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

"Shang? To die before adulthood is called shang. It's really an unlucky word."

Chang Yun nodded:

"Yes, it's not a good omen; it's often accompanied by suffering and sorrow."

But if everything is already terrible, isn't it a good thing to start over while it's still young?

Honglan smiled dismissively:

"I see. But don't you think this is too cruel? This isn't like you, gentle Toki.

Chang Yun shook her head:

"You're wrong, Mr. Honglan. I admit, I also feel sadness, but we must bear the pain that comes with change."

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Honglan suddenly felt dizzy, and the light in his eyes went out.

Tinnitus was raging in his head, and his head was throbbing as if it were about to split open.

Countless voices whispered in his mind, indistinct yet with a very clear meaning:

"Let civilization fade into the past, let the world return to silence..."

"Go to hell with the silence... get out of my head!"

He was not convinced, but turned his head and looked directly into Chang Yun's pair of scarlet, ominous eyes.

The headache subsided like a receding tide.

Chang Yun sighed with regret, her eyes having returned to normal:

"It seems we're not meant to be."

A flash of light appeared.

Upon closer inspection, there was no blade; it was the paper fan embedded in Chang Yun's neck, yet not a drop of blood gushed out.

Honglan's brows furrowed deeply, her eyes sharp, no longer concealing her anger.

"You dare to have designs on me? You're just a Qi Refining Realm cultivator, how dare you!"

Chang Yun remained calm.

His flesh and blood swelled up like liquid, pushing the fan away as it writhed and fell to the ground, while he himself remained unharmed.

"Mr. Honglan, you flatter me. Since I received the baptism of Shang, I believe that I can no longer be categorized as a rebellious person of the lower three realms."

Honglan's expression returned to normal. She retrieved the paper fan from the ground and then fanned it towards the black and red aura:

"Indeed, your defensive methods are very impressive."

Chang Yun bowed her head slightly:

"Thanks--"

In an instant, his body was completely pulverized by the wind blades and lay sprawled on the ground.

"But that's not enough."

Honglan remained calm, her eyes shining with a bright turquoise light.

However, the mass of flesh began to writhe like liquid, and soon reshaped into an identical human form.

As the mouth was reshaped, Chang Yun, with half her head still attached, said:

"As expected of a master of the Wind Dao, Mr. Honglan's speed is unparalleled in the Chenyuan Realm."

Honglan ignored him, and in the blink of an eye, his flesh and blood were once again sprawled on the ground.

Once, twice, three times.

Every time Chang Yun reconstructed her mouth, before she could utter a single word, she was interrupted again by Hong Lan's crushing blow.

"That's enough!"

Finally, Changyun couldn't take it anymore.

Honglan stopped casting the spell, a smile playing on her lips:

"Do you have anything to say?"

Chang Yun's body heaved violently.

After being baptized by the power of sorrow and becoming a chanter, he gained the ability to liquefy his body, making him impervious to ordinary physical attacks.

But the pain of being cut and pulverized is very real.

Finally, he was resurrected, but his eyes were no longer gentle; instead, they were filled with fear and anger.

"I can't hurt you, but you can't kill me either."

He smiled with relief:

"Let's end our conversation here for today."

He took a step forward, opened his arms, and looked at the sky filled with the black and red power of sorrow:

"The curtain has been raised, and now the show is about to begin."

The magnificent power of sorrow bestows new life upon decaying civilization; the great Azure Mother guides us on the path to salvation!

He ripped off his right white glove and threw it aside, revealing a black and red crystal embedded in the back of his hand.

"Oh no!"

Honglan acted immediately.

Chang Yun was right. Those who defy the wind are naturally skilled in speed, and Hong Lan is one of the best among them, especially in the Deep Origin Realm.

However, this time he failed.

The black and red power was instantly activated, rushing into the bodies of the surrounding creatures and carrying out unbridled transformation.

Boom—

The cycads around the hot spring town all started to move.

This is Shao Qing's work.

She had set a trap long ago, persuading Li Guandai to plant many cycads here under the pretext of purifying the hot spring water, which was inconsistent with the style of the hot spring.

Now, their true, altered forms have been fully revealed.

Iron trees, which should absorb metal, are now instead absorbing water from living organisms, with tissue resembling blood vessels wriggling beneath their iron-like skin.

The crowd panicked again.

"Run! Run! The iron tree has come to life!"

"Fool! Cycads already have a primordial stem; this guy's gone mad!"

"Ah—help, help me!"

A man's calf was pierced by the sharp thorns on the branches of an iron tree, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

It was the man who stepped on Shao Qing's shoes on the Bosha ship just now.

Honglan cursed inwardly. Since the deed was already done and he couldn't get rid of Chang Yun anyway, he had no choice but to leave temporarily to stop the group of iron trees from continuing their mad attacks on the passengers.

"Urgent notice! Urgent notice! All passengers are requested to immediately proceed to the hot spring area for evacuation. Repeating: All passengers are requested to immediately proceed to the hot spring area for evacuation..."

Ning Lei's voice echoed throughout the entire hot spring town.

Rumble.

The sound of footsteps, mixed with screams and discussions, echoed from the hall all the way to the hot spring courtyard.

Zhiyue sat listlessly on a bench at the entrance of the inner area, gulping down Yingzi's orange juice, quietly waiting for Yingzi's interrogation to end.

However, Li Guandai had been bound by vines for more than ten minutes, yet not a single gust of wind escaped him.

Just then, chaos broke out on the outer edge.

He took a deep drag, finishing the last sip, then casually tossed both bottles into the trash can before heading out to investigate.

A burly, rough-looking man emerged from the recess, scratching his head with a puzzled expression:

"What happened?"

Zhiyue casually beckoned to a flustered passenger who hadn't yet changed into his bathrobe:

"Hey bro, what's going on outside?"

The man seemed a little dazed, paused for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"I don't know either. The announcement said to come in for refuge, so I came in."

But I heard someone say that there was something in the station, like poison gas?

"Poison gas... Someone poisoned it?"

"Holy crap, you guys don't know! The front of the car crashed right through the wall and ran over several people!"

One passenger described it with exaggerated gestures.

The rough-looking man from before also came over, surrounded by cameramen, including Ah Her, who silently stroked his reddish-brown beard.

"Damn it, what kind of locomotive is this? It's not some kind of barge, is it?"

The rough-looking man said.

The passenger continued talking, his mouth never stopping:

"That poisonous gas looked terrifying. It wasn't the reverse-element type; it was blackish-red, and it definitely wasn't good."

Zhiyue frowned:

"Black and red... Oh no."

That person was right; black and red are indeed not good things.

Just then, Ah suddenly knelt down, clasped his hands together, and reverently bowed towards the direction of the station:

"Is it you, the great Azure Mother? Have you finally come to save us?!"

His eyes were wild, devout, and sincere.

"That old guy is here again."

"Speaking of this poisonous gas, could it really be something he believes in? That's really quite sinister."

The cameramen standing nearby were used to it. Ahr was one of the seniors among them, but the scene was still quite eerie and gave them the creeps.

But to Zhiyue, this scene presented a completely different picture—

"May the Mother Goddess protect me and grant me all good fortune... May the Mother Goddess protect me and grant me all good fortune..."

The image of the old man in the khaki coat praying on the dining car, with half of the iron chain sticking out of his hand, came to mind.

"The magnificent power of sorrow bestows new life upon decaying civilization; the great Azure Mother guides us on the path to salvation!"