600 Ascension II

"It has indeed been a long time. It seems you have also been driven to join the war," Lin Hui said calmly.

"Heavenly Venerable, could you please show mercy out of consideration for our past relationship?" Qingyang asked respectfully.

Lin Hui smiled without saying a word, his gaze fixed on Junchen Primordial Lord.

This former teacher now has her beautiful eyes downcast and her teeth clenched around her lower lip, as if she is still somewhat unable to let go of her pride.

Under these circumstances, the two could be driven by the Wind Disaster to launch an attack or self-destruct at any moment, making their time together extremely precious. The fact that she hasn't made a decision yet suggests that the main driving force behind this meeting must be Immortal Lord Qingyang.

"I... also beg Heavenly Venerable Lin to show mercy. For this, whatever conditions you require, we can fulfill them." Junchen Primordial Lord finally said these words.

To put it bluntly, the Fusion Faction faction has already crossed the line once, so it's not so unacceptable if they cross it a few more times.

Besides, even though he was being played by his own disciple, the disciple was still a Celestial Venerable. As long as no one told anyone, who would know?

Even if others find out, it's not shameful.

"Alright, let's go there together then." Lin Hui clenched his fist, and instantly countless Propagation powers surged forth, seeping into the souls of the two through their skin.

The next moment, the two figures flashed and disappeared from their original spot. They were thrown to join the Phantom Vine, responsible for producing an endless army to combat the Wind Disaster.

However, soon, the black figurines they mass-produced seemed to exhibit a different pattern than those produced by Phantom Vine.

They are slow-moving and weak from birth, and are mostly destined for the first or third ring of eternal irrigation.

After a brief analysis, Lin Hui understood that, unlike the Phantom Vine, the core of the Fusionist was actually the Source Disaster. The Source Disaster's position was far higher than that of the Phantom Vine, so the black little man born had his soul constantly caught in the struggle between the Source Disaster's position and the True Status of Propagation.

This led to severe internal strife among the new black minions.

"If we can't even do this, then we'll just have to seal it off for now." Lin Hui frowned slightly.

He didn't care too much about how to deal with the two people; he should be able to make a decision when he completely took over Wind Disaster.

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In the distant, Black Domain void.

A white, light-emitting floating fortress, resembling a light bulb, floats silently in the void at the edge of this Wind Lord War Zone.

On the side of the fortress facing away from the Wind Lord War Zone, there are hundreds of long, silvery-white bridges.

Each of these long bridges connects to a swirling, churning gray-black vortex.

That's a shuttle door. It's a paid public facility that provides transfer services for visitors from long distances.

With a continuous, swift teleportation, countless powerful travelers from other parts of the void arrived in this area.

"This is the Wind Lord War Zone? The ten-thousand-year war led by the Solar Wind Lord?"

One of the groups of sword-wielding cultivators, dressed in flowing purple robes, was led by a man and a woman. They looked up at the vast, boundless blue light area behind the fortress, a hint of shock flashing in their eyes.

"Senior brother, is it that big? Just how large is this war zone?"

The woman in the lead couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know. The Wind Lord War Zone is expanding every moment. According to legend, it was only half the size it is now a thousand years ago, but now it covers a diameter of hundreds of billions of light-years. And this is not only our regular dimension, but also hundreds of other dimensions. The spread of the war zone affects all known dimensions." The leading man explained in a deep voice.

"So, are we just going to go straight in like this?" the female leader asked softly.

"Yes, let's go straight into hunting fused monsters. This is where fused monsters appear most frequently, in the most different types, and in the largest numbers, yet it's the least dangerous place. Because the Solar Wind Lord's large number of followers are constantly fighting the monsters, and with them as the main force, our safety can be guaranteed to the greatest extent," the senior brother replied.

"But... I heard that if a woman goes in rashly, she might suddenly get pregnant..."

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"This risk is negligible compared to safety. Just be careful not to absorb the surrounding energy," the senior brother said dismissively.

"This..."

"Now that we're here, think about the precious materials, the rare herbs we need to collect, and the ailing and weakened commanders in the rear ranks. Once they enter, absorbing power gives them a chance to regain their youth, repair their physical and spiritual damage, and return to their peak!" the senior brother said solemnly. "For these things, what does it matter if they get pregnant!?"

Although she knew her senior brother was right, the junior sister still felt that something was off.

Let's go.

"But... if the division commanders regain their youth, they'll also get pregnant... what will happen to the babies then?" the junior sister asked, troubled.

"The children born here will not come with us; they will grow up on their own and then join the final assault on the Source Disaster."

"Fight to the death," the senior brother said solemnly.

Upon hearing this, the junior sister and the other cultivators from the sect behind her felt heavy-hearted and filled with awe.

The atmosphere immediately became solemn.

"Let's go. This is our sect's only chance to turn the tide. As long as our master can return to his peak condition, everything will be worth it," the senior brother said solemnly.

A group of people, carrying heavy burdens of mission, crossed the long bridge and entered the fortress.

A moment later, after registration was completed, they passed through a long jump gate inside the fortress and officially entered the war zone.

But as soon as they entered the vast war zone filled with blue light, they encountered their first major obstacle.

A massive blue storm, encompassing the entire range of their senses, swept towards them.

The storm had transparent threads on its outer layer, making it look completely different from other Wind Disaster.

"Oh no, it's Pregnancy Storm! Everyone run!!" The senior brother leading the team had already memorized the disaster characteristics of all the war zones. His expression changed drastically, and he turned and ran.

Immediately, the sect members scattered and fled, leaving only the sect leaders who had entered the place specifically for this purpose.

These teachers, some already very old and others critically injured, were there for the special pregnancy-like effects of the Pregnancy Storm.

Here, anyone caught up in it has a chance of being forcibly feminized into a woman, and a small chance of regaining their peak youthful state.

Of course, the core reason for regaining youth is that Propagation power requires them to reproduce indefinitely in their best condition.

Therefore, production will inevitably begin during the second recovery, and it will be uncontrollable.

At this point, the disciples need to return to rescue them, dragging the helpless masters trapped in labor out of this area. In this way, they can regain a youthful, peak body and soul.

This is the powerful and miraculous effect that this Wind Lord War Zone is becoming increasingly famous for— the Absolute Propagation Wind!

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As time went by, the area of Wind Lord War Zone continued to expand, reaching an unimaginably terrifying scale.

Many cultivators in the peripheral areas no longer know what Clear Jade Mountain is, only that the Wind Lord Lin Hui and the Absolute Propagation Wind.

Among countless ethnic groups, a very small minority even cease sexual Propagation altogether. When they reach the point where they want to give birth, they go out to find Propagation wind, blow it for a while, and return home to have a healthy baby girl.

Moreover, as the baby grows up, it will naturally release Wind Energy, eroding and transforming the surrounding Source Disaster, becoming a new Wind Energy expansion pile, which will soon attract a larger area of Wind Energy to spread here.

But this doesn't bother the minority groups who are already accustomed to Wind Energy.

Aside from these very few ethnic groups, many more, some of which are powerful, have even developed their own formidable civilizations based on this.

On the edge of the war zone, in a small fishing village within the world's planet.

The seawater rose and fell, its surface a clear, deep blue.

In the fishing village, an old man with a wrinkled face, wearing a straw hat and basking in the sun, was sitting in his yard mending fishing nets.

Suddenly, a pale blue mist slowly appeared on the distant sea.

"Old Wu, Old Wu, Treasure Mist is here! Get ready to hide!!" Wang Ge, a neighbor from the village, shouted loudly from outside.

The old man jumped half a meter in an instant, nimbly reeling in his fishing net. Then he opened all the fish tanks in his house and released all the chickens and ducks he raised. Finally, he crawled into the hole in the ground and pressed the lids down tightly to seal it.

A few minutes later, the blue Treasure Mist slowly spread throughout the village, lasting for about ten minutes before dissipating.

The old man rushed out of the hole at the appointed time and ran to the fishpond to take a look.

With a series of splashing sounds, the original six Sea fish have been replaced by dozens of newly hatched silver fry.

The old man immediately beamed with joy.

"We're so lucky this time, so many successes!"

He quickly ran to the front yard.

Sure enough, the chickens and ducks in the yard had all given birth to new chicks and ducklings. At a glance, their numbers had increased at least threefold, and they were now running around chirping and chattering.

The old man's eyes crinkled into two lines with laughter.

Not only him, but all the other families in the village no longer went out fishing often. Instead, they would occasionally go out to try different kinds of fish. They could live comfortably just by staying at home and eating the rapidly produced fish fry.

High in the sky, a cultivator dressed in a light blue robe flew past at high speed, his mind sweeping over the fishing village below.

"Teacher, the total number of living beings is growing too fast, and the internal struggles within the world are becoming increasingly fierce. This is probably not a good thing..." The cultivator pressed his hand to a blue rhombus-shaped jade pendant on his chest and transmitted his thoughts.

"The vitality is abundant, not only among humans, but also among animals, birds, and plants. The overall increase brings about an overall expansion, and there will be no imbalance. There is no need to worry about that." An aged voice came from the jade pendant.

"Can...

"No buts. Only with extremely abundant resources can our cultivation be accelerated more quickly. Otherwise, how do you think the cultivators who go to fight against the calamity monsters every hundred years cultivate? Without so many resources, there wouldn't be so many high-level cultivators. This is the eternal achievement of the Solar Wind Lord. It is he who has built a vast and balanced situation that is far more balanced than in ancient times." The old voice sighed.

"Master, how did you know? This disciple feels that this is not something that Solar Wind Lord could do; it is more like the natural balance of the universe and all things." The blue-robed cultivator asked in confusion.

"I don't remember exactly, but that's what my master's master said, and that's what I remembered. I asked a similar question back then, and what your grandmaster meant was something like, what you call the great trend of all things in the universe is actually what they call the Solar Wind Lord. It's just given a more specific name."

The disciple suddenly understood.

Everything that is born must perish, increase must decrease. It turns out that the Solar Wind Lord are one of the great natural forces that ancient people talked about.

At this moment, deep in his mind, he naturally equated the Solar Wind Lord with the Growth of All Things.

And at that very moment...

Lin Hui, who had been sitting cross-legged in the center of the endless Wind Energy, opened his eyes again after millions of years.

The engraving has begun its sublimation.