, her long legs crossed. Her pale dragon tail swayed back and forth beneath her skirt. Just as she was about to take out her diary to write down her thoughts for the day, her dragon tail instantly stiffened. Her half-lowered eyelids snapped open, and terrifying killing intent erupted from her majestic vertical pupils. Whoosh— She shot into the sky at an eerie speed, a pale afterimage trailing behind her, attempting to reach the towering World Tree. “Zzizizz!!” But in the next moment, the black-gold divine seat erupted with countless deep black mist streams, instantly forming eighteen black-gold chains that bound the star-skirt woman in the air. Her wrists, ankles, thighs, waist, back, shoulders, and neck… The chains screeched and vibrated, forcefully yanking Di Si’s entire body. But Di Si ignored the restraints behind her. The dark gold holy cross between her eyebrows shone even brighter, her divine eyes narrowing into terrifying, white abyssal slits. She stepped on the air with her bare feet, hovering above the World Tree’s canopy. In an instant, her vertical pupils seemed to traverse through endless time and space, arriving at a ravaged land. On the land, there were four ants. Her divine thought continued to penetrate, entering the central spacetime vortex. The scene of the black-robed K-masked man being pierced through the chest by the Sword of God was instantly imprinted in her pupils. Her vertical pupils shrunk into dangerous, pale needle-like slits. “Boom!!!” A terrifying spacetime explosion obscured all heavenly secrets. Di Si felt a stinging pain in both eyes, but she did not close them. Her vertical pupils continued to stare coldly at everything in the River of Time and Space, at everything in Dong Sheng Fortress, remembering each face. “Bang bang bang—” The sealing chains behind her were still vibrating and tightening madly, attempting to forcibly pull this great being back, but to no avail. Di Si could feel the seal beginning to accelerate its consumption of her body and soul. Boundless pain made her feel as if she could hear countless undead and bizarre entities roaring and wailing in her ears, dragging her into the abyss of despair known as Fengdu. This was punishment for her using her divine thought to break through the seal’s obstruction. The word “pain” was not enough to describe even a fraction of it. However, Di Si ignored it, her gaze continuing to peer towards the end of the River of Time and Space. She saw the believer’s head. She saw the witch shedding blood from her eyes. Under the guidance of her divine thought, the believer’s head traveled against the river’s flow of light and reached the witch. Without lingering, her divine thought traversed through layers of space again, directly arriving in the Astral Realm, locking onto the star corresponding to the believer’s location. —Sirius Domain, Sirius? The surface of the dark star steadily cracked, as if the planet’s core had been pierced by something invisible. Cracks rapidly spread and expanded on the outer shell. Red light spewed forth, and in an instant, this entire domain turned into nothingness, annihilated in a flash! As if it had never existed. The collapse of the star represented the complete death of its corresponding Spirit Master. Under the effect of the Holy Lady’s decree, there was no possibility of resurrection! Her narrow, needle-like vertical pupils were cold, staring fixedly at this scene. The prolonged breakthrough of the seal further ignited the Calamity Force and pain within her. A scarlet bloodline trickled down her left eye and onto her cheek. Swish— The chains vibrated, and the star-skirt woman traced a pale afterimage in the air, being forcibly pulled back and thrown against the divine seat. The Pale Contract Seal on the believer had vanished! Her only connection to the believer was silently severed, causing her heart to clench violently. The believer, dead?! Di Si never expected that she had just accepted the Evil Witch’s challenge not long ago, and such a sudden change had occurred. This useless witch! She was right beside the believer, yet she couldn’t protect her at all. And she still dared to challenge me?! Di Si’s fingertips dug into her palm, her face hidden in darkness appearing to suppress endless divine wrath, nearing the breaking point. At this moment, her desire to leave the Place of Seal was stronger than ever. Being sealed here, she couldn’t even protect her believer and could only watch her die. But it was too late to say anything now. “No.” Di Si’s dim vertical pupils seemed to recall something. She raised her divine eyes, her low voice suppressing surging divine wrath, and whispered hoarsely, “Something is not right…” As she contemplated, the Calamity Force Erosion within her became more terrifying, her soul feeling as if it were being gnawed by trillions of ghostly insects, boundless pain. However, she ignored her worsening physical condition. She just raised her vertical pupils, her deep and ancient gaze beginning to recall. Based on her senses, the Pale Contract Seal left on the believer had indeed vanished. But recalling the scene she had just seen in the Astral Realm, she keenly discovered an anomaly. The moment the planet disintegrated, a barely discernible red thread on its back also disappeared. At first, Di Si thought it was a curse similar to the Holy Lady’s decree, but now it seemed otherwise. Because that red thread did not disappear due to the believer’s death, but had actively concealed itself, turning into a speck of Star Dust and vanishing. If one did not observe carefully, even she would not have noticed it. Star Dust… The entire Astral Realm was filled with Star Dust, corresponding to individual common beings. Why was there such a strange speck of Star Dust on the surface of Sirius, and why was it not swallowed by such a massive celestial body? It was clearly not normal. Perhaps… this speck of Star Dust was the believer? The divine woman’s cold vertical pupils slightly lifted, as if traversing countless spaces again, gazing towards the mysterious other side of the Astral Realm. In the depths of her divine eyes, sadness hid a final trace of anxious hope. Xia Feng, I command you, you must be alive, okay?
