On the night when the crimson moon and stars appeared in the sky, a black wind blew through the Green Sand Desert.
This was similar to the legends of the Green Sand Desert. It was formed by the fusion of the original green wind and the crimson earth.
However, if one looked closely, it was actually more purple.
In this sandstorm, Xu Qing and the others left the medicine store.
In addition to Ning Yan and Wu Jianwu, Ling 'er, You Jing, and Li Youfei also set off.
The most difficult one to deal with was You Jing. It was unknown how the captain communicated with her, but You Jing, who had always hated her, agreed to follow.
In addition, the parrot did not escape. Xu Qing borrowed it from the Crown Prince.
The parrot was originally very reluctant, but after seeing Xu Qing's right hand, it unexpectedly chose to agree.
The Crown Prince and the others did not participate in the end and allowed them to leave.
Just like that, Xu Qing and the others walked into the desert in the sandstorm and headed deeper into the desert.
At the same time, as the crimson moon and stars appeared in the sky, and as the tidal force erupted, the entire Sacrificial Moon Region suffered unspeakably.
Countless mountain ranges were collapsing at every moment, and lakes were flowing against the tide, churning in midair.
In particular, the activity of the curse was extremely obvious in the mortals.
If there was a pair of eyes that could look down on the entire Sacrificial Moon Region, they would see the villages and cities filled with death and endless wails.
The souls of those who died could not leave the Sacrificial Moon Region. They would gather in the temple, forever immersed in this purgatory.
However, the madness was only temporary. The despair after venting was like a never-ending vortex that would drown everything in an instant.
All the tribes, all the sects, and all the cultivators were the same.
They were very unfortunate to live in the years when the Crimson Mother descended.
After all, the Crimson Mother would come once every few thousand years. There was no fixed time, sometimes long, sometimes short. Those who were born and grew up during this time would not live long enough to see the Crimson Mother.
They were not the only ones in despair. Even the factions attached to the crimson moon were mostly silent.
This was because historically, whether or not the factions could survive depended on how hungry the Crimson Mother was.
As a result, the moment the crimson moon and star appeared, despair replaced madness and became the main melody of the Sacrificial Moon Region. It melted into the world and scattered in the wind of the desert, turning into sobs that echoed in the ears of Xu Qing and the others.
In the desert, the world was blurry, and the figures of Xu Qing and the others were faintly discernible.
Their footprints would appear in the desert, but they would be quickly filled up by the wind and sand, leaving no trace behind.
At this moment, the captain was leading the way.
Xu Qing's position was behind the captain.
As he moved forward, Xu Qing instinctively observed the barren land around him. He had been here before.
When he went to save Shadow, Xu Qing had passed by this area. He remembered that if he walked a little further, it would be the place where he first saw the Wind Guardian clansmen.
"We've been walking for four hours. We'll reach our destination in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."
The captain's voice came from the wind and landed in the ears of Xu Qing and the group of people behind him.
"Wind Guardian Clan?"
Xu Qing suddenly spoke.
The captain turned around and glanced at Xu Qing. In the dusky wind and sand, his expression was somewhat unclear, but the light in his eyes was very bright.
"That's right. Little Junior Brother, you know me best. The place we're heading to now is the territory of the Wind Guardian Clan."
"Little Junior Brother, you should know the legend of the Wind Guardian Clan."
The captain's gaze fell on Xu Qing, and then looked at Ning Yan and the others behind him.
Ning Yan, Wu Jianwu, and the others were all wearing thick robes that covered their heads and faces. They were not in a good mood.
In fact, they did not want to come. They did not know the destination this time.
Xu Qing nodded. The mission of the Wind Guardian Clan was to protect the wind of this desert. This was also the reason why this clan was so special.
"Actually, this race didn't exist before this desert was formed."
The captain spoke as he walked.
"There was once an existence and a great person who created this clan based on an agreement."
"The moment this clan was created, they were given the mission of guarding the wind."
"But in essence, the mission of this clan is actually a key."
At this point, the captain stopped and turned to look at Xu Qing, his eyes filled with reminiscence.
"A key to opening the God Execution Ground!"
Xu Qing's gaze sharpened. Most of the others were also somewhat shocked when they heard the captain's words.
"Little Ah Qing, I've told you before that before the Red Mother became a god, she was once killed by the God Execution Ground."
"At that time, the God Execution Ground used the sky as a blade, the earth as a platform, and the sun and moon as a link to form a God Execution Ground that beheaded the Red Mother."
The wind and sand blew the captain's robes. His voice was grave as he pointed to the ground.
"The God Execution Ground is right beneath our feet!
This is the predecessor of the Green Sand Desert. "
The moment these words came out, everyone's hearts trembled. Xu Qing lowered his head and looked at his feet.
The wind was blowing harder and harder. The captain's voice was fragmented and intermittent.
"Later, that great person and his companions found the God Execution Ground that had been reduced to ruins. They used a strange technique that caused the God Execution Ground to show signs of recovery.
A sandstorm formed above the ground, covering everything and concealing it. "
"The method to open the God Execution Ground requires that certain conditions be met. The first condition is that the red moon and stars appear, and the green sand is as red as blood."
The captain's gaze was deep, and his grave voice was filled with passion.
"The second condition is that … the wind in the Green Sand Desert must change from green to black for a fixed period of time. It must be within the fourth hour of the black wind blowing."
"Now, it's purple wind."
The captain raised his right hand, and a yellow light spread out from his palm. It was the captain's Little Yuanzi.
The light emitted by this artificial sun was yellow.
At this moment, as it shone, it continued to rise into the sky until it reached the canopy of the sky. The yellow light spread across the land, mixing with the green wind and red sand.
These three colors overlapped and turned into black!
Suddenly, black wind howled and spread in all directions in this area.
At this moment, an aura of death was born between heaven and earth, growing thicker and thicker.
Ning Yan and the others were shocked. Based on the captain's words and actions, they had a strong feeling that what he was about to do this time was definitely something big.
Xu Qing's expression was grave as he looked at the captain.
"There should be more than these two conditions, right?"
The captain laughed and waved his hand, taking out eight bronze daggers and throwing them around.
Immediately, the eight daggers spread out. They didn't pierce into the sand, but instead pointed down and floated in the air.
Black lightning spread out from each of the daggers and quickly formed a broken circle.
They were the Wind Guardian Clan's holy items. They had been sent to the medicine shop and left with the crown prince. Now, the captain had borrowed them.
After doing this, the captain raised his hand toward Xu Qing.
"Little Ah Qing, lend me the holy item you took from the Wind Guardian Clan that day."
Xu Qing didn't hesitate. He took out the dagger from his bag of holding and threw it to the captain. The captain formed a seal and pointed.
Immediately, the dagger flew toward the broken circle. The moment it landed, black lightning spread out, and a 10,000 feet wide circle appeared in the air with them as the center.
Countless complex runes appeared in the lightning. They looked like words, but very few people could understand them.
"Wind Guardian Clan, according to the agreement of your bloodline, come out!"
The captain lifted his foot and slammed it into the ground.
The black wind howled, and the nine holy daggers buzzed. The captain's voice echoed out in all directions, even down into the desert.
Soon, a large number of vortexes appeared in the desert outside of the 10,000 feet circle.
There were thousands of them, big and small. They rotated around the circle, and as they did, the figures of the Wind Guardian Clan cultivators appeared.
Shockingly, a similar circle appeared on each of the clan members' foreheads. It flashed in sync with the 10,000 feet circle in the air.
The person closest to the 10,000 feet circle was Patriarch Wind Guardian. He looked at Xu Qing and the others in shock, and his expression constantly changed.
As for the other clan members, they were the same. Their minds were in turmoil as they looked at the 10,000 feet circle in disbelief.
"This ritual …."
Patriarch Wind Guardian's heart was in great turmoil.
He knew about this ritual. It was the highest ritual recorded in their clan's bloodline. It was also their true mission, something that no outsider could possibly know about.
To guard the wind, to guard the desert, to wait … for the day when a person would appear in the black wind.
The moment that person appeared, a circle would appear on the ground. Their bloodline would ripple, and a ritual spell would appear on their foreheads.
That was the purpose of their clan's existence.
However, not even in his wildest dreams could Patriarch Wind Guardian ever have imagined that the mission they had been waiting for would appear on this day.
Furthermore, the person who appeared was the cultivator from the medicine shop.
This caused his heart to tremble violently.
"Little Ah Qing," said the captain, "the third condition for opening that place is naturally the Wind Guardian Clan.
"What we need are all of the clan members who have appeared in the black wind over the course of countless years."
The captain's voice echoed out as he looked at Patriarch Wind Guardian.
A tremor ran through Patriarch Wind Guardian's body as the rumbling of his bloodline caused him to lower his head and instinctively speak.
"As you command, God!"
As the words left his mouth, four of the vortexes in the area suddenly turned white. At the same time, the four clan members within them were clearly visible.
There were men and women in the group, and their ages varied. However, their hair, eyebrows, and pupils were all white.
This type of clan member had a special status within the Wind Guardian Clan. They were usually well protected from the moment they were born until they died.
The mission of the Wind Guardian Clan required them to always have at least three of these clan members around them at all times.
"Also, the skulls!"
Said the captain in a low voice as he floated up into the air.
Patriarch Wind Guardian took a deep breath and immediately gave the order. Soon, nine black skulls were carefully brought out from the clan grounds. Each of the nine clan members carried the skulls to the floating daggers in the air.
"Little Ah Qing, the place where the God Execution Stage once reigned was turned into an illusion by that great man. He hid it in the wind of the green sand desert. Only the memories of the Wind Guardian Clan can open it.
"Now, the ritual may begin."