The Days of Being Forced to Become the Savior of a Cultivation Civilization

Before the dust storm, a solitary figure in the heart of the desert.

"Qian family, give me back my sister!"

"Varied--"

Without a word, an old man with a hood launched an attack on the young girl with long, platinum-blonde hair. The girl, relying on her fighting instincts, dodged the sandstorm that was building up beneath her feet, emerging unharmed. Her expression was serious—a flash of red. A familiar crimson glint flashed in the old man's eyes, a color that often signified the collapse of his rational defenses.

"How could this be? Isn't this world completely closed off? How could there be these 'flies' here?"

The girl looked serious. Although the situation was completely unexpected, she was still confident that she could solve the problem—the Awakening Technique!

The girl pointed her index and middle fingers at the old man's forehead, her eyes shining with golden light. This golden light was different from the heaviness of the earth element and the sharpness of the metal element; it was a radiant and gentle light, driving a power completely different from that of the reverse element.

A golden light flashed, striking the old man's forehead in an instant, and then penetrating his sea of ​​consciousness. Soon, the old man underwent significant changes.

The red light in his eyes quickly faded, and his eyes regained their brightness.

The girl smiled, flicked her finger upwards, and blew a breath from it.

"Hmph, a mere trick, that's enough."

The old man was momentarily stunned, then realized what was happening:

"Oh no, what did I do...?"

The girl breathed a sigh of relief:

"Senior, are you feeling more awake now?"

The old man rubbed his forehead, trying to recall, but couldn't remember anything. He only felt his memory cut off, as if he were being controlled, and suddenly found himself in the desolate desert. He had a bad feeling, but quickly concealed his panic and bowed to the girl before him:

"Miss, you flatter me. I seem to be experiencing some health problems. I was just making my usual rounds in this desolate desert when I suddenly lost consciousness. I wonder if I have offended you?"

The girl scratched her head and laughed:

"No, no. By the way, let me reintroduce myself. My name is Qian Xintong, Qian as in Qiankun. I wonder if you know anyone with the same surname who has left a deep impression on you?"

The old man seemed dazed for a moment, but quickly shook his head again:

"What a coincidence. My name is Kun Ziying, Kun as in Qiankun. I am an elder of the Kun family. As for the Qian family, Miss is right. Those people are wicked. They... no, that's all in the past. A long time has passed, and I presume Miss has no connection with them anymore. If I said anything offensive just now, please don't take it to heart."

Kun Ziying bowed respectfully, his face calm, but secretly he tried to probe the other person's cultivation level—he couldn't detect anything. The other person's cultivation was like an abyss, like a vast ocean; his five hundred years of cultivation crumbled at the slightest touch. What was this girl's background?

Cultivation especially emphasizes the principle of big fish eating small fish. As an elder of the Kun family, he was outwardly a clerical worker, but he knew very well that in the entire Pangde Continent, there were no more than a handful of people who could surpass him in cultivation.

But the girl in front of me exudes a youthful and vibrant aura, a youthful appearance that no old cucumber could fake. She doesn't look like some kind of old vixen who stays indoors all the time.

Qian Xintong thought for a moment, then asked:

"Senior, I can roughly explain why you were not quite clear-headed just now, but I need to confirm a few things."

Kun Ziying's expression remained serious. He knew that the young girl in front of him was not simple, and he dared not make any rash moves.

"Ask me anything, I'll answer to the best of my knowledge."

Qian Xintong nodded, tilted her head, and thought for a moment:

"You mentioned your sister when you weren't quite lucid just now..."

Upon hearing the word "younger sister," Kun Ziying's eyes immediately became unfocused.

"Brother, it's me, your Ling'er, your dearest little sister."

A faint voice came from his mind.

"Ling'er..."

Kun Ziying muttered, and Qian Xintong's expression stiffened:

"Tsk, looks like we've run into a tough opponent. Senior Kun, wake up, what you're hearing is just an illusion!"

However, Kun Ziying stared blankly at Qian Xintong, then slowly reached out her hand and walked towards her:

"Little sister, don't go, brother is coming..."

It was completely useless. The red light reappeared, and the old man's reason crumbled once more. In his eyes, a young girl dressed in a simple white gauze dress, with short, brownish-yellow hair cascading over her shoulders, stood not far away, looking at him tenderly.

"Brother, have you forgotten? The scene where the eldest son of the Qian family personally put a collar on me and handed me over to his younger brother like a dog on a leash..."

"Stop talking! I know, I will never let those beasts get away with this..."

"Kill her!"

"Leave no one alive!!"

"Disappear from the continent of Pangde!!!"

A cacophony of sounds echoed in Kun Ziying's mind, like the wailing and roaring of countless departed souls, demanding that he, the survivor, avenge them.

Xin Tong smiled wryly, just as she had expected:

"As expected, this trick has never worked. So—"

"Extraterrestrial demon, prepare to die! Give me back my sister's life!"

Before Qian Xintong could make a decision, a large amount of sand and gravel shot in from all directions, the sound of the rushing water piercing the air like the buzzing of arrows. But Qian Xintong did not move; she simply stood still, manipulating her hair to shatter these sharp arrows.

Kun Ziying was emotionally agitated. His hands flew, sand and dust swirled, and countless sand arrows continuously formed around him, swarming towards him. The scene was so vast that it covered the sky and the earth.

Qian Xintong was startled, but quickly recovered. Seeing the arrows flying all over the sky, she remained calm and immediately manipulated the metal wires to wrap herself in a golden cocoon, blocking all of Kun Ziying's attacks.

The sand arrow struck, producing a metallic clang like a billiard ball, scattering across the ground, while the golden hair cocoon remained completely unharmed. Qian Xintong shrank back—no harm done, but very noisy.

Qian Xintong wasn't surprised; with her cultivation level, it was normal for her to be able to move around this continent with ease. Not in a hurry to retaliate, she pondered within the cocoon:

"You've got some skills, you stinky fly. Even my awakening technique, which hit right in his sea of ​​consciousness, couldn't pull this old guy back."

Extraterrestrial demons.

These four words made her pause for a moment. In this isolated, closed-off star system, someone actually knew about the existence of "outside the heavens"?

The sunlight was blinding and scorching. The old man waved his arms, manipulating the sand and gravel, constantly changing its shape. Rapids, drills, and other things appeared one after another, trying to break through the platinum defense line and take Qian Xintong's head.

In contrast, Qian Xintong was deep in thought, arms crossed, completely composed, a stark contrast to the frenzied old man outside. She licked her lips:

"Alright, if the 'awakening technique' doesn't work, then let's use the last resort from the emergency plan."

Qian Xintong grinned, released the cocoon, and quickly constructed a golden silk circular wall. The reflected sunlight shone directly into Kun Ziying's eyes, causing him to subconsciously stop manipulating it for a moment.

In that brief moment of distraction, the high wall had already surrounded him and was still spreading upwards. Seeing the situation was dire, Kun Ziying quickly manipulated the quicksand in an attempt to pierce through the wall. However, it was to no avail; no matter how fast his quicksand surged, the wall remained unmoved.

Although he had lost his mind, he still retained his fighting instincts. He made a decisive move and immediately manipulated the quicksand to surge upwards, pushing himself out of the circular wall to prevent himself from being completely trapped in the golden cage.

But it still had some impact. If Qian Xintong really wanted to lock him up, she should have sealed off the space long ago, instead of simply extending the walls upwards.

As he left the area enclosed by the high walls, what came into view were ten massive metal swords that blotted out the sky. Strands of hair intertwined and woven together, forming the intricate texture of the swords. Only a single strand of hair remained at the end of each sword, connecting it to Qian Xintong, like a newborn infant whose umbilical cord was its last direct link to the mother.

Ten giant swords slowly rotated above Kun Ziying's head, like a huge halo, ready for battle.

"Metal...creating something from nothing, made out of thin air, could it be...from mythology..."

The immense pressure made him instinctively wary. He was already at the pinnacle of cultivation on this continent, while the other party could only be a legendary being who surpassed him.

The cold light of the ten giant swords was almost tangible; a single glance would have been enough to injure him.

Qian Xintong reclaimed the high wall:

"Are you scared already? It's just some petty tricks."

Qian Xintong wasn't boasting. If she truly wanted to kill the old man, all that would be left before her would be a pool of blood. She merely wanted to intimidate him, to awaken a sliver of reason in the old man, and to scare away the culprit lurking in the shadows.

"However, it's still a bit lacking."

Qian Xintong closed her eyes and silently recited that name in her heart.

Then, she untied her low bun, revealing a waterfall of platinum-gold hair—a truly stunning sight. After a moment of dizziness, she closed her eyes, rubbed her forehead, and stumbled, almost falling from the air into the sand.

The old man seized the opportunity to strike, intending to catch the old man off guard—but the wind stopped, and the sand in the air also stopped, as if a pause button had been pressed. The air almost solidified, and an extremely strong sense of oppression swept over the old man's entire body.

A strong sense of crisis surged into his heart, and his five-hundred-year-old fighting instincts frantically sounded the alarm: Escape! Escape!! Escape now!!! But his body remained frozen in place, unable to move an inch.

Qian Xintong opened her eyes, and her pupils changed from platinum to red—not the crimson of blood, but a clear, glassy red, devoid of any warmth. A chilling light pierced Kun Ziying like needles, making him feel as if he had fallen into an icy abyss. Every pore on his body opened, trying to draw a sliver of oxygen from the frigid seawater.

She seemed to have transformed into a different person in an instant. She was no longer like a proud and arrogant young lady, but instead possessed a divine aura that was high above and unapproachable. The way she looked at Kun Ziying was as if she were looking down at a speck of dust, full of contempt and even pity from a superior towards an inferior.

"Mortal, your knees are too straight."

A terrifying pressure descended, making it difficult for Kun Ziying to breathe. He struggled desperately, but ultimately could not stop himself from bending his knees and kneeling on the ground. This was a spectacle unimaginable to others. Who could make the Second Elder of the Kun family, one of the "powerful figures of the Pangde Continent," kneel down?

"You can struggle; that's an instinct to respect life. But I won't hold back; that's punishment for your transgression."

The icy gaze and chilling words sent a shiver down Kun Ziying's spine, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Qian Xintong's consciousness sank into her sea of ​​consciousness, relinquishing control of her body and becoming a spectator of this epic battle.

"Yuan Ting, try your best not to kill them, leave them alive!"

She shouted this in her heart, but there was no response; perhaps she hadn't been ignored.

"...I'll settle the score with you later."

The oppressive feeling solidified, causing the surrounding sand and gravel to flow involuntarily, forming a huge sand pit. The old man sank down until the bare rock buried deep underground was exposed to the light of day again.

He turned the greatsword around, aiming it at the bottom of the sandpit from all directions. The blade obscured his vision, and the intricate patterns dazzled him.

"This...is this...the Star Envoy...?"

The old man lay prostrate on the ground, barely able to lift his head, and squeezed out the words, one by one, from his throat. Blood began to seep from his body, as if it had been forced out by his "impressive aura."

"Narrow-minded fool. This is merely the tip of the iceberg of the Star Envoy's power. The gap between us is an insurmountable chasm, a difference in the level of life, a difference between an outsider and someone who truly defies the heavens."

Kun Ziying smiled wryly. He clearly realized just how powerful this seemingly harmless little girl was:

"So, after more than five hundred years of painstaking effort, I'm still just an amateur... I was too hasty, daring to attack the Star Envoy so brazenly... Why did I attack again?"

Just as he was about to fully regain his senses, the ethereal and gentle voice came again:

"Brother, are you willing to accept this?"

The voice seemed to possess a magical power, and Kun Ziying's almost restored sanity was dealt another heavy blow.

"Ling'er!"

The old man suddenly shouted, "Qian Xintong!" He was startled and frowned slightly.

"Is the erosion really that severe... Fine, I'll let you recall the past then. I can't spare your life."

"Brother, I'm already dead. Do you remember how I died?"

A long-buried memory resurfaced. It was a painful memory, one he didn't want to recall, a memory buried deep within his heart:

"Yes, of course I remember! Those beasts! They..."

"My dear brother, you don't need to say anymore. Although I am dead, you are still alive."

The figure floating above was growing increasingly impatient; its voice trembled uncontrollably, filled with anxiety. It transformed into the figure of a young girl once more and came to Kun Ziying's side.

"What use is my life... They've vanished, and you've vanished too, leaving not a trace on this continent."

"No, brother."

The female voice suddenly turned serious, and an ethereal hand gently rested on Kun Ziying's shoulder, feeling weightless:

"Kill her."

"Wh...what?"

"I said, kill her. Avenge me, brother, kill this girl from the Qian family."

"But……"

"Stop saying 'but'! Brother, we don't have any more chances. Kill her and end it all. Use your strongest move."

Qian Xintong's brows furrowed even deeper:

"Hmph, I'd like to see what other tricks you flies have up your sleeves."

The old man looked conflicted.

"However, the power of this move is uncontrollable and will cause unpredictable harm—"

"What could be more important than life! You are my brother, my dear brother, my best brother, my most beloved brother! Your life is worth sacrificing for the lives of thousands upon thousands of ordinary people."

The figure practically shouted those words, their voice filled with anxiety and panic. The old man frowned, but his eyes flickered; he shook his head.

"But she is a Star Envoy, a legendary Star Envoy, I can't possibly win."

"No, brother, this is the continent of Pangde. All outsiders will be punished by the gods. Look! Look! He's here! The divine decree has been issued, and she is about to lose this power."

The voice was excited, almost fanatical.

A rainbow appeared on the horizon.

"A rainbow? This vast desert has hardly any moisture, so where would a rainbow come from?"

The rainbow grew clearer and brighter, transforming from ethereal to solid.

"Varied……"

Before any movement could be made, the seven-colored lines suddenly appeared above Qian Xintong's head, and even the Star Envoy couldn't avoid them. Kun Ziying looked closely and realized that this was not a rainbow at all, but clearly a colorful little snake.

In an instant, it tightened around Qian Xintong's forehead like a hairband, then disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterward, Qian Xintong felt a sense of foreboding:

"Damn it, my sea of ​​consciousness! My cultivation level!"

"Outsider... Star Envoy... Forbidden..."

A whisper entered Qian Xintong's sea of ​​consciousness, like some ancient will proclaiming a judgment. Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Qian Xintong's will stood atop the planet Shishi, gazing helplessly at the rainbow serpent that shrouded half the sky.

The rainbow serpent invaded her sea of ​​consciousness, precisely circling the core of her consciousness, the star of consciousness, opening its blood-red maw to bite its own tail, then locking its muscles, closing its eyes, and falling into a deep sleep.

Shi Xing was not affected in any way, but he could no longer respond to Qian Xintong's summons, and his ability to output reverse energy and transform matter was cut off.

Just as Qian Xintong was at a loss, a figure exactly like her, but radiating a different light, appeared, grabbed her hand, and flung her away. A cold voice, yet tinged with a hint of guilt, rang out:

"Blame me."

Before Qian Xintong could react, she had regained control of her body and quickly lowered her consciousness back to her sea of ​​consciousness:

"Yuan Ting! Yuan Ting!"

There was no response. The blockade was complete, and Qian Xintong's Star of Consciousness needed a will to guard it. This meant that one of them would be blocked along with the Star of Consciousness, and Yuan Ting chose to switch Xintong back.

"Damn it, how could this happen..."

She desperately manipulated the Reverse Yuan, attempting to regain control of the Star Consciousness:

"No, I can't sense it."

She took a risk, braving unknown dangers, and thrust her consciousness headlong into the invisible barrier—

"How could this be...?"

Unable to break through.

A cold sweat instantly broke out on her back. Her Star Consciousness was still there, but it was as if locked inside a glass dome—visible, yet untouchable. Her once-proud cultivation level was now completely useless.

Her pupils trembled, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. She had cultivated for over a hundred years, seen countless worlds, and experienced a great deal, but she had never heard of anyone being able to forcibly invade another person's sea of ​​consciousness, let alone seal their cultivation.

Qian Xintong's cultivation level suddenly plummeted. Fortunately, the giant sword had already taken shape and did not require a continuous supply of reverse energy. However, she was unable to control such a massive size and had to dismantle the other nine swords, leaving only one.

Now she could only control this big guy to float quietly in mid-air, while she herself lost the ability to fly due to the disconnection from the star. She quickly stretched out her hardened hair to catch herself and landed steadily on the ground.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. That chilling whisper from earlier seemed to explain the reason for everything: some powerful being hidden on this continent had imprisoned her power as an outsider. Suddenly, she stared at the old man at the bottom of the pit.

"Ah! What a beautiful figure! What great power! Lord Rainbow Serpent, please wait for my visit!"

The woman's voice was incredibly fervent, her adoration and longing almost tangible, but Kunzi Ying paid no further attention.

The sand, no longer under pressure, began to recede and flowed back to the old man's feet, soon burying him. But the old man's eyes were still filled with a red light, even brighter than before, his gaze revealing determination and ruthlessness.

When a person's reason is completely suppressed, how strong can pure hatred and the will to survive be?

Even when facing an invincible enemy, one must wait for the right opportunity to seize a chance to survive; even if one's body is pressed to the ground, one's will will not give way.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I am willing to sacrifice five hundred years of cultivation and my life.

"You'll die!"

"I don't want to die!!"

"Let them all be buried with you!!!"

"Now, brother! Live for me!"

Use that trick on her for my sake!

Kun Ziying slowly raised his hand and wiped the blood off his face with the ring on his left hand. The sky-blue gemstone shone brightly, and then a jade-colored pearl appeared in the old man's hand.

"I, Kun Ziying, carrying the legacy of the Fengdao elder Liu Pingfeng, will wipe out all the enemies of the Kun family and erase the tragedy of Pang De."

I'll tell you right away how the Solitary Desert got its name.

Kun Ziying gripped the precious pearl tightly, then suddenly crushed it with a burst of strength. His voice was calm yet contained a surging fighting spirit:

"Sunset."

The technique of revealing one's true nature through the mouth, combined with the added power of a taboo name, makes it even more effective.

A breeze began to blow. At first, it was a gentle breeze, lightly ruffling Kun Ziying's long beard and Qian Xintong's platinum hair. Then, centered on Kun Ziying, the sand around him simultaneously lifted off the ground and floated in mid-air.

Then they started to rotate, initially very slowly, so slowly that you could see the trajectory of the sand grains. Then the wind grew stronger and stronger, and the sand grains moved faster and faster, until they formed yellow lines.

A fierce wind blew, and billions of yellow sands flew against gravity into the sky, dancing merrily in the vortex, weaving a curtain that covered the sky.

The curtain was expanding—ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters—it was engulfing the sand dunes faster than a running beast. Wherever it went, a layer of ground was scraped away, as if smoothed by the passage of time. Nearby, it carved out a massive, deep crater, as if a meteorite had fallen there, blowing away all the sand and revealing bare rock beneath the earth, yet still obscuring the sun!

The sky quickly turned from dusky yellow to darkness, obscured by sand and dust; the scorching sun was nowhere to be seen.

What a beautiful sunset!

Seeing the situation was dire, Qian Xintong quickly squeezed out some reverse energy from her sea of ​​consciousness and wrapped herself in a golden cocoon. The flying sand could no longer be called sand, but rather sharp blades, ready to slowly tear apart all living things around her!

The golden cocoon seemed to be being gnawed by millions of insects, making a rustling sound so dense it made one's scalp tingle; inside, Qian Xintong could hear muffled thunderclaps echoing throughout.

High-speed flowing sand can grind away flesh and bone, causing them to dissolve into the sand, turning into ash and smoke, and disappearing completely.

The sand was being accelerated again and again, while Kun Ziying had almost lost consciousness and was relying on "muscle memory" to continuously apply reverse energy and enhance the power of his killing move.

Such power is comparable to that of a star envoy.

"I never imagined that there would be such a promising talent as a sub-star envoy on this continent. You bunch of insects from the Azure Path, you deserve to die."

Ah, Senior Kun Ziying, I will remember you.

Although there were some unexpected events, Qian Xintong had already adapted to the situation. Without further hesitation, she decisively released the giant sword and pressed it down on Kun Ziying. The giant sword possessed immense potential energy, and under the influence of gravity, it pierced towards Kun Ziying.

Watching the giant sword fall, Kun Ziying sneered:

"Let's welcome my final dance—"

"Sand."

Click.

A crisp sound cut through the whistling wind and reached Qian Xintong's ears clearly.

Her pupils contracted sharply:

"No way..."

She was inside the cocoon and did not see the blood gushing out of Kun Ziying's seven orifices, but through her reverse-yuan vision, she saw a magnificent reverse-yuan pillar in front of her that was dazzling.

Kunzi Ying shattered his own sea of ​​consciousness.

Qian Xintong opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing. Only one thought flashed through her mind: madman.

With his sea of ​​consciousness shattered, Kun Ziying's reverse energy surged out like a tsunami and a landslide, breaking through the shackles of the Condensation Realm and displaying the power of a Star Envoy.

Boom, boom, boom.

A deep, explosive sound rang out as the rock layers were plowed and overturned. The sand and gravel were traveling at speeds exceeding the speed of sound, creating deafening sonic booms. The terrain was severely damaged and fragmented, before being sent flying into the sky and ground into dust.

This is the sand, where each grain of sand is distinct. Under the influence of the strong wind, no two grains of sand can stick together, yet all the grains of sand merge into one whole.

The intense pain of his shattered consciousness brought Kun Ziying a sliver of clarity, finally bringing him fully awake; however, it was too late.

"Damn it...we've fallen into their trap! It's those monsters!"

He had lost all his cultivation and could only withstand the crushing force of the giant sword. However, the immense gravity made it difficult for him to resist with his bare body. He was quickly pressed into the ground, pierced through, and almost split in half.

He coughed up blood again and could only lie motionless in the eye of the storm. Under the barrage of sand and gravel, the greatsword finally gave way, and began to crack in countless places. It soon lost its shape and disintegrated into threads.

"Damn it, how could this happen?"

Qian Xintong was about to run out of Reverse Yuan. This was not because she was unprepared. Star Envoys obtained Reverse Yuan through mass-energy conversion, so there was no problem of lacking Reverse Yuan. Even so, she still maintained the good habit of storing it in her sea of ​​consciousness - she hoarded it all in her Star Consciousness.

Each grain of sand, like a bullet, struck the golden cocoon. At present, Qian Xintong was unable to absorb the reverse energy from Kun Ziying's force field, nor could he extract it from the Consciousness Star. He could only grit his teeth and "dig" out a little reverse energy from the space of his Consciousness Sea to barely maintain his defense.

But now, the water in the sponge also needs to be squeezed out.

"This fly's wicked words led him to launch a desperate counterattack, giving himself a sliver of hope."

Qian Xintong barely managed to resist the onslaught within the cocoon, her heart filled with hesitation and inner struggle, before finally making up her mind:

"Although I haven't fully mastered it yet, I'll do it as a last resort."

"I am an inner disciple of the Hall of Knowledge, and I will show you the 'power from beyond the world'!"

She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and concentrated her mind, drawing upon her spiritual senses. Jin Jian and Qian Xintong's eyes simultaneously began to glow, appearing especially bright amidst the swirling sand.

She attached her divine sense to the strands of hair, her gaze following the light, encompassing everything within the reach of the golden light. The golden hair cocoon, deprived of its reverse energy supply, was on the verge of collapse.

"Success or failure hinges on this!"

With a forceful clasp of her hands, all the sand particles illuminated by the golden light were no longer swept and swirled by the whirlwind, but were forcibly taken from control. However, Qian Xintong did not have enough energy to reverse the dust storm; she could only seize control and issue the command to terminate the killing move, allowing it to dissipate naturally.

The light spread rapidly, from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, until the sandstorm began to dissipate and disintegrate, and the whirlwind became unstable, gradually subsiding from the eye of the storm.

"What...you...how can you control it!"

With his torso nearly shattered and blood streaming from his seven orifices, Kun Ziying managed to squeeze out a single sentence. Blood from his abdomen gushed from his mouth along with his incredulous words, his eyes revealing extreme shock and bewilderment.

The gale in the center had subsided, and Qian Xintong swaggered up to him:

"You wouldn't believe it, would you? This is a secret technique unique to my Hall of Knowledge, and I refuse to pass it on to outsiders. Ah, I'm a little dizzy."

This move put a great strain on Qian Xintong's mental state. Seeing her like this, Kun Ziying felt a surge of anger, but he was too weak to refute her. His eyes were lifeless; he stared blankly at the sky, unblinking, and then fainted.

"Hey, old man, no... uh, Kun Ziying?"

no respond.

"He just died like that? Did he die of anger?"

……

The world suddenly became quiet, with only the sand slowly falling.

Qian Xintong slowly squatted down and muttered to himself:

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to kill you either, but there's a reason. I can't let your life ruin the whole... what continent again...?"

Ah yes, yes, the continent of Pound.

……

Qian Xintong stretched out a hand and reached towards Kun Ziying's eyes.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted, his eyes still bloodshot, and he abruptly raised his hand, aiming a stabbing motion at Qian Xintong, letting out a strange scream:

"Don't even think about killing me! You inferior creature!"

A muffled thud.

Qian Xintong abruptly took two steps back, her eyes wide, pupils trembling, her expression filled with disbelief:

"How is this possible... my consciousness..."

In that instant, Qian Xintong's consciousness blurred, her thoughts slowed, and when she regained her senses, a short knife had already pierced her abdomen.

Kun Ziying rose from the ground in a bizarre posture. His body was shattered, his waist and abdomen almost severed, with only some remnants of flesh barely holding them together. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Qian Xintong, and he let out a hoarse, strange cry.

The Consciousness Palace is renowned for its resilient spiritual power. However, the attack Qian Xintong just unleashed had severely depleted her spiritual power, causing her to be affected and thus vulnerable to a sneak attack.

The dagger was sharp and pierced Qian Xintong's abdomen, but not a drop of blood flowed out; instead, it congealed at the wound.

Qian Xintong clutched her wound, unable to speak. Her first instinct was to treat it, but she found herself helpless.

"Could it be... Yu Dao?"

She couldn't touch her wounds, nor could she manipulate the reversal of the self-healing process; the wounds were as if sealed in amber, making them difficult to access.

Kun Ziying looked at Qian Xintong with a playful and amused expression.

"Surprised? Little fellow from the Hall of Knowledge?"

Oh dear, what a coincidence! I just happened to possess a lowly soldier and enter this star field, and I just happened to corrupt a good servant of a sub-star envoy, and I just happened to run into you in this vast desert—yeah right, ahahahahaha!

"Of course, from the very beginning, I came here specifically for you."

Qian Xintong trembled all over, staring intently at the crazed figure before her—this made sense. From the very beginning, this fly had planned to use Kun Ziying to eliminate her, the spy of the Shidian.

The mocking voice continued to murmur to itself, completely unconcerned whether Qian Xintong could hear it:

"That really startled me. I almost thought the Consciousness Palace was going to discover us, and our grand plan almost had to be aborted at the very beginning, hehehe. But I'm not too nervous. After all, even if you could really tip off our forces, your main force wouldn't be able to get in, right?"

"You people from the Hall of Knowledge are one of the groups I hate the most. So, I'll just have some fun and use your blood to dye my New World Adventure a deep red! Aha ...

"Kun Ziying" appeared frantic, laughing loudly, completely absorbed in his own "art." But then his expression suddenly turned somber; he stopped gesturing wildly, his style abruptly changed, and his face darkened.

"I really don't understand why they had to send me to this godforsaken place."

Then his eyebrows lit up with excitement:

"But it doesn't matter! As long as we're having fun, that's all that matters, hahaha!"

"Kun Ziying" reached her hand through her openwork body, then turned around, twisting her neck at an odd angle, and "greeted" Qian Xintong behind her through the large hole in her abdomen:

"Hello there! Hehehe, the human body is so fragile, it's almost broken in two."

However, what's even more fragile is your human heart! This country bumpkin is so easily fooled; even a resurrected dead can corrupt him, hahahahahahahaha—oh no, sorry, maybe it's because my abilities are too strong.

Qian Xintong looked pained, her eyes glazed over. "Kun Ziying" continued to attack her mental defenses as he spoke. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the sand, barely able to speak.

Her mental barrier, once as solid as iron, was now as fragile as tofu under the onslaught of "Kun Ziying". Even more strangely, her defenses were pierced by a short sword from the continent of Pangde, a world without Star Envoys.

Even if she wasn't skilled at nurturing her physical body, it didn't mean that non-Star Envoys could easily break through her defenses. Judging from the fractured surface, it looked as if her body had been squeezed open from the middle, rather than pierced from the outside.

Soon, Kunziying, fiddling with the dagger in her hand, revealed the truth:

"This is a real treasure! The tearing teeth of a Star-Shattering Space Beast, no, perhaps even higher level. A treasure that tears through space, there are only four of these on one beast, I wonder where the other three are."

Never mind, anyway, this is perfect for killing you, hehehe.

The hurricane gradually dissipated, the flying sand subsided, and sunlight began to stream in. The sun reappeared, its rays now slanting. Qian Xintong was utterly powerless to resist; his reversal energy was exhausted, and his divine sense was also disturbed.

"Alright, I'm done playing around. It's time for your curtain to fall too."

Kun Ziying casually tossed the short sword aside. Although Kun Ziying's body no longer possessed any trace of reversal energy, the sand, under the manipulation of that strange power, still propelled Qian Xintong into the sky, like clusters of waves.

"Fly, fly! Fly into the sky... This is called... killing with praise! Ahahahahahahahaha!"

He stopped controlling the device when he could no longer clearly see the figures in the sky.

"Tsk, this body is so broken, it can only be thrown away... However, I'll gladly accept your memories."

"Kun Ziying" chuckled evilly, then "slap," he lay back straight on the sand. A red flying insect wriggled in his eyeball, squeezed out with a "plop," and wobbled away in a certain direction.

Kun Ziying's mutilated body lay quietly on the ground, motionless, her eyes staring blankly at the sky.

In the cloudless sky, there was a small dot that was slowly swaying. It was impossible to tell what it was or where it was going.

"Ling'er... I'm sorry. Not only did I not avenge you, but I also couldn't recognize the demon that disguised itself as you to deceive me."

That year, we were children of the Kun family, lowly natives of Pound, pitiful people whose homes were taken away by invaders, and inferior people deprived of their human rights and reduced to slavery.

Now...I, as...an elder...have a glorious...

Despite all this commotion, Kunziying wasn't quite dead yet. His mutterings gradually weakened, turning into indistinct murmurs, as if he were dozing off. His eyes became increasingly unfocused, and the world in his vision became blurry and difficult to see clearly.

A figure appeared in the distance and rapidly approached.

"Hey, are you still breathing?"

Hearing the noise, Kunzi Ying struggled to open her eyelids and refocus her dazed eyes to look at the face of the person who had come.

His lips moved slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word clearly.

He closed his eyes once again.

The newcomer didn't speak, but silently knelt on one knee, took something out of his waist, and plunged it hard into Kun Ziying's chest.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

Kunzi Ying opened her eyes again.

"How come I'm not dead yet?"

A mysterious sensation emanated from the shattered sea of ​​consciousness.

Kun Ziying's shattered sea of ​​consciousness is now beginning to reassemble under the influence of the mysterious liquid. The remaining rebellious energy within it is being used to restore his damaged body, and the large hole in his abdomen is visibly beginning to shrink.

However, it seems that not only the hole has shrunk, but his abdomen is also shrinking—his entire body is getting smaller.

"Ugh—! Holy crap—!"

A sharp pain suddenly shot through his entire body. Blood gushed out and quickly healed, bones creaked and cracked, breaking and reforming repeatedly, and his clothes, like shed insect skin, became increasingly ill-fitting. The rapid changes in his body, the rapid healing of his wounds, and the pain they caused all rushed into Kun Ziying's mind at once, causing him to scream out.

At the same time, he discovered that his voice had become brighter, or rather, younger.

Kun Ziying was in unbearable pain and began to writhe wildly on the ground like a sand worm.

The newcomer frowned, his right hand remaining pressed firmly against the man's chest, while his left hand pulled out a scorpion stinger from his waist and, without a word, stabbed it into the man's neck, injecting anesthesia.

Anesthetics can not only relieve pain, but when the dosage is right, they can also make a person lose consciousness directly—for example, the one in the man's hand now, filled with ten times the dose of painkiller, won't kill him, but it's enough to make him feel like he's dead.

"Be honest, this thing is really hard to make!"

Within three breaths, Kun Ziying's eyes rolled back and she completely fainted. It was unclear whether the anesthetic took effect first or she fainted from the pain.

The visitor sighed softly:

"You're about to die, can't you just behave yourself? You can lose, but you can't die."

Time passed, and the reagent injection was completed. The visitor then stuffed the two empty shells back into the buckle on his waist.

The old man on the ground had disappeared, replaced by a child who looked about four or five years old, fast asleep with his eyes closed.

His brownish-yellow hair was smooth and silky, no longer as withered as before; almost all the wounds on his body, large and small, had healed completely, and apart from the needle marks on his neck and chest, there was not a single scar.

The newcomers inspected the surrounding ground to ensure no traces were left. Such a commotion would likely have prompted numerous surrounding forces, large and small, including the Kun family, to send people to investigate.

After tidying up, the visitor looked up at the sky, as if observing something, then glanced in a distant direction and nodded slightly.

"Hmm, we should have enough time. Let's go over there and take care of it first."

The person disappeared instantly, as if they had never been there.