Chapter 638: True History

The source of the wind came from Xu Qing, who sat cross-legged and motionless in the distance.

At this moment, winds surged and lightning struck the altar grounds, leaving everyone looking uncertain and astonished. Even the vortex in the sky roared louder. Just a moment ago, they felt a subtle fluctuation carried by the wind, seemingly emanating from Xu Qing, and immediately afterward, this world shook. The earth trembled, and the knife-edge mountains in the distant sky also swayed, dislodging a large amount of rubble that crashed into the canyon, its echoes lingering.

“What’s happening?!” Ning Yan gasped, his expression horrified.

The Captain’s eyes widened too as he watched Xu Qing, sitting cross-legged with closed eyes in the distance, his heart churning. The Prince suddenly turned to look at Xu Qing, his expression changing.

“This is…” Princess Mingmei and the others also instantly looked over, strange lights flickering in their eyes.

Eighth Brother trembled, muttering incredulously, “Did he really comprehend it?”

Amidst everyone’s varying degrees of shock, an unparalleled killing intent was slowly forming in this place! It was only an embryonic form, needing time to fully manifest. But even in this nascent state, it already stirred immense waves in everyone’s hearts, especially the Prince. As he watched Xu Qing sitting cross-legged in the distance, he should have been pleased by this development, as Xu Qing had achieved something under his guidance. Yet, he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness. At this moment, he thought of Xu Qing's master again and instinctively looked towards Princess Mingmei. Princess Mingmei’s gaze also met his at that moment; they looked at each other in silence.

Does wind have an age? If not, how does it record the traces of all things in time? If it does, how does one distinguish it? Too few people could answer this question. Perhaps the age of wind is determined by the stories it witnesses, thus creating the concepts of ancient times and the present.

At this moment, within the Sacrificial Moon Domain, as the wind stirred all beings and swayed the hearts of all things, the Red Moon Temple was also actively searching. The scenes from the first act of the play were an extremely severe blasphemy to the Red Moon Temple! They needed to find the source and put a stop to it all. Thus, large numbers of temple cultivators surged out in all directions. However, it was clearly impossible to locate the altar hidden in the green sand in such a short time.

Meanwhile, the ancient wind, now blowing across the altar grounds, stirred everyone’s minds, turning into even greater turmoil. But the second act of the scene had already officially begun, and nothing could be stopped. Even though Ning Yan and the others’ minds were trembling, they could only grit their teeth and perform. Thus, the shaking of heaven and earth, stirred by the ancient wind, became the background of the scene, projected through the lens of the Heavenly Eye into the minds of all beings in the Sacrificial Moon Domain.

The grand play continued. The story seen by all beings unknowingly gained traces of ancientness and a will to kill, making its authenticity even greater.

In the scene, an altar first appeared. This altar was immense, and while its vast divine power surged, countless runic imprints permeated its surface. The flicker of any single one caused suns, moons, and stars to shatter within it. It was terrifying to the extreme. At the center of this altar, the Crimson Mother, sealed by the shattering of countless stars, was forcibly held down on her knees by a large man in golden armor. She tried to struggle but to no avail.

The man in golden armor wore a mask, obscuring his expression, but he stood ramrod straight, filled with an aura of grim determination. One hand pressed down on the Crimson Mother's head, while the other dragged a long saber. The saber shimmered with a cold light, emitting terrifying fluctuations, and its thousand-zhang illusionary shadow materialized in mid-air, a truly shocking sight. This was the divine official responsible for the execution.

Outside the altar, the Sovereign, played by Ning Yan, gazed at the sky, surrounded by countless figures vaguely visible, all deferring to him. They were waiting for the ancient emperor's decree to arrive. The scene was solemn, the killing intent incredibly dense, clearly imprinted in the minds of all beings, causing everyone in the Sacrificial Moon Domain to feel a profound tremor in their hearts at this moment. This was because the killing intent in the scene was too astonishing; it could be strongly perceived by all beings, transcending the visual itself. Even though most of them were still hesitant, the reality of this killing intent at this moment made those wavering powerhouses from various races become even more unsettled. The higher one's cultivation, the more pronounced this effect was, as the perception of killing intent manifested at different levels depending on the sharpness of their senses.

“This transmission of killing intent…”

“Just a slight feeling of it makes my heart pound!”

“Could it be... that this scene is actually real?”

The minds of all beings outside trembled, especially the cultivators of the Red Moon Temple, who were even more horrified at this moment and intensified their search for the origin of all this. What these people didn't know was that the actors within the scene were equally shaken. Ning Yan tried hard to control his trepidation, refraining from looking at Xu Qing's location, but he could intensely feel the increasingly astonishing killing intent around him. This not only terrified him but also triggered a burgeoning sense of life-or-death crisis. The Captain was also startled, and the trembling of the Crimson Mother, played by Youjing, was not entirely faked.

Indeed, the wind here grew stronger. The killing intent within it became increasingly dense, even affecting the laws of this place, causing snowflakes to appear and drift between heaven and earth. The Prince and Princess Mingmei’s expressions also turned solemn; they no longer cared about the performance, their gazes now fixed on Xu Qing.

Xu Qing was still in comprehension. Using his Morning Glow, he had been searching, simulating, and tracing the fleeting ripple that had appeared in the ink wash painting within his mind. Just a moment ago, he finally found its trace deep within the misty ink wash of his sea of consciousness. The Morning Glow merged into it. As he simulated and comprehended, his mind slowly unleashed a heaven-shaking roar, until he heard the previously indistinct whisper in his ear. That ripple was the source of the whisper, and also the source of the wind.

Now, it became clear!

“Kill!”

“Kill!!”

“Kill!!!”

Countless voices converged, roaring out this single word, which abruptly exploded in Xu Qing's mind at that instant. His mind was turbulent, and the ink in his sea of consciousness surged in violent waves. It was earth-shattering. The ancient wind stirred even more powerfully, unleashing itself from Xu Qing's body as its conduit, howling across the shattered altar, and surging violently through the Heavenly Eye's lens into the minds of all beings. This caused all beings to be horrified; most of the powerhouses from various races outside felt a sudden jolt in their hearts, and some even leapt up in terror from their cross-legged positions, their hairs standing on end. To them, the killing intent in the scene within their minds at this moment seemed to transform into an ancient malevolent deity, erupting before their eyes. It was incredibly real.

This was especially true for the cultivators of the Inverse Moon Palace, where the few mysterious Vice Palace Masters, from their respective hiding places, all showed changes in their expressions. Their expressions were solemn; they had already been surprised and suspicious when they previously sensed that the formation of these scenes had utilized the Inverse Moon Palace. Although most of them had been hesitant about the appearance of the first act, they had attached great importance to it in their hearts. But now, the killing intent in the second act intensely shook their minds.

“Is this real?!”

Even within the Red Moon Temple, a terrifying aura erupted at this moment. After the Divine Son entered seclusion, the Temple Sovereign, who was in charge of everything, stepped out from within. His expression was extremely grave; even he felt a heart-pounding dread. He had originally thought that all of this was orchestrated by the Prince and his group, but now... he was no longer certain.

Meanwhile, Ning Yan and the others’ hearts also churned violently, and Wu Jianwu, who was supposed to appear according to the script, paused in his steps, his body stiffening. However, remembering that countless spectators were watching him, Wu Jianwu forced himself to calm down. Dressed in imperial robes and wearing a crown, his figure slowly reappeared in the scene's sky, gazing down upon the earth and meeting the eyes of the Sovereign played by Ning Yan. At this moment, he didn't need to display any aura; the earth shaking, the sky roaring, and all the changes caused by the surging killing intent naturally became part of the dramatic effect.

Before this, the dramatic effect was something the Prince and his group had been trying to achieve, but now they completely disregarded the play, their attention entirely fixed on Xu Qing.

“Why isn’t he awake yet?” The Prince hesitated inwardly, but knowing Xu Qing, he didn't voice the question, trusting Eighth Brother would say it.

“How is this kid not awake yet? He’s successfully comprehended it!” Eighth Brother, just as the Prince expected, was murmuring with wide eyes.

“He’s still comprehending. Killing intent is not his limit,” the Prince said calmly after hearing Eighth Brother’s words.

Princess Mingmei nodded slightly.

Eighth Brother sneered, looking at them. “Why do you both look like you knew this all along? But what you said before wasn’t like this. It’s too fake, do you take me for a fool?”

Princess Mingmei remained expressionless, raised a hand, and with a bang, Eighth Brother’s body was directly blasted far away by a powerful force.

“Eighth Brother’s brain might not have been damaged by the blow, but was already damaged before it,” the Prince said.

The Prince agreed, and Fifth Sister also nodded in agreement, her gaze sweeping over Xu Qing as she spoke in a low voice. “I am very much looking forward to seeing how much further he can comprehend after grasping the killing intent of the God-Slaying Altar…”

Meanwhile, within Xu Qing's sea of consciousness, amidst the violent turmoil of the ink wash, the killing intent within it also spread throughout Xu Qing's entire body. Xu Qing’s body shuddered, and waves of intense pain surged through him. But at this moment, he had no thought of opening his eyes, nor did the idea of investigating the source of the intense pain cross his mind. He remained seated cross-legged, his consciousness immersed. He was waiting for the ink wash painting in his sea of consciousness to fully form! This was his true objective. Once that wisp of killing intent's fluctuation was captured by him and then released, the scene… would no longer be shattered.

And now, as the ink wash blended with the seven colors, a scene slowly began to materialize from within… In the scene, the sky was divided into two: the white part became azure, and the black part became crimson. On the azure sky, a supreme giant, towering between heaven and earth, stood clad in kingly robes. Auspicious clouds obscured his face, yet they could not conceal the domineering aura emanating from him, capable of suppressing all ages. It was as if with a glance, time itself would rewind, and with a breath, all things would return to primordial chaos.

On the crimson sky, a vast figure also flickered into view: a woman in a long red dress, with an ordinary face and deep eyes containing the starry sky. Within them, one could witness the birth of galaxies and the dimming of star domains. Beneath her gown, there were no legs; instead, countless tentacles extended across the crimson sky, each one coiled around a star. Divine fluctuations surged from her body.

“Li Zihua, I didn't expect it would be you… to hinder my ascent to godhood.”

“The Elder is ill,” the tall figure in the azure sky said hoarsely.

The woman fell silent, then after a long pause, murmured softly, “Do you still remember my song?”

Following her murmur, a song began, reverberating through heaven and earth:

“Some transform into freedom, soaring, chasing waves and riding winds all the way.Rushing to the Red Moon Ocean, traversing the vast frontiers.The cycles of sentient beings are mere illusions; all flesh and blood serve as sustenance.Sunlight burns the eyes, yet ideals cannot be buried.I gaze up at the boundless expanse, above the Red Moon… I am soaring!”