"The green wind is changing color …."
Xu Qing murmured inwardly. His gaze was profound, and the white wind outside caused a feeling of unease to rise up in his heart.
Any changes in Heaven and Earth were either related to natural law, or were caused by some unimaginable power. For example, the eruption of the sea of flame, or the wind in the green desert.
"Is there a connection between the two?"
In the end, Xu Qing knew too little about the Sacrificial Moon Region, and there were too many unexplainable things in this world. In silence, Xu Qing raised his hand and reached outside the window. He caught a grain of white sand in the wind and brought it to his face.
The sand was pure white, and seemed to have a life of its own. It struggled in Xu Qing's hand, and when it realized that it couldn't break free, it burrowed into his flesh.
Golden light flickered in Xu Qing's hand, preventing the sand from burrowing into his flesh.
After a long moment, Xu Qing was able to see some clues. The white sand … seemed to be some sort of insect egg.
"Could it be that the green wind is changing color because some unknown entity spread its own egg, causing it to sweep across the entire desert and absorb nutrients?"
A thoughtful look appeared in Xu Qing's eyes. However, this was only his speculation, and there was no proof.
As for whether or not the sand was an insect egg, that was only Xu Qing's intuition. There were many strange things in Heaven and Earth, and many times, one's intuition could not be completely trusted.
Ling 'er poked her head out to look at the outside world, her eyes filled with awe. She could also sense the ominous feeling within the white sand.
Seeing Xu Qing's expression, the parrot felt a bit guilty.
It blinked, not telling him that it had defecated.
After a long moment, Xu Qing looked away from the sand and back at the parrot.
A tremor ran through the parrot's body, and it stood up straight.
"Can you teleport people?"
Asked Xu Qing calmly.
"I can!"
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Inwardly, it was thinking, "I can, but it depends on my mood."
"Where is the Captain?" asked Xu Qing.
"In the western part of the domain, near the shore of the Sacrificial Yin River," replied the parrot.
Xu Qing didn't ask any more questions. Although he wasn't sure why the Captain had asked the parrot to summon him, since it had something to do with the sun, it most likely required the power of the Golden Crow.
He could go, but the shadow hadn't returned.
Because of Xu Qing's research into curses, the shadow often went out to hunt for him. Sometimes it would return in one or two days, and sometimes it would take five or six days.
Xu Qing raised his head and looked at the hazy white between heaven and earth in the distance. He called out to the shadow in his heart, but there was no response. This sandstorm had isolated everything.
Xu Qing could only rely on the connection between them to sense that the shadow was somewhere very far away.
Moreover, he did not move much.
Even the parrot could return before the wind rose. Logically speaking, it was impossible for the shadow to remain indifferent after seeing the white wind.
"Brother Xu Qing, about Little Ying …"
Ling Ji looked at Xu Qing, feeling a little worried.
Something must have gone wrong. Let's go and take a look.
Xu Qing said calmly. He turned around and looked at the small pharmacy. He tidied up his items and pushed open the door. When he walked out, he even locked the door. After thinking for a moment, he found a sign and wrote the reason why he would close the pharmacy for a few months.
Only then did he leave.
The parrot and the Diamond Sect's Patriarch had already flown out, one by his side, while the other carefully landed on Xu Qing's shoulder.
Ignoring them, Xu Qing walked into Tucheng.
There were very few pedestrians on the streets. There were a few figures who were kneeling down to the heavens and earth, murmuring something.
A white sandstorm swept in from the horizon, whistling past the residences in the city. Most of the doors to the houses were tightly shut.
The residents, as well as the cultivators from the smaller organizations in the area, would not go out in the white sandstorm unless absolutely necessary.
Only the deformed would walk in the wind and kowtow to the white heavens and earth.
The White Mother awoke and enjoyed the peace of the Flame River.
The Son of God descended to save the world.
The many bodies were confused, but the heart was not perplexed.
I am willing to become soil and nourish the heavens.
Murmurs came from the mouths of the deformed people who were prostrating themselves before Bai Feng. They were filled with devotion and devotion, and as they kowtowed, they unbuttoned their large robes to reveal their grotesque and hideous bodies.
Their bodies were shocking to the eye, as if they had been growing out of control. Huge strips of flesh hung down from their bodies, and some even had limbs and faces growing out of their bellies.
The strips of flesh rose up of their own accord and began to sway back and forth.
When the parrot saw this, it gasped, and its eyes went wide.
Xu Qing's gaze swept over them, and his expression remained the same. He had already noticed this when he arrived, so he was not too surprised.
He walked past the deformed people who were kowtowing and murmuring.
Step by step, he walked out of the earthen city and walked to the edge of the cliff.
Looking from here, the world was covered in a white haze. The whimpering wind raged and swirled, and the entire world seemed to have turned into a white ocean. Countless grains of sand moved with the wind, blowing on Xu Qing's body, falling into his clothes, and burrowing into his flesh.
But in the next instant, Xu Qing's body flashed with a golden light, and all the grains of sand fell down.
Sensing the direction of his shadow, Xu Qing tightened his collar and moved forward.
He turned into a long rainbow and left the Bitter Life Mountain Range, stepping into the desert.
His robes fluttered, and the sandstorm submerged him.
In the desert, Xu Qing sped forward. In the sandstorm, there was an endless amount of sand that enveloped him from all directions. There was also a vague feeling of greed that was born from all living things.
The power of life filled the world, causing the bodies of all living things to grow uncontrollably under this invasion.
And the grains of sand constantly wanted to burrow into their bodies, wanting to parasitize their flesh and blood.
The white wind carried with it a catalytic force.
If the grains of sand really were insect eggs, then the catalytic effect could also be explained. This was the catalysis of all living things, turning them into parasitic nourishment for the insect eggs.
The vast majority of those who were catalyzed would eventually be sucked dry and die.
Only a few would be able to find a mountain to hide in and escape. Thus, there were the deformed people in the various earthen cities of the Bitter Life Mountain Range.
However, their bodies could not be reversed. They coexisted with the parasitic insect eggs in their bodies. Those strips of flesh should have been formed from these insect eggs.
…
Walking through the sandstorm, Xu Qing silently sensed his surroundings. As he came to a realization, he also spread out the power of his poison. It spread out from his body, forming the only black color in this white sandstorm.
The moment the grains of sand touched this black fog, they would emit a sizzling sound. Then, they would be dyed and fall to the ground as if they had died.
But there was too much sand. Xu Qing understood that he had some methods to resist it, but he could not stay in this white desert for too long. Thus, he increased his speed.
Just like that, time slowly passed. Six hours passed.
There were not many cultivators in the white desert. It seemed that Xu Qing was the only one walking through the desert. The ground was also different from what Xu Qing had seen before.
There had been very little vegetation in the green desert before. But now, in this white sandstorm, white grass grew on the ground. The grass grew rapidly. At first, it was only the length of a finger, but soon, it was half the height of a person.
The endless white grass swayed in the wind. Xu Qing had never seen this scene of a sandstorm coexisting with a grassland anywhere else.
This continued until the white grass bloomed with flowers that looked like white cotton. They were like dandelions that were blown up by the wind. They were like white feathers that floated across the world.
The color of the wind became even whiter because of this.
The greed in the grains of sand grew stronger. The white wind, white sand, and white hair filled the air. Just as strong was the catalytic force in the desert. In the wind, Xu Qing could feel every inch of his flesh and blood changing. They showed signs of squirming on their own.
It was as if they wanted to separate from his body and continue to grow until they collapsed.
This malice that came from all directions caused Xu Qing to frown. He stopped for a moment and the poison in his body spread out.
Three feet, three feet … In the blink of an eye, Xu Qing's poison spread out to ten feet, forming a black storm. Then, he continued to move forward according to the feeling in his heart.
He had already sensed the location of the shadow, and the closer they were, the stronger the connection between them. The shadow also noticed Xu Qing, so it sent out intermittent cries for help.
Xu Qing's eyes were cold. His previous judgment was not wrong. Something had happened to the shadow. His body flickered and he sped up.
At this moment, the shadow was howling in pain in the white sandstorm that was some distance away from Xu Qing.
Under normal circumstances, its voice could not be heard, but it was different now.
It was restricted to the ground!
A bronze dagger that was stained with golden blood nailed it to the white grass. No matter how it struggled, it was useless. It could not break free at all.
Every time it struggled, the dagger would emit a golden light, forming a falling force that continuously suppressed it. Every time it was suppressed, the shadow would be heavily injured.
The black curtain that it turned into was covered with densely packed dandelions. These dandelions were in it. Their roots penetrated deep into the shadow's body, constantly devouring its vitality and forcibly assimilating it.
This was the reason why the shadow was howling in pain.
At the same time, there were more than ten figures beside the shadow.
They wore white robes and stood in the sandstorm. Their appearance could not be seen. Their robes covered everything and isolated them from the sandstorm.
Only their white eyes were exposed, coldly looking into the distance.
"Your master hasn't arrived yet?"
The cultivator at the front looked at the struggling shadow on the ground and spoke calmly as he formed a hand seal and pointed at the dagger.
Immediately, the dagger that was nailed into the shadow's body flickered and sank in another inch, giving off even more golden light. The shadow's howls became even more pitiful and pained.
Its voice was not pleasant to hear.
Hearing the shadow's howls, the white-robed cultivator was indifferent and calmly spoke.
Following this, he raised his hand and was about to continue suppressing the shadow. However, at that moment, he seemed to sense something and looked up at the horizon.
His ten or so companions also sensed something and coldly looked into the distance.
The shadow became excited and cried for help.
In the distance, a black storm suddenly appeared.
It was like the source of pollution. Whether it was dandelions or sand, after getting close to the storm, they would instantly change color.
The white dandelions became black, and so did the sand. They surrounded the storm and became a part of it.
Wherever the storm passed, the white grass instantly turned black and withered.
It was like an emissary of death had descended.
Seeing this scene, the white-robed cultivators felt their hearts tremble.
They had been waiting for the shadow's master, and they had been full of confidence. However, seeing this black storm, they instinctively thought of the legend of the Green Sand Desert.
Everyone was on high alert. Even the white-robed cultivator leading the group held his breath for a moment, and a grave expression appeared in his eyes. He stared at the rapidly approaching black storm and the blurry figure within it and shouted, "Halt!"
The storm did not stop, and the figure within continued to walk over with a terrifying aura.
A cold and emotionless voice sounded out, sounding like a cold wind blowing through the world.
"You're all seeking death!"