I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 238 The Seal is Triggered and Descends to the Human World
Just at the moment when Li Qingyun merged the second divine nature.

Outside the dream world.

In the ruins of the ancient battlefield, the silent and endless darkness was like a suffocating abyss, burying everything in silent fear.

This is the resting place of the "Fallen Immortals", a ruin without the concept of time and order.

The dark gray sky was like a slab of stone that was eternally frozen. The air was filled with the smell of decay. Even death itself was still here.

In the middle of this dead silent desert, a huge altar stands. The old stone surface is engraved with indecipherable ancient runes, each one is twisted and strange, as if whispering curses to the soul of the peeper.

In the center of the altar, a big-bellied earthenware jar covered with golden talismans and chains was suspended quietly.

The surface of the earthenware jar was smooth and simple, but through the dark cracks, one could vaguely see something as black as ink slowly flowing deep inside.

These chains are not just ordinary seals, but are condensed into concrete shapes with certain rules.

Each chain radiated a golden glow, surrounding the earthen jar, locking it tightly, and merging with the ancient rune array surrounding the altar.

Those talisman arrays were like the eternal iron laws of heaven, forcibly suppressing the terrifying existence in the earthen jar.

However, at this moment, this place of eternal silence began to become turbulent for the first time.

"Ka-ka-ka-"

The first tiny crack appeared on the surface of the earthenware jar. The crack was hideous and irregular, like a scar, with a strange dark purple light flickering in the depths.

The appearance of cracks caused the entire altar to tremble slightly, as if some ominous existence deep in the earth had been awakened.

Then, the golden chain that sealed the earthen jar began to tremble, making a wail as it could not bear the heavy burden.

The golden runes that originally flowed on the chains began to dim, as if some more powerful force was eroding them and forcing them to disintegrate.

"boom--"

There was a muffled sound, and a low vibration sound came from inside the earthen jar, like a heartbeat coming from the depths of time and space, heavy and slow, and every beat shook the altar itself.

With every heartbeat, the cracks on the jar would expand a little bit, and the golden chain would also break into tiny cracks. The golden light emitted from the talisman array would become dimmer and dimmer, and was quickly swallowed up by the boundless darkness.

Just as the cracks on the surface of the jar continued to expand, a faint yet extremely deep whisper slowly came from the inside of the jar.

The voice did not come from ordinary language, but was a mixture of chaos and reason. It sounded like someone was whispering prayers in his ear, or like countless souls were wailing in his ear.

"Boo...curse...hiss...hiss..."

The voice was intermittent and could not be pieced together into a complete sentence, but every syllable carried an indescribable temptation and evil intent.

The air around the altar suddenly turned cold, and even the seal array constructed by runes began to tremble violently. The lines of the rune array became distorted as if corroded, and finally exploded.

"Crack——!"

The first golden chain finally couldn't withstand the huge pressure, made a sharp cracking sound, and broke completely.

The moment the chain broke, the earthen jar shook violently and a thrilling humming sound came from inside, as if some indescribable existence was awakening.

Then, a black mist gushed out from the cracks in the jar.

The fog was not ordinary smoke, but a substance as thick as blood, filled with the smell of decay and resentment.

It squirmed and surged, as if countless twisted tentacles were struggling inside it, and every wisp of mist contained suffocating madness.

The black fog slowly spread and covered the entire altar.

Shadowy things can be vaguely seen in the black fog - they seem to be countless struggling faces, some twisted, some hideous, some roaring in pain, carrying the resentment of thousands of living beings.

The moment the black mist spread, the entire place where the fallen immortals rested completely changed its appearance.

A violent gust of cold wind suddenly blew through the originally deadly desert, and the originally cold sky in the distance was dyed with a strange purple-red color.

There was a rustling whisper in the wind. The voice came from nowhere, but was full of horrible curses.

Inside the jar, one could vaguely see something huge struggling. It was an indescribable horrifying shape, and just the vague outline was daunting enough.

As more and more cracks appeared, the thing struggled more violently, and the entire earthen jar was shaking violently, as if it would explode at any time.

The remaining golden chains were as if facing a formidable enemy, and their surfaces once again emitted a dazzling light, trying to strengthen their suppression of the earthen jar.

But the dark power in the jar was too strong, and cracks kept appearing on the chains, and each crack was like a mark of death left on the altar.

"boom--!"

The second chain finally broke and turned into countless golden fragments that fell everywhere.

At the same time, the cracks on the surface of the jar spread like a spider web, and black mist gushed out from it, covering the entire sky.

The tentacles in the black mist continued to extend, trying to break through the remaining seals, but the remaining chains still held on tightly, pressing the tentacles back.

As the chains gradually broke, the whispering sound deep in the jar became clearer and clearer. It no longer sounded like meaningless mumbling, but gradually converged into a certain language - an ancient and strange language, containing infinite majesty and resentment.

"I...will return...and you all...will be destroyed..."

The sound was transmitted through the cracks on the outside of the earthen jar. Every syllable shook the space of the altar, and even caused the ground of the entire place where the fallen immortals rested to begin to crack violently.

The air was filled with the smell of corruption and destruction. Mountains in the distance collapsed one after another, cracks appeared in the sky, and the entire space was torn apart by this force.

Just when everything was about to get completely out of control, the remaining golden chains suddenly burst out with unprecedented light!
The light was like a sword from the sky, piercing through the black fog and locking the entire earthen jar tightly.

The black fog made a shrill scream and the tentacles kept retreating in the light, but the cracks on the surface of the jar did not disappear. Instead, they gradually expanded, as if all this was just a temporary suppression.

This scene was not witnessed by any mortal, but the shock waves it brought had spread throughout dreams and reality.

The existence in the earthen jar seemed to have some of its power awakened by some powerful will.

His resurrection is inevitable.

The Seal of the Fallen Immortal...

is disintegrating.

……

The endless starry sky was like a huge nightmare sea. Countless indescribable points of light floated in the darkness. They were both stars and the eyes of some unknown creatures. They stared at Li Qingyun with an ancient and cold scrutiny that penetrated his body and soul.

Li Qingyun's figure stood in the starry sky, his body surrounded by a sacred light that was difficult to look directly at. It was the pressure of the true god that was naturally released after the fusion of the two halves of the godhead.

However, deep within this brilliance, there was a hint of strangeness, like a reflection of the abyss, shrouding him not entirely like a "god" in the traditional sense, but like some kind of alien descended from order. "This dream... is ultimately a cage, and the will of the fallen immortal is constantly eroding everything."

Li Qingyun muttered to himself, his eyes as sharp as blades, looking through this twisted space to the end of nothingness.

The divine nature gave him control over the origin of the dream world, and also allowed him to perceive the true face of this world: every starry sky, every inch of land, was stained with the breath of fallen immortals, like an endless corpse, whose body constituted the entire dream, and Li Qingyun was just a stray cell parasitic in His body.

"This is not my home..."

Li Qingyun's voice was cold and resolute, and the Hongmeng purple-gold long sword slowly appeared in his hand.

He raised his long sword and slashed it fiercely at the void. In an instant, purple-gold light exploded like thunder, tearing the void apart and opening a crack that led to the dream world.

Behind the crack was a spatial torrent with countless lights and shadows flowing, like a whirlpool formed after time and space were shattered, full of unspeakable dangers.

At a glance, Li Qingyun sensed countless remnant traces of the past. Those twisted thoughts flowed in every inch of the space cracks, and it seemed that as long as one got close, one would be dragged into the abyss of despair.

However, he did not hesitate.

"After passing through here, you can leave the Fallen Immortal Dreamland..."

He muttered something, and with a flash of his figure, he stepped into the crack.

……

The starry sky was collapsing, and Li Qingyun was traveling through endless cracks in time and space. However, when he crossed over layers of nothingness and thought he was about to leave the dream world and return to reality, he felt a familiar and strange breath coming towards him.

"Isn't this... the remains of an ancient battlefield?"

His brows furrowed slightly, and his soul reached the surrounding heaven and earth, sensing the surge of the origin of the dream.

When he completely descended, the scene before him suddenly became clear.

A ruined ancient city, desolate and depressing. A red moon hung in the sky, shedding strange blood light, making the whole world distorted like hell.

In the center of the city, a huge statue of the Immortal God stands, towering into the clouds, majestic and cold, as if looking down on the entire world.

In front of the statue, a familiar figure stood quietly, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

Li Qingyun stared at the figure - he recognized her as the woman who used secret methods to offer blood sacrifices to the followers of Jixian, providing him with a constant supply of the power of faith.

At that moment, he felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

This uneasiness does not come from fear, but from an elusive sense of oppression.

Even though he had reached the ninth realm and became the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian who dominated everything and knew everything about the dream world, he could not see through her.

This woman seemed to be hiding some deep secrets that even the gods could not fathom.

Xiao Hongyu stood under the shadow of the statue of Jixian, her figure slender and graceful, standing tall and straight, like an unshakable statue.

She was wearing dark red armor that was engraved with flowing runes. Every line was like a wriggling blood vessel, emitting a sticky and strange smell.

The light of the blood moon shone on her body, her outline was slightly distorted, and her eyes were so deep that they seemed to be connected to the bottomless abyss.

Li Qingyun's gaze fell on her face. She was still the stunningly beautiful woman with a hint of arrogance and tenacity between her brows, like a goddess of killing on the battlefield.

However, looking more closely, her skin was sickly pale, as if the blood had been drained away, leaving only an empty shell.

Her eyes were particularly strange. Her pupils were as dark as the deep sea, but dotted with tiny red lights. The red light was faint and flickering, as if countless tiny lives were struggling and wailing in them, whimpering softly, begging for release.

Her eyes slid across Li Qingyun like a venomous snake, filled with an indescribable temptation and coldness. It seemed like a smile, but it made people feel cold.

"Ji Xian..."

She recited in a low voice, her voice tainted with the smell of blood. Every word was like a soft feather, but concealed a sharp blade that could not be ignored.

Li Qingyun landed on the ground, stood steadily, and frowned slightly.

He has already achieved the realm of a true god and can perfectly control the aura in his body, merging it with the dream world. He no longer causes crazy changes in the mortals around him due to the slightest leakage of his aura or thoughts.

"You are Xiao Hongyu..."

Li Qingyun's voice became a little colder and his eyes fell on the familiar woman.

Xiao Hongyu raised her head slightly, a faint smile rising from the corner of her lips. That smile carried an indescribable temptation, as cold and dangerous as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

She is slender and tall, wearing blood-red armor, bathing in the shadow of the statue, and her bottomless eyes hide endless secrets.

"Jixian, you are finally here."

Her voice was soft, yet carried an irresistible temptation, like the gently plucked strings of a musical instrument, and every word she spoke penetrated deep into one's heart.

"This is where?"

Li Qingyun looked around vigilantly. He could feel that this was not the real human world, but an unexplored part of the dream world - more like a special area that had been extracted.

Xiao Hongyu smiled gently and walked forward slowly. Each of her steps carried a strange rhythm, as if she was blending into the earth beneath her feet.

She did not answer directly, but raised her hand and motioned Li Qingyun to look at the open space not far away.

Li Qingyun looked in the direction of her finger, and his eyes suddenly focused slightly.

I saw huge corpses piled up on the open space.

Those corpses were not ordinary creatures, but "original immortals" - powerful beings from the depths of the Endless Sea, each of them possessed a terrifying aura comparable to that of "ancient immortals" and "old immortals".

Their bodies are huge and twisted. Some are sea beasts covered with tentacles, some are giant dragons covered with scales, and some are alien creatures with completely indescribable shapes.

At this moment, the corpses of these original immortals emitted a faint bloody light, and it was obvious that Xiao Hongyu had refined them into sacrifices using some secret technique.

"These are my offerings to you."

Xiao Hongyu's voice was a little more gentle, "The flesh and blood of the original immortals contain endless energy, especially the power of rules they once carried, which will be of great help to your growth."

Li Qingyun's eyes became colder:

"How did you do it?"

……

(End of this chapter)