A Thousand Years Later
Before the Zhishui Lake, everyone was silent and trembling. The four leaders and the Dragon Clan who arrived later also looked at the scenery before the Zhishui Lake without saying a word.
The main issue is that Jingwei's murderous intent has reached its peak.
This time, Jingwei was truly determined to kill.
Her crimson eyes fixed coldly on the group of people in front of the Zhishui Lake, her murderous intent fully revealed.
Among them were several leaders who had appeared in the center of Taixu Mountain, and it seems that some of their clansmen were still there.
The leaders' hearts skipped a beat, their faces changed drastically, and by the time they tried to escape, it was too late.
"You deserve to die!"
Her crimson eyes burned with fire, Jingwei's hair fluttered without wind, and her whole body was engulfed in scorching flames, a deep infernal fire, and a dry feeling swept through the air.
As the Flame Domain unfolded, the panicked crowd was frozen in mid-air. Even the leaders were not spared; they tried to explain, but were burned by the flames within the Flame Domain.
Fire is burning.
The crimson Lie Yan transformed into scythes, reaping the bodies of those who dared to offend them.
Their bodies were burning, their souls were being scorched, and their shrill screams echoed throughout the entire Zhishui Lake.
The flames were extremely hot, distorting the very space around them. They seemed to be emitting mournful cries and crackling sounds, whether from burning human flesh or from the inability of the Taixu Realm to withstand the heat.
The flames constantly changed shape, from humanoid to beast-like, until only the purest part belonging to the spirit remained—a point of power that condensed the essence of the spirit.
The number of people in front of the Zhishui Lake was more than a dozen; they were all burned into the essence of this energy.
The four leaders and the burly man were horrified, especially the burly man, who could no longer think about upholding the dignity of the Dragon Clan. The terrifying temperature not only scorched his soul but also destroyed his will.
Even if the entire clan were to fight against it, all they would gain would be a few more energy essences.
The Flame Domain in the sky was receding, but Jingwei's anger was hard to quell; the burning rage seemed to consume her as well.
All the essence of energy was gathered into one point, and when the flames dissipated, what remained was a crystal seed. The rhomboid crystal emitted a dazzling light, captivating all who looked at it. But when they learned how this crystal was formed, everyone remained silent.
Philosopher's Stone
Forged from the lives of countless humans, its effects are said to be able to bring the dead back to life.
Although the pill in Jingwei's hand was only refined by a hundred people, its energy essence should not be underestimated. If someone on the verge of death takes it, it can directly save their life.
Jingwei, without hesitation, threw it into the Zhishui Lake. Only then did the others behind her see that a woman was sleeping peacefully in the Zhishui Lake.
Her gray hair was loose, like a soft silk sheet, her face was serene and peaceful, and she was fast asleep with her eyes closed. The loud noises outside could not disturb her in the slightest.
Even the Flame Domain that Jingwei just used did not evaporate the lake water at all.
Beside the lake, Little Yue'er looked guilty and hesitantly squeezed out a few words.
"I'm sorry, I didn't guard it well."
He twisted the hem of his dress with both hands, head hanging low in dejection.
In the air, Jingwei's face remained terrifyingly silent, not uttering a single word, yet creating an oppressive atmosphere among everyone.
I dare not say, I cannot say
Fearing that it might further provoke the person's rage.
Jingwei rubbed her temples, suppressing her anger. Without even looking at the crowd, she left a single sentence in the air.
"Everything as usual"
He vanished into thin air, a crimson light flashing before disappearing in the blink of an eye. But at this moment, no one dared to cause any disturbance, not even the proud Ao Bing.
Amidst the silence, one person stood out with a fanatical expression—that was Golden Winged Feather. He was still clutching the futon in his arms, unnoticed and ignored by everyone.
His chance seemed to have arrived.
Just as everyone was preparing to follow Jingwei's instructions, another scream came from the side—it was Golden Winged Feather's scream.
He was holding a prayer mat in his hands, preparing to leave the Bitter Bamboo Forest, when he was suddenly surrounded by flames. His shrill screams reminded everyone of the scene from before.
"Chief, save me—"
The screams of the Golden Winged Feather naturally attracted Peng Fei's attention. Seeing the charred skin of the feathers being burned by the flames, a chill ran through him.
His eyes flashed with sadness, and he completely ignored the other person's roar.
He didn't want his clan to be wiped out. If he wasn't mistaken, Jingwei was currently facing extermination, and its leaders were the best example of that.
A sinister glint flashed in Golden Winged Feather's eyes as he glared venomously at Peng Fei. His resentment rose, but it was quickly purified by the flames. In no time, Golden Winged Feather had become one of those people's companions.
His soul and spirit were destroyed, and he was refined into the Philosopher's Stone.
The sparkling rhomboid crystal flew into the Zhishui Lake with a whoosh, causing another burst of divine light to rise from the surface. A thin mist rose, but in the blink of an eye, it completely covered the lake, making it impossible for those outside to see what was happening inside.
Peace was finally restored within Taixu Mountain, but unrest began to rage outside the mountain.
One scream after another echoed through the jungle, alarming the surrounding Source Universe. Black resentment seemed to gather in the sky, but it was quickly burned away by the fiery Lie Yan.
Resentment is hard to form
One, two, three...
The other tribes were terrified, especially the four tribes closest to Taixu Mountain, who warned their members not to trespass into the mountain without permission, or they would bear the consequences.
As word spread, the Taixu Realm returned to peace, the flames of war ceased, and the Taixu Realm seemed to have returned to its former state.
The powerful spirit beasts hidden throughout the Taixu Realm let out a soft sigh from their nostrils.
I sigh for those arrogant and conceited people, and I also sigh for the innocent people who have been harmed because of them.
I had already warned people not to trespass on Taixu Mountain, but they wouldn't listen, and now they've suffered this terrible fate.
"Why!"
They were the most primitive generation of spirit beasts in the Taixu Realm, whose strength had long since reached the Transcendent Realm, but due to the limitations of the Taixu Realm, they were unable to break through to a higher realm in their lifetime.
Millennia of sedimentation have long since extinguished their desire to fight; they only wish to spend the rest of their lives in peace.
One day in the Douluo Continent is equivalent to a hundred years in the Taixu Realm; ten thousand years is but a fleeting moment.
Just like Fu Hua's slumber, which lasted for a thousand years.
A thousand years have passed within the Taixu Realm. All the spirit beast clans have fallen silent. Without the ravages of war, the Taixu Realm can truly be called a pure land.
Inside Taixu Mountain, Fuyun Temple has long been rebuilt, and everything has been restored to its original state. However, the once deserted mountain now has a touch of life in it.
The Spirit Fox and others who were left in the mountains naturally settled here. As long as they didn't go to Zhishui Lake and damage the mountain environment, Jingwei let them be.
Since that incident a thousand years ago, Little Yue'er has become much more composed. Perhaps out of guilt for Jingwei's entrustment, she has worked hard to cultivate and her strength has caught up with Jingwei's.
With the Fire Phoenix Feather left behind by Little Yue'er, her current strength is comparable to that of the Spirit Fox.
According to the power ranking system in the Douluo Continent, they are currently at the level of Titled Douluo, all of them being level 95 Douluo.
Jingwei is Level 98, Little Yue'er is level 97, Long Qing'er level 95, and Crane Spirit Immortal, who has her own immortal aura, is even higher in cultivation than Spirit Fox and the others, and is on par with Little Yue'er at level 97.
Her taciturn nature caught Jingwei's attention. Perhaps it was because of the ethereal aura she possessed, but Jingwei allowed her to cultivate by the Zhishui Lake. Every night, a surge of spiritual energy would rise and fall with the moonlight, instantly making the Zhishui Lake shimmer.
Everything seemed to be moving in a good direction, but even after a thousand years, Jingwei still couldn't figure out what the black box that person had given her was.
There were no locks, no gaps, and the box was completely sealed. It was pitch black inside, perfectly natural, and it was hard to tell whether the black substance was the box itself or its contents.
A thousand years ago, Jingwei slaughtered those tribes and forged four Philosopher's Stones, which she threw into the lake. After the initial flash, they ceased to exist.
Fu Hua remained asleep in the lake, her complexion still rosy, but she couldn't wake up.
This frustrated Jingwei. Was something still missing?
I looked down at the box in my hand. It was completely sealed. Was I going to throw it directly into the lake? But what if the contents inside melted?
Beside her, Crane Spirit Immortal remained quietly sitting cross-legged, neither speaking nor making any extra movements, as if she were not there.
"Jingwei"
Little Yue'er's voice sounded from behind, soft and gentle.
Jingwei continued to look down at the black box in her hand.
Still worried?
This time, not only Little Yue'er came, but also Spirit Fox and others. It was clear that all the people living in Taixu Mountain were present.
"A thousand years have passed, yet Lord Crimson Kite Yuan has still not awakened."
"For the past thousand years, you've been looking at this box. Is there anything special about it?" Little Yue'er pressed.
"I don't know. Someone gave it to me back then, saying it could save Crimson Kite."
"If that's the case, why not use it?"
"How can I use a completely sealed box? I have no idea what's inside."
"Then why not just throw it into the lake? Perhaps a miracle will happen," the Spirit Fox said.
"The waters of Zhishui Lake can obliterate the existence of everything. If something is thrown in, will it obliterate the contents of the box as well?"
This is what Jingwei is worried about; she fears that if this disappears, Crimson Kite will really never wake up.
As the saying goes, concern leads to confusion, but an outsider sees things clearly.
"Since that person gave it to you, it must have been for Crimson Kite Yuan's use. Although we don't know if that person knew about the existence of Zhishui Lake, since they gave you this thing, it's certain that only Crimson Kite can use it; no one else can open it."
The Spirit Fox narrated in detail
"If that's the case, then throwing it into the lake and letting it dissolve in the water can be considered as using it on Lord Crimson Kite, can't it?"
Listening to the Spirit Fox's words, Jingwei pondered. She understood the reasoning, but she was even more afraid.
"Even if we stay here and live in fear, it won't help. We might as well make a clean break and try to fight for our survival."
"That's right, how can we establish ourselves without breaking through?" Fire Phoenix Feather said.
Just like the phoenix rising from the ashes, reborn from the flames.
P. S.: After thinking it over carefully again, I've decided to base it on the month. If I accumulate 100,000 in tips in a month, I'll add five extra chapters the following month, and the monthly votes will remain the same. Okay! That's a happy decision.
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