Destiny is ashes

Chapter 1082 Is this ridiculous or not?
"Save your family?"

Even An Jing was momentarily stunned when he heard Wang Xuantong's words.

He didn't care that the other party had tried to provoke him before. After all, a dignified True Lord, a powerful member of the Dragon Clan, would perform a full prostration in front of everyone for the sake of his 'family'... Can you believe how absurd that is?

—He even knelt down and called us family, so what else could we say? We just had to forgive him.

An Jing first scanned the surrounding area, but didn't see any other dragons.

Could it be that Wang Xuantong's family members are so badly injured that he needs to go there in person? If they are really that bad, why not just ask the Four Seasons Dragon God to reverse time and save everything?
Or……

With this thought in mind, An Jing understood. He nodded slightly and softened his tone: "Your family members are human, right? They're within the array within your body? Release them quickly, let me see how things are."

Wang Xuantong raised his head, his expression momentarily stunned. He was still wondering how to explain to An Jing, but he didn't expect that the other party would know the true identity of his 'family' at a glance... He stood up, without saying a word, bowed deeply, and then raised his hand.

At this moment, in His palm, a spacetime that was constantly twisting, as if solidified by an invisible force, slowly emerged.

As Wang Xuantong activated his magic, the frozen space-time unfolded, and dozens of servants and maids of different appearances appeared before everyone.

Their appearance is mostly indistinguishable from humans, except that they either have furry animal ears or soft animal tails swaying behind them. There are more women than men, and each of them is beautiful and has a lively temperament. Obviously, the dragons don't care much about such trivial matters.

But at this moment, all of them had their eyes closed, their faces frozen in extreme pain. Beneath their fair skin, the strange, blood-red lines were frozen in place.

Their bloodline is mutating, their very life essence is being distorted, and they could at any moment completely degenerate into mindless, bloodthirsty monsters that only know how to kill and devour.

No wonder. No wonder Wang Xuantong came looking for me.

An Jing understood instantly.

Seeking help from the Dragon God for his maids and servants is not impossible for a dragon, but Wang Xuantong would not do it unless there were absolutely no other options. He can distinguish between personal feelings and the public spirit of the dragon clan. At present, Wang Xuantong is indeed asking An Jing for help as an 'individual' for the sake of his family, just as he himself said.

He meant it from the bottom of his heart.

"Because they are loved, they also love? Dragons are truly interesting creatures."

If An Jing hadn't met Jin Yanhua and Jin Qixu, he probably wouldn't have thought of this.

He did not respond to Wang Xuantong's words, but stepped forward and carefully observed the situation of the servants and maids whose time had been imprisoned.

Wang Xuantong was stunned.

Because what He imprisons is the entire flow of time in that region.

Theoretically speaking, even a gentle breeze would be frozen at the edge of that area, turning it into a still painting.

But An Jing could easily pass through that invisible barrier of time, as effortlessly as stepping into his own home. He was like an actor in a time-stopped world, able to completely ignore the paradox of time confinement and reach out to touch those whose time had been suspended.

An Jing could even see clearly in the darkness where, theoretically, even light could not flow!
—The Divine Power of the Universe… An Jing’s Divine Power of the Universe is already no less than that of a true Heavenly Dragon!
At the same time, all the sea creatures and dragons listening to An Jing's sermon held their breath and watched this scene with tension.

They could see the state of those servants and maids clearly; they were exactly the same as those of their kind who had been corrupted and transformed by the demonic energy of the Blood Sea. It could be said that they would be completely transformed into demons of the Blood Sea in the next instant.

If An Jing hadn't been there, they probably would have already raised their weapons to attack. This corruption is irreversible; once tainted, there's no turning back. This is a Celestial Venerable's law originating from the peak of Lingxiao, the ninth level of Refining Dao—how could it be easily resolved?
However, if it were Anjing, if it were His Majesty…

"Of course it's possible."

After observing, An Jing nodded slightly. He turned to look at Wang Xuantong, his expression calm: "However, they have been deeply corrupted, and their flesh and blood are no longer meaningful. It can even be said that they only have a little bit of their soul left that still belongs to them, not completely corrupted, while their bodies are already part of the 'sea of ​​blood'."

"Even if time were reversed, it would be meaningless. The erosion of the Blood Sea transcends time and space. Although the Divine Lord's avatar is relatively weak, he is still considered a strong person at the Heavenly Venerable level. His power was maximized in the Heavenly Sea Dragon Court, and he can use himself to reverse and erode the timelines of other beings." At this point, An Jing had already understood.

This is actually the offensive application of the "Return to Oneness" technique in the "Path of Transcendence".

No longer is it the self that connects infinite parallel universes and the past and future, but it uses this power to erode others, turning all beings in the past, future, and infinite parallel universes into a sea of ​​blood.

In this way, will it be possible to ascend to the highest heaven?

The first leader of the Blood Sea, the first God-One Cult, did not know the answer to this question. He obviously did just that, but he did not succeed.

Now, a similar blood sea erosion has appeared on the blood sea spawn. This is a curse that can devour even the physical body and soul, the past and the future. It is almost impossible to reverse. Wang Xuantong has only pressed the pause button and cannot stop it at all.

"I want it repaired."

An Jing continued, "What is needed is not the light of time, but creation itself."

“I need a being that is strong enough and gentle enough to carry these souls with its own flesh and blood. Ideally, this being should also actively control itself, erasing the cells and bloodline will in its own flesh and blood, completely ‘feeding itself to the eagle,’ sacrificing itself to help others. Only in this way can these beings, who have almost lost their foundation and reality, regain themselves.”

“Wang Xuantong, doing this is not difficult. What is difficult is finding someone willing to dedicate themselves to this cause.”

"I."

At that moment, Wang Xuantong was enlightened and answered without hesitation: "Use my flesh and blood."

"it is good."

An Jing smiled, waiting for these words: "To tell you the truth, dedication does not mean sacrifice, and sharing does not mean loss."

Wang Xuantong remained silent. He transformed into his original dragon form and, without hesitation, slashed his side with his sharp dragon claws, tearing off a large chunk of flesh surging with boundless life force. An Jing also made his move at the same time.

"The release time has stopped."

Anjingdao, and Wang Xuantong did not hesitate at all.

hum!
A golden phantom of a divine tree suddenly appeared behind An Jing, with endless veins flowing within it, transforming into starlight. Each star was a magical restriction of the Tai Bai Hao Ling Divine Restriction, and each restriction instantly transformed into a miniature celestial mechanism, like 'a thousand winds'.

These dust-like stars flowed into the dragon's flesh and blood, and also into the flesh and blood of the servants and maids, and then, in the next instant.

Everything broke down.

It was less a decomposition and more a 'refining' process. Anjing's power completely disintegrated the bodies of the corrupted servants and maids, while simultaneously creating a gentle barrier to protect their souls from the sea of ​​blood. Immediately afterward, the killing intent swept across, pulverizing and evaporating all the filthy power of the sea of ​​blood.

Then, those souls that had been freed from their bonds, like weary birds returning to their forests, all surged into the dark golden ocean formed from the blood and flesh of dragons.

An Jing smiled.

—True Lord level flesh and blood? No, it's not just flesh and blood, but an aggregate of spiritual energy and various spiritual materials... I have very little experience handling materials of this level, and with such a large quantity, I need to give it a good try.

—Perfect timing, let's try out the form of the future 'feathered human race'.

—Try it out, my true 'method of creation'!
In the dim light, within the phantom of the divine tree behind An Jing, the endless, inexhaustible imprint of [Creation from Nothingness] emerged.

Then, in the dark golden sea, silver bones appeared.

(End of this chapter)