Alien Dust

Chapter 415: Reshaping the Dao Heart
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In the Battle Song Hall, the stone door slowly opened.

A stern man with semi-long hair and a thin, fair-skinned man walked out together. They had faint smiles on their faces, and when they looked around, they couldn't help but reveal a sense of superiority.

"Congratulations to both of you for successfully forging your souls." said the red-robed elder who was guarding the stone gate.

“Many of our fellow disciples succeeded in forging their souls this time, but not many of them came out alive,” said another guardian.

"Do you two know what happened in Battle Song Mountain?" the red-robed elder asked seriously.

"This is a long story. We originally fought for the totem together with many of our fellow disciples and stepped into the third level of the Battle Song Mountain hand in hand. But we never expected that a guy named Cai Ting, in order to fight for the Thunder God Totem, would fight with us and kill nearly three hundred of our fellow disciples. It was quite brutal!" Yin Zhiyu said at this time.

If they put all the blame on another person, Shengzong would not bother them anymore.

The Holy Sect encourages competition among fellow disciples, but competition and slaughter are two different things.

Leng Shu naturally knew that the killing of the War Song Alliance this time was a bit hasty, after all, there was still one survivor.

But it is impossible for the other party to come out of the Battle Song Mountain in a short period of time. It would be best if he died, as there would be no evidence. Even if he survived, it would not have much impact. He could not cause much trouble. He had already successfully forged his soul, and the entire Holy Sect had to fear him.

"Junior Brother Leng, congratulations." At this time, a woman in a red robe walked towards here. She had a beautiful face, a slim figure, and outstanding temperament.

Leng Shu was stunned for a moment and almost didn't recognize him. After looking carefully, he found that it was Qingxi who left Zhan Ge Mountain earlier than them.

Qingxi successfully forged the soul and obtained a purple cloud chi.

In just two months, Qingxi's temperament changed. She became like a Purple Cloud Saint, strong, confident, calm and generous. With a more luxurious red robe of a master, it was obvious that she had completed the transformation.

Moreover, this red robe is obviously only temporary. It won’t be long before she is promoted to a female Mingzun and wears a royal robe.

"It's been a while since we last met. Senior Sister Qingxi has completely transformed. Even the phoenixes in the sky are not as bright and beautiful as you." Leng Shu smiled again, his eyes showing a hint of heat.

"Brother Leng, have you seen Cai Ting? It's been so long and there's no news from him." Qingxi asked.

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Leng Shu's face lost its warmth.

He seemed unwilling to even give a false reply. He just turned around and walked out of the Battle Song Hall, saying, "Senior Sister, I need to retreat for a while. We'll meet again when we have time."

Qingxi wanted to ask about what happened in Battle Song Mountain, but Leng Shu had already walked out in big strides.

"Junior Brother Yin." Qingxi didn't know how to stop him, so she could only ask Yin Zhiyu who was passing by.

"Sister Qingxi, why are you so stupid? Senior Brother Lengshu has completed the soul forging, and the soul he forged is the Thunder God Qilin. In the near future, Senior Brother Lengshu will be second only to the Qilin girl. It would be fine if you don't say something nice, but you are also bringing up irrelevant issues." Yin Zhiyu laughed and stared at Qingxi with half-closed eyes.

"I don't quite understand why Senior Brother Leng Shu would be unhappy when Junior Brother Cai Ting was mentioned?" Qingxi said.

"It's nothing, figure it out yourself." Yin Zhiyu's eyes quickly swept over Qingxi's figure, snorted contemptuously, and then strode outside.

The moment they step out of the Battle Song Mountain, they are no longer the same as before. In this prosperous Tongtian City and the Yunzhong Holy Nation that is like a divine palace in heaven, countless people will kneel at their feet. It is time to settle accounts with those old enemies, and naturally, they can also make some beautiful saints who they once dared not covet surrender!

Qingxi watched the two people leave and had a bad feeling in her heart.

When he left Battle Song Mountain, the Battle Song Alliance had grown to more than 300 people. According to Leng Shu's ideas, everyone should return with a full load.

But soon after that, very few fellow disciples came out, and even those who did came out had no contact with the War Song Alliance...

Why didn't any of the more than 300 people come out? Moreover, several red-robed elders were secretly accusing Cai Ting of brutal killing and killing the people of the War Song Alliance.

How can I explain this to Ming Zun and Qilin Girl?

"Could it be that Junior Brother Cai Ting and Leng Shu were fighting each other?"

"If this is the case, Junior Brother will be in great danger."

"Ugh……"

Qingxi let out a long sigh and for a moment didn't know what to do.

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Inside the mountain and river monument,

Bai Ze raised his head and watched a figure fly from this side of the mountain to the other side of the sky. After it touched the ground, an exaggerated mountain of dust surged up and soared into the sky. It took an unknown amount of time for the mountain of dust to slowly return to the ground, and there was a half-dead person lying on the ground.

This person is Wu Hen.

Although the injuries on his body were extremely serious, one could say that he was on the verge of death, but this was nothing compared to Wu Hen's heart-breaking collapse.

In the past, collapses would at least lead to a certain bottom, but the collapse from fighting against Si Zai was an infinite fall, which was getting faster and faster. After building up a little confidence and feeling that I could climb out of this deep pit of collapse, I discovered that the entire pit was in a huge bottomless abyss, with multiple falls!
The heart of Tao was completely shattered.

Let alone ten thousand years, even if I were given one hundred million years, I would not be able to defeat Si Zai.

There was a slight tremor in his right arm. Wu Hen collapsed on the ground, tilting his head to look at the Black Miracle Death Sword.

The Black Miracle Death Sword still shone brightly. Although Xiaoyi was crawling on the ground like a knocked-down witch dragon, one could feel that he still had fighting spirit.

"We are no match for it right now. There is no point in fighting. Why don't I think of other ways to escape first, and then challenge it again when I'm stronger?" Wu Hen said.

Xiaoyi did not agree.

Xiaoyi was very calm about failure.

Perhaps it was because at the beginning of its birth, it had experienced various temperings in the entire alien universe, and was reshaped countless times on the brink of extinction. Its immortal soul merged with the sword spirit. It only had desire for this power that was superior to itself, and had no fear.

When the male and female dragon Kun were biting each other, Wu Hen had also caught a glimpse of Xiao Yi's past. It was not an eternal and invincible existence. In fact, most of its long life was destroyed and shattered. But probably because it was a sword, all this was a kind of tempering for it...

Wu Hen didn't know how much time had passed.

I also forgot how many times I have challenged Si Zai.

The Chaos Moon was still hanging high in the sky, like the red eyes of a blue god, staring at Wu Hen with majesty without anger.

Wu Hen could not see any hope at all. This feeling was no different from humans exhausting all their wisdom and finally being able to step out of the solar system, only to find out that the solar system was like dust in the Milky Way, and the Milky Way was just an insignificant spot in the entire universe. There are countless such spots.

The same is true for the contest of power. The scary thing about the disaster is that it allows you to observe it and let you experience its vastness, just as people can see extremely distant constellations, but reason tells you that you can never reach them.

Wu Hen couldn't find any breakthrough.

He finally managed to withstand the might of the two imperial thunders from Leishan and Leichuan, only to find that they were just the tip of the iceberg of his disaster-controlling powers.

Every time Si Zai used his divine power, Wu Hen would be abused thousands of times. Finally, he found a glimmer of opportunity and broke through it once. Then Si Zai slowly used another kind of divine power...

This is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that Si Zai can transform into Canghuo Yinglong, Yuhuang Qilin, Yuegong Fengji, Houtu Shenhuang, Feiyu Baidi, Sha Chiyou, Xue Xingtian...all of them are the most powerful mythical beings that Wu Hen is not qualified to see in the world of painting scrolls.

If we take them one by one, they are all characters who created the world in the long-standing mythology and legends of mankind. How could I have the qualifications to fight them one by one, or to be beaten up by them in a group!
Once the heart of Tao is broken, the spirit, energy and vitality cannot be recovered.

Wu Hen felt like a half-dead sapling, drooping in the soil. Every time he tried to thrive, he was baptized by thunder, rainstorms, floods, droughts, and insect plagues. In addition, there were more than a dozen strong and powerful gods who, as soon as they saw the signs of germination, would step on him heavily, trampling him to pieces and destroying his mind.

If you keep fighting, you will get lost!

As if sensing that Wu Hen's soul had been crushed, Xiao Yi transformed into a small witch dragon, coiled around Wu Hen's arm, and moved his smooth black head closer.

"Am I the worst host you have ever led?" Wu Hen said to Xiaoyi with a wry smile.

In fact, Xiaoyi's language ability is not very strong. It's not that he does not have extremely high intelligence, but his wisdom also has the form of simplicity. His wisdom is to keep everything simple, so much so that Bai Ze always calls him brainless.

In fact, if you don't have a brain, you won't have so many worries. It takes a thousand years to sharpen a sword and ten thousand years to forge a weapon spirit. Time is a concept that only humans have. For the immortal life of a sword spirit, it only needs to focus on doing things that it approves of and does not need to care about the passage of time.

The reason why humans are anxious and easily broken-hearted is that they are chased by their life spans, and they are afraid of wasting time, and even more afraid of wasting their most brilliant youth...

"You want to tell me not to care about time?" Wu Hen felt what Xiaoyi conveyed.

Wu Hen understood that Xiaoyi was encouraging himself and reshaping his soul.

"You're right. You've lived in this universe for who knows how many years, but you still maintain this mental state of being happy when you're full. It's true that I have too many concerns and worries."

"I only need to focus on one thing, defeat it, and forget about everything else. Time is something we humans have imagined to limit ourselves. Thoughts, spirits, and souls are actually dark matter in the universe. Dark matter is eternal, and so am I."

After adjusting his state of mind, Wu Hen stood up and tightly grasped the Black Miracle Death Sword in his hand.

The buds of lightning bloomed again in Wu Hen's body and soul. The darkness enveloped him, and miracles reappeared. A vague shadow suddenly emerged in the vast sky and earth again. It was both a human figure and a sword shadow.

At the same time, the Moon of Chaos changed again, and there was a moon disaster wind in the mountains and rivers. The Moon Palace Wind Lady was like a fairy Chang'e in a painting, standing above the rolling disaster wind, looking down at Wu Hen who had once again manifested the black miracle!

(End of this chapter)