From the Valkyrie to the Endless

Shen Qing's heart sank when she heard Ji Yunxiao's answer. The opponent's strength was far stronger than she had imagined, both inside and outside.

According to Ji Yunxiao's analysis, taking the city and retreating is the simplest and most effective method, and it is fast, but it also has disadvantages. Before checking the new place, it will be quite dangerous to move rashly.

"City Lord, why don't you..."

Shen Qing hadn't finished her words, but Ji Yunxiao understood what she meant. He shook his head slightly and pointed to the top of his head:

"There is a god above us. Now that the god is dead, there is still a sky..."

As the lord of a city, Ji Yunxiao may not be able to win the battle, but he cannot retreat without fighting. The balance between the two needs to be struck to an appropriate level.

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The next morning.

Shen Qing, who came out of the City Lord's Mansion, was still a little worried. Ji Yunxiao and several core families in Haoyin City discussed for a day and night before they came up with a specific set of rules.

They must defend, of course, but as for how much effort they will put in, only they themselves know.

As for Shen Qing, they didn't have many requirements. She was a cultivator in the Condensation Realm, so one more or one less wouldn't make much difference. She stood aside and had almost no sense of participation in the whole process.

Even so, Shen Qing could see the final result more clearly than anyone else present.

The outcome of this riot will be far beyond everyone's expectations. What she saw in a future biography was a chaos in which hundreds of millions of people died.

This simple number contains too many tragedies, broken families and deaths.

This is the number that the Central Dynasty has told the world; the actual death toll is even more terrifying.

The square in front of the City Lord's Mansion was empty. The statue of the divine general that originally stood there had disappeared without a trace, and the fragments had been cleared away, leaving no trace at all.

Ji Yunxiao has analyzed the situation quite thoroughly. Under such circumstances, leaving the Southern Region is Shen Qing's best choice. She doesn't need to interfere with the changes of this era.

Find a secluded wilderness, study the art of formations, retreat from the world and practice, spend the next 120 years in peace, go back to see Zhao Yu, and bring the fruits of practice in this era back to the future.

For Shen Qing, this choice is the easiest and least burdensome.

Shen Qing was lost in thought all the way, and when she came to her senses, she had unknowingly returned to the Snake Village.

Now that the snowy season is about to pass and spring is about to arrive, the snow has begun to melt, and life will soon cover the land again.

Shen Qing did not alarm anyone and went straight back to the temple.

As soon as he arrived at the temple gate, Shen Qing saw the village chief Yan Baohai. He had built a shed in front of the temple and was lighting a bonfire. Next to him sat a boy about eight years old, wrapped in animal skins, with his ears and face red from the cold, and his lips chapped.

Seeing this, Shen Qing frowned slightly, pretending not to see it, and walked straight towards the temple.

"Immortal family."

Yan Baohai stood up awkwardly to greet him, and at the same time pulled up the child beside him.

"What do you want?" Shen Qing stopped and narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Xianjia, look at this child..."

Yan Baohai pushed the boy next to him in front of Shen Qing. The boy lowered his head, put his hands in his sleeves, and rubbed the cuffs silently, looking a little restrained.

"If you push too far, you'll get killed."

Shen Qing didn't get angry, but just reminded her lightly that she didn't like greedy people.

She killed the red snake, helped the Snake Village survive the winter, and then went into the mountains to find spiritual beasts for the Snake Village. She had done what she could. On this basis, if Yan Baohai still wanted more, it would be a bit greedy.

Hearing this, Yan Baohai knelt down on his knees and kowtowed without any hesitation:

"The villain dare not have any greedy heart. My snake village is still alive today because of the pity of the fairy family. This child's talent is not bad. I thought that if the fairy family liked it, I hope I can give this child a chance to serve under your knees."

The news in Haoyin City spread quickly. In just one day, Yan Baohai had heard the news from Haoyin City.

The death of the god means that Haoyin City will soon be trampled by evil spirits. The nearby villages will have no chance of being preserved, and it is only natural that they will become sacrifices in the conquest.

Yan Baohai is very clear about the current situation of the Snake Village. Shen Qing may abandon the Snake Village and leave at any time. Without the protection of the gods, the old and weak people in the village will not be able to run far and will become food for the aliens.

Death is the answer either way, and he has come here without caring about life or death. He just wants to find a way for Yan Han to survive and leave a spark for the Snake Village.

Most of the people in Snake Village are just ordinary people. There hasn't been a person with talent for cultivation in hundreds of years. He himself is an exception, and now there is one more person, Yan Han.

Regardless of whether Shen Qing thinks he is worthy or not, Yan Baohai will give it a try, even if it means losing his life.

He was half buried, living day by day.

Seeing the determination on Yan Baohai's face, Shen Qing raised his eyebrows and quickly realized that the news from Haoyin City must have reached Snake Village, which led to Yan Baohai's current actions. He was trying to find a way to survive for the child.

Shen Qing reached out his hand and pinched the boy's bones in front of him, and he had a rough idea in his heart. He had the aptitude to practice cultivation, but it was not very good. With the guidance of a good teacher, he might have a chance to step into Gangsha in this lifetime, but the probability of opening the secret treasure was very small, almost zero.

It is not easy for a person of Gangsha realm to emerge from such a small village.

"Leave him to clean the front of the palace."

After pondering for a moment, Shen Qing said something casually and walked into the temple.

Let's put it aside for now, and when she has time to think about it, she will consider whether to teach him a practice method.

"Thank you, Immortal Family! Thank you, Immortal Family! Thank you..."

Yan Baohai was overjoyed to receive such a reply, and he and the boy beside him kowtowed repeatedly.

He was already satisfied with this reply. At least Shen Qing did not turn around and leave the Snake Village immediately.

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At dawn, the sky was breaking.

In the stone hall, Shen Qing, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone slab, suddenly opened his eyes, rushed out of the hall door, and reached the village entrance in two or three steps.

She sensed that the spiritual formation set up around the village was triggered.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, Shen Qing saw a giant more than three feet tall, with a bare upper body, a square face and a broad forehead, holding a huge sword made of intertwined iron feathers, and a warrior made from the feathers of an unknown bird.

The giant's body was a little blurry and seemed somewhat unreal, with a strong aura of incense and prayers surging around him.

Undoubtedly, this is a normal incense god. Coming here with a weapon in hand, it is obvious that he has bad intentions.

"Are the people in this village your followers?"

The giant looked Shen Qing up and down, with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "You are a cultivator, what do you need believers for?"

The relationship between human cultivators and the lineage of incense gods is, at most, that the cultivators offer sacrifices to the gods. The two cannot be practiced at the same time and will cause serious conflicts.

Just as Shen Qing had not incorporated the power of incense and vows into his body before, he also had this consideration.

"According to the command of the Holy King, I will fight for the position of God General. Hand over all your believers to me, as well as yourself. When I become a God General, I will definitely receive your reward."

The giant god's cultivation level is comparable to Shen Qing's, which is around the Condensation Realm, but his attitude is inexplicably arrogant, as if he is used to being in a high position to decide life and death.

The Snake Village has a population of more than 300 people. In the past, he looked down on them. But now it is different. No matter how few people there are, they are still believers. When rivers gather together, they become seas. Now every believer is very important.

The power of the orthodox incense gods is far beyond what the monsters in those obscene worships can provide. As long as he is given half a month, he can turn all the people in the Snake Village into an army with divine power and enough strength to start a war, so as to spread his beliefs.

After saying this, seeing that Shen Qing still didn't respond, the giant god ran out of patience, raised the broadsword in his hand, and pointed it directly at Shen Qing: "Do you want to disobey God's will?"

In this era, the gods of incense and worship dominate. Even the monks are inferior to the gods. Nothing can override the power of the gods.

In his eyes, Shen Qing had committed a serious sin by disobeying God's command.

"It's just a ghost that has become a spirit and dares to call itself a god."

Shen Qing was unmoved and sneered: "You are trying to put yourself above your adopted parents and bully them. You are a traitor. What's the point of keeping a rebellious son like you?"

Ultimately, the source of power for the incense gods comes from the believers, and it is the believers who place these gods on the altar.

Before he finished speaking, a knife shadow appeared in Shen Qing's pupils, and it seemed as if an invisible knife was unsheathed in the air, and the murderous intent was chilling in an instant.

Ripples appeared in the void. Shen Qing did not move at all, but the rich true energy in his body had condensed into a knife, making a piercing scream in the air.

The giant god holding the broadsword didn't have any time to react at all before his huge head was chopped off. Then his body went limp, and his power of vows dissipated, leaving his body lying in front of the Snake Village.

The moment she killed this god, Shen Qing's mind suddenly became clear. This was completely different from the feeling she had had when she killed someone before. She could feel that a mysterious energy was absorbed by the sundial and then fed back into the depths of her soul.

There was a noticeable strengthening of her soul, because the soul that had been damaged before and still felt pain at times had been completely repaired.

This discovery made Shen Qing's eyes brighten instantly.

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Beyond the stars.

A vast golden light cut through the universe and hovered in front of the stars.

The golden light faded, and an octogenarian monk walked out. He was wearing a white robe with yellow tints, and had a kind face. He was standing on a lotus pedestal, most of the petals of which had withered and were about to die.

"The place where the gods fell."

Looking at the stars in front of him, the old monk sighed softly, divine light flowing in his pupils, reflecting a sea of ​​stars filled with six-colored divine light.

In the universe, the six paths each occupy one side. In most star fields, there is only one color, and occasionally there will be some mixed colors. Only here, there are six colors that are so colorful that it makes people feel suffocated.

(End of this chapter)

129. Chapter 129 Preaching

129.

2023-08-02

Middle Earth.

The Central Dynasty, the Imperial Capital, the Altar.

Just two days later, the Saint King Jiuyou opened his eyes again.

After the eight gods on the altar sensed it, they were all surprised and unusually nervous.

Except for the previous two days, in the past thousand years, the Nine Nether Saint King awakened only because of the appearance of the Rain God. Such frequent resurrections meant that something big had happened again.

Anything that can attract the attention of the Holy King will affect the entire world.

Before the eight generals could think about it, a gorgeous golden lotus came from the sky, dragging a streak of bright light, and stopped directly above the altar.

The rosy glow faded away, revealing an old monk with white eyebrows.