Soul Return Town, Central Forest Garden.
In a quiet, secluded side room, painful screams echoed.
Qin Jiudao, the Heavenblade Dragon King, was tied to a wooden bed, his eyes bloodshot.
The wound on his chest was festering violently, with granulation tissue curling up at the edges.
An eerie Black Qi was constantly billowing out.
At the bedside Ms. Gang, a skeleton-like doctor wearing a white coat.
She gazed at the rotting flesh that would rapidly regenerate no matter how it was cut away, and sighed deeply.
"Exactly the same as the great catastrophe that broke out in the Dragon Xia Imperial City a thousand years ago..."
Ms. Gang put down the vial of medicine in her hand. "He's undergoing a bizarre transformation, and at an extremely rapid pace."
She shook her head, turned around, and pushed open the door to go outside.
Outside the door, Shen Yingchun, the commander of the ghost messengers, was anxiously waiting on the steps.
Because of his transformation into a two-dimensional Circle, he lost a leg and can only temporarily use a rough wooden stick as a substitute.
Upon seeing Ms. Gang emerge, Shen Yingchun quickly stood up, leaning on her wooden cane.
"Dr. Gang, how is the Heavenblade Dragon King's condition?"
Ms. Gang shook her head heavily. "He's dying; all his organs are failing."
"Unlike the transformation in the foggy areas, this is a transformation due to high concentrations of Filth."
"Commander Shen, you should know better than I what this means."
"There is no transformation of the Mortal Fireworks Painting now..."
"Soon, he will become one of those bloodthirsty monsters who lose their minds and attack humans indiscriminately."
My professional advice is... get rid of him now.
"Otherwise, once he completely mutates, we will not only face an extremely bizarre and berserk event."
"It could even attract the possession of Evil God."
"As expected... it's the same old trick again..."
Shen Yingchun lowered her head in despair, then swung her fist and slammed it into the ground.
"Damn Helge! Damn Evil God!!!"
"If it weren't for these arrogant beasts, how could His Majesty have become a tyrant infamous for all eternity?!"
"If it weren't for them, how could Phoenix Emperor have ended up like this! They destroyed everything we have!"
Just as Shen Yingchun was heartbroken, two figures hurriedly walked through the moon gate.
One was dressed in black and white, the other in dark green.
It was Shangguan Shuyi, the spirit of the Mountains and Rivers Brush, and Little Sparrow, the Phoenix Emperor's maid.
"How is the situation?"
Shangguan Shuyi frowned and asked in a deep voice.
Ms. Gang truthfully informed the two of Qin Jiudao's irreversible deterioration.
Upon hearing this, the Little Sparrow scratched its head anxiously. "This transformation of Filth is almost unavoidable!"
"Being hit is no different from a death sentence."
"Heavenly Blade's injury is clearly from being hit at close range by that treacherous Helge!"
"However, there's good news now: Dragon God is right here!"
Little Sparrow seemed to have grasped at a straw, and said repeatedly.
"The pure blood of pure-blooded Dragon Clan is naturally able to counteract the Filth of these Evil God!"
"Baptism with Dragon Blood will definitely slow down his transformation process, at least delay it for a while, and may even cure it!"
"I've already asked Liu Ruyan to fetch someone; the master will be here shortly!"
I know Dragon Blood is useful.
Ms. Gang, however, did not show an optimistic expression; she calmly analyzed the situation.
"A thousand years ago, when I was a royal physician in the Dragon Xia Imperial City, I personally witnessed the Ancestor Dragon Emperor participating in a clinical trial."
"With the Ancestor Dragon Emperor's Dragon Blood purity reaching 98%, those transformed by ordinary misty areas can be healed."
"It can indeed achieve a 100% success rate."
"But..."
Ms. Gang turned her head and looked at the Heavenblade Dragon King, who was still howling inside the house.
"Someone like him, hit at close range by the true form of the Evil God."
"I can assert that all that awaits him is becoming a monster; even Dragon Blood cannot save him."
Why?! What should we do then?
Shangguan Shuyi asked anxiously.
Ms. Gang replied, "Because this wound is not just ordinary contamination!"
"The Evil God's attack created a small spatial teleportation anchor point within his body!"
"In other words, that wound is continuously supplying Filth energy from the other side of the starry sky!"
Even if you fill his entire body with Dragon Blood, you'll only be wasting the Dragon Blood's power.
"Even when the Dragon Blood is completely depleted, or when the Evil God behind him reacts and increases its output, he will still be corrupted by ranged attacks."
Ms. Gang concluded, "There is only one way to save him."
"That means eliminating the mastermind behind this transformation of Filth! Cutting off the source of pollution!"
After hearing this, everyone fell silent.
Defeating the Evil God Helge?
That's Filth Starfield light-years away, how can we possibly wipe it out?!
"Buzz!"
Just when everyone was at a loss, a figure suddenly appeared in the courtyard.
"Near Yet Far, yet worlds apart."
A voice rang out.
The next instant, Jiangnan appeared silently before everyone.
Where is the Heavenblade Dragon King?
Jiangnan cut to the chase and asked.
Although he wasn't very familiar with Qin Jiudao.
But after the fierce battle at Soul Return Town, Jiangnan realized that these were truly loyal subjects who were willing to go through fire and water for him.
Of course, we should save our own people.
"The Dragon God is inside!"
As if they had found their leader, everyone quickly pointed to the side room and followed Jiangnan inside.
Qin Jiudao, lying on his sickbed, was on his deathbed.
On that weathered face, patches of eerie bluish-black scales had grown.
Seeing Jiangnan walk in, Qin Jiudao experienced a sudden burst of energy before death.
"Dragon God... Your Majesty..."
Qin Jiudao breathed weakly and spoke in a trembling voice.
"No... don't waste your precious blood on me anymore... it's useless..."
"Lord Dragon God... grant me a quick death!"
"To be able to see you still alive before I die, I would be honored even in death..."
As he spoke, Qin Jiudao gripped the edge of the bed and struggled to lift his head.
"Also... when you arrive at Deep Pool Fortress... please help me deliver a message to General Duanlang..."
"Make him... make him stop being so fixated on... that path!"
"That's a dead end..."
Qin Jiudao stared intently at Jiangnan, "My lord, you... you must be able to persuade him..."
"Puff!"
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Jiudao suddenly spat out a mouthful of Black Blood, his injuries abruptly worsening!
The Black Mist gushed out of his chest!
"Oh no! He's dying!"
Ms. Gang was horrified. "Even with Dragon Blood now, it's too late to save them!"
However, Jiangnan remained completely calm in the face of this almost certain death.
He gazed silently at the dying Qin Jiudao and spoke softly.
"I see."
"Therefore, I never intended to use Dragon Blood."
Jiangnan extended his index finger, pointing it towards the swirling Black Mist on Qin Jiudao's chest.
Golden light flowed from the [Eye of Mobius] between Jiangnan's brows, and he uttered the Word Spirit.
"With this ashes, I send you back to the abyss; Hellfire the heavens, all laws become emptiness!!!"
Word Spirit: Divine Phoenix Karma Fire!
Boom!
A dazzling white flame bloomed at Jiangnan's fingertips!
The moment everyone saw the ball of flame, they were all stunned.
Little Sparrow and Shangguan Shuyi, in particular, had their pupils trembling violently.
"This... this belongs to Phoenix Emperor..."
The Little Sparrow covered its mouth and sobbed uncontrollably.
Jiangnan didn't offer much explanation.
He overheard Ms. Gang's analysis outside and immediately grasped the underlying logic of this transformation of Filth.
To put it simply, this thing works on a similar principle to his [Calamity Flame Time Ash].
It's nothing more than someone remotely instigating and poisoning the flames through some kind of connection.
Since it's a causal connection, then what can ignite the thread of cause and effect...?
The [Divine Phoenix Karma Fire], which burns away all traces of existence at their very source, is its natural nemesis!
Even if we don't burn Helge to death, we can still annoy him!
"Go!"
Jiangnan's eyes sharpened, and he manipulated the wisp of Divine Phoenix Karma Fire, flicking it into Qin Jiudao's wound that was emitting Black Qi!
"Aaaaaah!!!"
The moment the Hellfire touched the wound, Qin Jiudao let out a scream!
But what burned was not his flesh and blood, but the Filth causal thread connecting him to the other side of the starry sky!
The flames followed that invisible line and burned back!
At the same time.
Beyond countless light-years, in the Filth Starfield.
In a space city entirely constructed of flesh and fascia.
Two figures were arguing fiercely inside a large hall.
One was Helge, Evil God shrouded in darkness, with only one eye visible.
The other is Medusa, an Evil God lower body is coiled around a snake's tail and who hisses.
"Bullshit! Stop spouting nonsense!"
Helge's single eye was filled with Wrath as he pointed at Medusa and berated her.
How could I possibly side with that damned Dragon God?!
"How could I possibly be a traitor and cause Su Gelu's death?!"
"Heh, whether I'm wronging you or not, you know the truth in your heart!"
Medusa sneered, "I saw it with my own eyes! It was Su Gelu's last words before he died!"
As she spoke, she took out a piece of bone and projected the last surveillance video recorded on the warship into the air.
In the video, the screen shakes violently as Su Gelu, engulfed in flames, writhes and screams in agony on the ground like a maggot.
"Helge... is... an amateur!!!"
"He is... a traitor within the Dragon God's ranks!"
"It's all my fault!!!"
The original soundtrack, with its clear and distinct pronunciation, was placed in front of Helge.
Helge watched the video and fell silent for more than ten seconds.
Then... it broke through!
"That's utter bullshit, the Interstellar Spiral Chain Fart!!!"
Helge, enraged, burst into a tirade, "That brainless, flesh-and-blood barbarian!"
"You're dead, so what?! How dare you slander me before you die?!"
Does it understand strategy? Does it understand the art of strategic maneuvering?!
"It actually... it actually dared to call me an amateur?!"
"Its whole family are laymen! It's the biggest layman in the universe!!!"
Medusa watched from the side, her eyelids twitching, and she was even a little confused.
Is this even the point?!
The key question is whether you admitted you were an inside man. Why are you fixated on that "outsider" comment?!
The next moment, a majestic voice interrupted the argument between the two Evil God.
"Enough!"
Upon hearing those two words, both Helge Medusa clutched their heads in agony.
Without hesitation, they knelt humbly on the floor covered with blood and flesh.
"Sir... sir!"
"Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?!"
Directly in front of the two kneeling figures, deep within the once empty hall.
A tall figure was hidden in the mist that emitted black lightning.
In the hazy mist, one could vaguely see countless thick tentacles, as thick as mountains, swaying in the fog.
Behind Him stood a bizarre, colossal tree that seemed to reach straight into the depths of the universe!
The tree had twelve thick, bare branches.
At this moment, a strange fruit resembling a human face has already formed on one of the branches.
The face with its eyes tightly closed was none other than the dead flesh and blood Evil God, Su Gelu!
However, judging from the shriveled appearance of the fruit, it is clearly still an immeasurably long time before it ripens again.
Immediately afterwards, a tentacle covered in barbs emerged from the Black Mist and grabbed Helge, lifting him into the air!
"M-My lord, spare me! I'm truly innocent! I absolutely did not betray the Filth Starfield!"
Helge trembled so badly under the strangulation of those terrifying tentacles that he could no longer speak clearly.
"Tap... tap..."
Footsteps sounded.
The tall figure hidden in the Black Mist finally emerged.
The moment they saw the true face of that figure, anyone's sanity would plummet to zero, plunging them into eternal madness!
It was a face that could not be described in human language...
Because that face was covered with constantly writhing tentacles and countless chaotic compound eyes!
An indescribable fear!
Because He is the absolute ruler of this Filth Starfield!
It is the High God who reigns above the twelve great Evil God...
Abyss!!!