Warhammer begins in 2026

Huang Feng did not rush to find the four top sects, nor did he intend to rashly contact high-level cultivators.

She wanted to see first what kind of lives the ordinary people at the very bottom of this world, which was parasitized by the four gods, actually lived.

She raised her hand to conceal all her aura, and the Black Stone Order Force Field quietly receded. Even Ahriman and the two Imperial Guards who accompanied her concealed the brilliance of their armor and suppressed their own pressure, making them look no different from ordinary traveling merchants.

The four of them slowly walked down the mountain and headed towards a huge town built against the mountain not far away.

The two imperial guards were tall and imposing, standing at a full three meters tall. They were covered in heavy armor and exuded a commanding presence. Even when they tried to suppress their aura, their physiques were still far beyond that of ordinary people, making them stand out conspicuously in the crowd.

When the townspeople saw this, they were not afraid at all. Instead, they all turned their heads and whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with awe.

In their eyes, this imposing and domineering figure with an extraordinary physique was no ordinary traveler; he was undoubtedly a martial arts cultivator from the Blood Martial Saint lineage who had undergone rigorous training.

After all, Blood Martial Saint Venerable is in charge of fierce combat power and physical martial arts. His disciples have always been physically strong and imposing. The townspeople have long held the belief that the taller and stronger a person is, the more devout they are to the Saint Venerable.

No one could have imagined that these two giants, who looked like martial arts cultivators, were actually the Interstellar Forbidden Army, which was specifically tasked with suppressing chaos.

This town was established under the patronage of a second-rate power. It is the most ordinary settlement of mortals in this world, surviving under the protection of a small power, and is also the source of countless people's voluntary exposure to subspace pollution.

The closer you get to a town, the more vibrant the everyday life becomes.

The streets were wide and flat, paved with bluestone, and lined with shops on both sides, including restaurants, teahouses, general stores, and blacksmith shops. The people coming and going were dressed simply and neatly, each doing their own thing: carrying loads, going to the market, setting up stalls, or visiting relatives. The scene was bustling yet peaceful.

There were no riots, no suffering, no bizarre mutations, and even the public security was excellent.

Children chased and played on the street, old people sat on the roadside chatting in the sun, vendors shouted loudly, and travelers stopped to rest, presenting a picture of peace and prosperity.

Huang Feng walked slowly through the crowd, his gaze carefully sweeping over each mortal, sensing their bodies and souls again and again.

Without exception, they were all clean and pure.

Without any subspace pollution or chaotic distortion, their souls were stable and their minds were pure, making them no different from ordinary people in the Great Expeditionary Territory.

Ahriman followed beside him and whispered, "My lord, this is the most terrifying place in this world."

"As long as mortals do not engage in cultivation or crave power, they will never be corrupted. Evil gods never actively harm people; they only tempt people to willingly become tainted by the filth of the subspace. The horror of this entire world lies in the fact that everyone willingly jumps into the devil's pit."

It is precisely because mortals live peaceful and stable lives that they become greedy and envious of those who seem glamorous but are actually corrupted by the warp, desperately wanting to be tainted and gain power.

Everyone wants to become stronger, and everyone actively yearns for the subspace pollution, scrambling to join forces and undergo the corrupt transformation.

You can hear people chatting everywhere on the street.

"I heard that the Li family's kid joined a powerful faction, completed his cultivation and Qi refining transformation, and will soon be able to receive spiritual energy infusions, making him completely different from us!"

"What a blessing! To be fortunate enough to have such an opportunity not only allows me to transform myself but also to protect my family!"

"Our lives are ordinary and uneventful, how can we compare to those cultivators who live carefree lives? Being able to cultivate and become stronger is an incredible stroke of luck."

Everyone envies the corrupted mutants, desperately wanting to join this subspace contamination system and destroy their own souls.

Huang Feng looked up at the mountain behind the town. The corrupted members of that small faction were flying through the air on their weapons, their movements flamboyant, which drew the kneeling and reverence of the people below.

In her eyes, however, these people, revered by all, become stronger with each passing moment, leading to a deeper contamination of the subspace, a loss of humanity, and a step closer to becoming utter demons.

The peaceful towns of ordinary people, seemingly idyllic and bustling with life, are in essence merely a reservoir of pure souls kept by the Four Gods.

They use the promise of a peaceful life to lure mortals into yearning for the path of immortality, and they use the promise of eternal life to tempt living beings to willingly fall into depravity.

This strategy is gentle, deadly, and unsolvable.

As Huang Feng looked at the bustling and peaceful street, the chill in his eyes grew stronger.

Compared to bloody slaughter and direct pollution, this kind of insidious, pervasive, and voluntary descent into chaos is the most terrifying.

Golden Elixir Conceals a Different Race, Transformation into Deity is Possession

After exploring the towns and villages at the foot of the mountain and getting a sense of the living conditions of ordinary people, Huang Feng and his group stopped and headed along the mountain path toward the second-rate sects behind the town.

The entire mountain road was lush and green, with a gentle breeze blowing through the forest, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere, with no hint of hidden danger.

Huang Feng remained completely concealed, appearing as an ordinary passerby with stunningly beautiful features, without the slightest hint of a powerful figure. Aliman and the two three-meter-tall Imperial Guards also maintained their composure throughout, silently accompanying him, their bodies devoid of any energy fluctuations.

Just as the group reached the halfway point of the mountain, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly pierced the air from the forest.

A figure descended from the sky on a long sword, blocking the middle of the mountain path with an arrogant posture, looking down at Huang Feng and his group.

This is a cultivator who has completed the Golden Core transformation and is also an elder of this second-rate sect.

He scanned Huang Feng from head to toe, his gaze fixed on her beautiful and ethereal face, and an undisguised greedy and wicked thought instantly welled up in his eyes.

In his eyes, Huang Feng was just a beautiful but mortal man with no ability to protect himself. The two imperial guards beside him looked burly, but he couldn't sense any energy in them. They were just three ordinary people with strong bodies, not worth mentioning at all.

In his eyes, this stunningly beautiful woman, accompanied by a few guards, was an opportunity that had come knocking on his door.

The Golden Core cultivator curled his lips into a sinister smile, completely disregarding Huang Feng and his group.

"She is indeed stunningly beautiful, and she's quite bold to venture into the mountains alone."

"Be a good boy and come back to the mountain gate with me to serve me. I can guarantee you a lifetime of wealth and honor, and save you from the hardships of wandering in the mountains."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and grabbed at Huang Feng. His movements were rough and urgent, clearly indicating that he wanted to forcibly take the money.

He believed himself to be overwhelmingly powerful, and that he could easily defeat a few ordinary people without even using his full strength.

But just as his hand was about to reach Huang Feng, Aliman, who had been standing silently to the side, suddenly turned cold.

The silent spiritual energy exploded instantly, and the invisible mental shackles suddenly locked the limbs and body of the Golden Core cultivator.

Click!

A slight cracking sound of bones being constricted rang out, and the arrogant Golden Core cultivator instantly froze on the spot, unable to move his entire body, unable to even open his mouth to make a sound, his whole body pinned to mid-air.

His pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with disbelief, and an overwhelming sense of fear surged within him.

He couldn't understand how several seemingly powerless ordinary people could possess such terrifying abilities.