Chapter 500: Jiang Qiue’s Authority
“Bang—!”
As the two conversed, a withered hand emerged from the snow layer, striking the bottom of the light membrane. Following it, more and more withered hands crawled onto the spherical light membrane.
These withered hands all carried dense purple mist in their palms.
Clearly, touching these hands would lead to a terrible fate.
Without delay, Xia Feng clenched his fist, his light-gold blood dripping onto the ground from the patterns on his palm.
Instantly, layers of golden waves rippled outward.
“Bang! Bang bang bang!!!” At the same time, dense withered hands completely covered the confined space of less than three meters around the two, forming a sphere of hands on the hill.
Xia Feng’s brow furrowed, and he squeezed his fist again, letting more blood drip onto the ground.
Yet, there was still no reaction, and no space gate appeared.
He raised his head, staring at Jiang Qiue with a blank expression: “Don’t tell me you brought me to the wrong place.”
The woman in the green dress blinked her beautiful eyes, shook her head, and whispered, “The location is definitely correct; it must be a matter of time. Your blood can awaken the sealed god, but for this god to awaken from an endless slumber and open a space gate for us, it will take some time.”
A god?! Xia Feng was stunned.
Jiang Qiue: “So, what we need to do now is wait.”
“Crack—” Above, the light membrane showed its first crack and was about to break. The withered hands outside, like swarming maggots, climbed frantically, trying to burrow in through this crevice.
“…” Xia Feng looked at the horrifying sight that made his hair stand on end, then turned to the woman in the green dress with a blank expression.
So, the seal beneath the hill contained not only a god relic but also a god?
What exactly did this stinky fox want! Xia Feng felt something was amiss. Could the god within the seal be allied with Jiang Qiue?
If so, their plan to plunder the god relic might be in jeopardy.
Of course, whether they plundered the relic or not wasn’t the main concern anymore. The priority now was how to avoid being assimilated by the snowfield’s consciousness!
After all, given the current situation, the best way to deal with the snowfield’s consciousness was to escape quickly. The longer they lingered, the more dangerous it would become.
Even the immortality ability of the Calamity Demon Heart would be useless, as the snowfield’s consciousness wasn’t trying to kill him, but to assimilate him!
To make him a part of the snowfield’s consciousness!
That would be worse than death.
“So, how long do we need to wait?” Xia Feng asked doubtfully.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?!” Xia Feng’s eyelids twitched. Disbelievingly, he asked, “Aren’t you usually timid? You dare to come here without knowing how long we have to wait?!”
Jiang Qiue’s delicate brows furrowed, and she pursed her lips, displeased:
“Firstly, I’m not timid; I’m cautious. Secondly, I have a plan to deal with the enemy, but I need your coop—”
“Crack, crack—” The cracks on the light membrane, like a spiderweb, spread rapidly. The withered hands outside became extremely excited, beating even harder, “Bang bang bang bang!!!”
Jiang Qiue remained unfazed. As green light flashed in her hand, a brush appeared out of thin air.
The handle was greenish, and the black bristles were intertwined with fine gold streams. As her delicate hand danced in the air, she wrote the two words ‘Repair’ in calligraphy.
A talisman materialized out of thin air, floated, and struck the light membrane, scattering into spiritual light. The spiderweb-like cracks were quickly repaired, becoming perfectly intact.
“This is one of my abilities, [Word Talisman], specifically ‘Ink follows words.’ You can think of it as whatever I write will manifest according to my will and reasonable function within the laws, stored in the form of talismans.” Hearing Jiang Qiue’s explanation, Xia Feng finally understood. Previously, this fox had thrown out various talismans like [Escape], [Distant Escape], [Strong Guard], [Strengthen], [Purify], etc., all derived from the [Word Talisman] ability.
“So, this is your spirit artifact?”
Jiang Qiue’s beautiful eyes glanced at him indifferently and nodded: “Mm.”
Just “Mm”? Oh, go to hell! Xia Feng sneered inwardly. As expected, this insidious fox could lie without batting an eye.
He had tried to copy her when he was on Witch Island, but he failed.
This undoubtedly meant that the [Word Talisman] ability this fox possessed was either a god relic or… divine authority itself!
Xia Feng leaned towards the latter. After all, Jiang Qiue had a cultivation seal within her and was related to the Nine-Tails, making it hard not to suspect… that this woman was once a Star God herself!
“The storage limit for talismans created by [Word Talisman] is 10. I have used up all my talismans and need to draw them temporarily.”
“So, Xia Feng, I need you to go out and stop all the approaching malevolent entities from the outside world, preventing them from getting close. Meanwhile, I will continuously draw [Purify] talismans to help you constantly purify the ‘voice of assimilation’ in your heart.”
Jiang Qiue laid out her plan, and Xia Feng couldn’t help but ask, “If that’s the case, why don’t you just create a large number of [Repair] talismans? As long as the defensive light membrane isn’t damaged, wouldn’t that be enough?”
Jiang Qiue shook her head: “Different talismans consume different amounts of mental power. [Repair] requires eight times the mental power of [Purify], an enormous consumption. Therefore, using [Purify] and combining it with your strong physical body is the most likely method to last until the god awakens.”
!
Xia Feng largely understood. He glanced upward; the withered hands were already fiercely striking the light membrane again, the purple mist from their palms seeping onto the membrane in wisps.
“Of course, all of this hinges on you trusting me…”
Jiang Qiue knew Xia Feng didn’t trust her and wanted to say more, but to her astonishment, Xia Feng actually nodded and stood up directly.
“Then let’s begin.”
Without any hesitation, he walked out of the light membrane’s protection.
“You—” Jiang Qiue parted her lips, then stopped herself. She quickly adopted a solemn expression and raised her hand, beginning to move her brush in the air.
Scratch, scratch, scratch—
With the faint sound of snow crunching, Xia Feng stepped out of the light membrane’s protection. The surrounding withered hands ignored his presence, continuing to attack the defensive light net.
He stood at a high vantage point, looking down.
Below the endless white, snow-covered slope, countless headless corpses had already climbed out, appearing dense.
Calling them corpses wasn’t entirely accurate; those emaciated, dried-up figures were more like hybrids of humans and dragons.
They had humanoid forms, but the sharp bone spurs protruding from their backs, the strong and distinct dragon claws, and the malformed wings covered in blood vessels all revealed their ‘dragon’ characteristics.
However, despite the characteristics, there was no trace of draconic aesthetics.
They were more like mutated abominations of other creatures.
Each pair of fleshy wings flapped, and the bizarre blood-red eyes bulging on them, numbering in the tens of thousands, all looked up at Xia Feng, filled with malice.
Xia Feng had a vague feeling that this snowfield consciousness deeply craved him, desired to assimilate him and merge with him, tempting his mind as if telling him: If the Calamity Demon were to gain the power of the snowfield consciousness, he would become invincible in this world, unifying all gods!
“Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable… Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable…”
Buddhist chants and evil whispers merged into a single, harmonious sound. It was like a holy, compassionate melody embracing consciousness and soothing the soul. Xia Feng’s mind was in chaos. The black eyes that had been cold and resolute just moments before gradually became vacant, and wisps of red light overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
