Destiny is ashes

Chapter 125: All of this is burned to ashes (thanks to leader momod!)
There are only a few places marked on the map of Nianqin's terminal, representing the black market's work locations, a cemetery, a vegetable market and grocery supermarket, and a specially marked 'red heart'.

The one marked with a red heart...is naturally 'home'.

Family.

An Jing thought about it carefully and realized that he had not thought about this concept for a long time.

He was born with wisdom. During his childhood, the hazy scenes in his dreams always made him feel that his previous life was his home.

But when he grew up a little, the days he lived with his parents, the memories of both joy and sorrow, made him regard Anjia Village as his home, or even as his lifelong hometown.

However, ever since the entire village of Anjia in Gufeng County was buried under endless ice and snow by frost and his family was forced to abandon the village and flee famine, he knew that without a miracle, he would never be able to return home for the rest of his life.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn’t matter if the original home is gone, as long as his mother is there, An Jing considers that place to be home.

He had originally thought so, but due to the entanglement of cause and effect, and a series of coincidences, An Jing eventually separated from his mother.

In the end, An Jing felt that Xuanming Manor might be his new home.

He was willing to recognize those teachers and fellow students as his family. Even if his past life memories told him that all this was just a trick similar to the pyramid scheme, he was happy with it.

Humans always want to have someone to rely on. No matter what, they always want a place where they don't have to think, don't have to intrigue, and don't have to care about so many things.

I just woke up from the dream. In the cruelest way.

Perhaps... it was because An Jing really wanted to treat Xuanming Manor as his home from the bottom of his heart, or even because he really thought so, that he could not tolerate the evil of the Demon Cult.

"I really don't want to stay at home and worry about whether I will be eaten..."

An Jing sighed, looking somewhat lonely. He knew very well that he no longer had the luxury of owning a home. Even if he found his mother, it would be difficult for him to return to the peaceful days before.

Fortunately, he didn't want to go back.

After seeing this damn world, he no longer wants peace.

He wants... wants...

——I want to burn all of this to ashes!

An Jing galloped in the darkness.

There were many more checkpoints on the streets of Xuanye City in the middle of the night.

The fully armed and armored soldiers of Xuanye City were patrolling, scanning every suspicious pedestrian. Some people attempted to pay bribes, but not only were they not let go, they were knocked down with a punch and dragged back to a car for questioning.

Some people who obediently accepted the inspection were still monitored by drones after being released until they actually returned to their residence.

An Jing quietly bypassed the crowded streets, occasionally passing through sewers and rooftops. With the sword spirit blocking and the effect of Xuanbu, those soldiers who were at most at the Qi Refining level had no way of discovering him.

While passing by a place that was probably a slum or a suburban village, An Jing saw a giant steel puppet that was more than 20 meters high. It looked like a yellow turban warrior, but more angular, emitting a powerful wave, and its strength was comparable to that of a foundation-building cultivator.

On its shoulder was a heavy machine gun, which was firing at the street.

An Jing didn't know who the target of its shooting was. It could be the poor people who sneaked into Xuanye City without an entry permit, or the civilians in the slums, or the gang members hiding there.

But no matter which one it was, it would be difficult for them to survive the night, because An Jing saw that at the entrance and exit of this area, truckloads of bodies were being transported out and checked one by one to verify their identities.

There are old and young, and even whole families reunited.

As long as the world is not stable, the family will not be stable. If the world is not peaceful, there will be no peace in the family.

It's raining.

Purple-blue rain fell from the sky, filled with evil spirits and acid, corroding the streets and corpses. If no one collected them, the streets would be littered with bones the next morning.

In the alley, a man with an anxious and irritable face was activating a concentration talisman. He stuck the talisman paper on his forehead, and after his expression gradually calmed down, he put his clothes in order and opened the door of the apartment with a smile on his face.

In the dark corners, cultivators in gang uniforms gathered in groups of three or five, taking strange pills. Some of them had silly smiles on their faces, some showed anger and pleasure, and some showed obscene expressions, slumped in black garbage bags. What kind of illusions did they see?
Rumble…

A huge roar resounded throughout the entire Xuanye City. An Jing raised his head and saw the magnificent Xiandao Taixu battleship, which looked like a floating city, taking off.

It rushed straight into the sky, breaking through the clouds and stopping the rain temporarily - but soon, the sky that was cut open by the warship merged again and brought more rain.

But An Jing saw that in the dark night sky covered by endless dark clouds... there was no moon, only countless rapidly spinning and flying stars at a crazy speed.

A crazy starry sky, a world filled with demonic energy, soldiers patrolling the streets, and a huge steel puppet shooting at the crowd.

"Why didn't that Jindan Zhenren take action to find the real talisman?"

"He can't do anything. There are three True Lords who have achieved immortality in this city, and two of them are not friendly."

"I see... No wonder Luo Fu is so angry. The struggle between the groups has really reached a fever pitch..."

An Jing murmured to himself. He was not surprised by this, because otherwise, there was no way he could leave with the real talisman - even from a conspiracy theory point of view, the reason why the real talisman was lost might be that the Jindan Zhenjun tacitly approved it?
Hey, who knows. This city is really as dark as the night, worthy of its name Xuan Ye City.

After hiding all the way, An Jing finally arrived near his destination.

At this moment, he was standing on one side of the street, among a narrow cluster of buildings, looking up at the tallest building in the entire Xuanye City, the magnificent structure shining with neon fairy light, the huge tower reaching into the sky.

【Luofu Fairy Terrace】

An Jing stared at the fairy platform, then turned his head and returned to the dark crevice.

One day... one day... he would stand higher than it and decide their life and death as they decided the life and death of others.

Weihai District, No. 12, Nanxiacheng District.

Room 601, 59th floor, Tanyu Apartment Building.

This old apartment is covered with graffiti, advertisements and psoriasis stickers, and the illegal holographic advertisements on the walls on both sides are flashing ambiguous pink light, and the content is even more like "The peak of desire, customize your virtual partner".

The soft flesh and pretty face flashing in the light and shadow are tempting, but the steel door is closed.

An Jing pressed the doorbell.

A few seconds later, the security camera at the door lit up and focused on the boy who was hiding his face with a gas mask.

[Excuse me, who are you?] A soft voice that was too young, even childish, sounded, with a warning electronic noise.

"Your mother asked me to tell you." An Jing paused, as if thinking about how to say it.

But in the end, he made up his mind and said, "She has to go on a long trip, on a company mission."

"No need to wait for her to come back."

[…Is that so?] The young voice was silent for a while, and it became visibly sad: [I understand]

Then, to An Jing's surprise, the door opened with a click.

"Thank you for coming to tell me about my mother's death."

Behind the door was a thin boy in white who looked only eleven or twelve years old. He had soft features and shiny black hair, but his blue eyes unexpectedly held a sharp light, like the dawn in the sea, able to see through the illusion and disguise.

——Same as Nianqin, bloodline pupil technique?
His thoughts flashed through his mind, and An Jing's lie was exposed, but he was not embarrassed, he just shook his head.

The young man who opened the door bowed gently to An Jing and said softly, "If you don't mind, please come in and have a cup of tea."

"It's just that, regarding my mother...can you tell me something I can know?"

"Heavenly Spiritual Root?" At the same time, with the help of An Jing's eyes, he could clearly see the sword spirit of Nian Qin's son in front of him, and he was also surprised and said, "It's actually Heavenly Water Spiritual Root!"

“Cangbo Xintong, Tianshui Spiritual Root… This is a heaven-sent external elixir talisman seed!”

(End of this chapter)