The evening breeze blew away the remaining warmth of Soul Fighting.
Chen Jieqi stood in the forest clearing, watching the golden figure disappear into the depths of the dusk.
Qian Renxue walked smoothly, and the moment his wings spread out, he was like a real angel, blending into the sunset on the horizon.
He stood for a while before looking back.
"Sister Xue'er..." He recited the title in a low voice, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.
However, this charming mood did not last long. He took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the southeast.
The outer terrain of the Cangmang Mountain Range gradually becomes gentle, with rolling hills and sparse trees.
He walked along the path along the ridge at a slow pace, occasionally stopping to observe the surrounding vegetation and landforms.
This is not a rush, but an experience.
The fifth Soul Ring has been integrated into the body for several days. In the silver-white Soul Ring, the consciousness of Unicorn "Sheng Hui" is sleeping.
Occasionally there was a warm wave, as if to confirm that he was still 'alive'.
He touched the silver-white halo between his eyebrows,
"Sheng Hui." He muttered silently in his heart,
There was no response, so he smiled and continued walking.
At dusk on the third day.
Chen Jieqi Climb over a mountain ridge and see a village in the col from a distance.
The smoke was thin, and only three or two households had their lights on in the dusk. The village was small and surrounded by mountains.
A dirt road extends from the entrance of the village to the official road outside the mountain. The straight line behind the mountain is not far from Valley of Light.
He originally planned to go around, but the mark between his eyebrows suddenly felt slightly hot. He stopped and squinted at the village.
Holy Light Perception was like an invisible hand, giving him instinctive resistance and resistance.
After a moment, he frowned, there was something wrong with this village.
Not ordinary desolation, but a feeling of... contamination, like mold crawling on food,
It is invisible to the naked eye, but can be seen with the touch of the Holy Light.
He has seen that kind of aura. In the God of Light test, those gray-black filth, those spirits swallowed by negative thoughts,
This is the kind of atmosphere it exudes, but this is not a test space, but the real world.
Chen Jieqi was silent for a few breaths, without hesitation, he gathered his breath and walked along the dirt road towards the village.
There is a stone tablet standing at the entrance of the village. The writing has been eroded by wind and rain and is blurred. Only the three words "Village of Light" can be vaguely recognized.
Most of the houses on both sides of the village road have adobe walls and thatched roofs, and some of them have half collapsed, as if no one has lived in them for a long time.
But he just saw a house with lights on.
Chen Jieqi Slow down, the holy light flows slowly in the body, ready to explode at any time.
He walked past several empty houses and stopped by a well. The edge of the well was covered with moss.
The well water is turbid and exudes a faint rancid smell, which is not the smell of rotten water.
It smelled like Soul Power corruption, and his brows furrowed even more.
The first house with lights on was a tile-roofed house in the east of the village. The door was ajar, and faint breathing could be heard from inside.
It's not like the normal breathing of a living person, but more like the illusion of something barely maintaining life.
Chen Jieqi Pushed the door open, the furnishings in the house were simple, including a wooden table, two benches, and several bundles of dry firewood piled in the corner.
The iron pot on the stove was still covered with a lid, and there were still embers in the stove, as if it had just been extinguished.
There is a person lying on the bed, no... it is not "lying".
The man's body remained in a lying position, but his limbs were stiff and straight, as if being supported from the inside by something.
His face was expressionless, his eyes were half-open, and his pupils were covered with a layer of gray-white shadow, like the eyes of a dead fish.
Chen Jieqi took two steps closer, the holy light penetrated into the man's body, and he saw everything clearly.
There was a mass of gray-black, silt-like energy entrenched in that man's meridians.
That's not Soul Power, not Martial Soul, but something... living, slowly squirming,
It adheres to the walls of the meridians and is devouring the person's life force bit by bit, replacing his flesh and blood, turning him into an empty shell.
What's even more frightening is that the core of that thing is hidden deep in the man's Dantian, like a seed, taking root and sprouting.
Chen Jieqi reminds God of Light of the filth in the test.
But the filth in the test is pure, negative thoughts without a carrier, and these are artificially planted.
Some people are using living people as containers to cultivate this kind of thing.
His fingers tightened slightly,
"Is there any hope?" He whispered, as if asking himself.
Sheng Hui didn't answer, it was still sleeping.
But Chen Jieqi knew the answer. He took a deep breath, and the silver-white Soul Ring shined.
[Fifth Soul Skill·Healing Heart]
Silver-white holy light gushes out from the palm of his hand, as warm as spring water, and slowly pours into the man's body.
Wherever the holy light passes, the gray-black filth melts layer by layer like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.
Those squirming things screamed silently, struggling, shrinking, and dissipating in the holy light.
The man's body began to relax, his stiff limbs slowly softened, and his gray-white pupils trembled slightly, taking on the luster of a living person.
Chen Jieqi did not stop, he slowly pushed the holy light deep into the man's Dantian, where the "seed" was located.
As long as the core is purified, this person's life can be saved.
But the moment the Holy Light touched the "seed", something unexpected happened.
The seed shrank suddenly, and then... exploded.
It's not an explosion, but a "release". All the dirty power stored inside the seed is released in an instant,
It spread crazily along the meridians, several times faster than the purification of the Holy Light.
Chen Jieqi The golden light of the brand between the eyebrows shined brightly. He immediately increased the output of the holy light and tried to suppress it, but it was too late.
The man's body twitched violently, and he made a vague sound like the bursting of bubbles in his throat.
Then, all struggle came to a halt.
His eyes were still open, but his pupils were completely dilated.
It's not "dead", it's hollowed out.
The filthy power released by the seeds swallowed up his remaining consciousness in an instant, and then the filth lost its "host",
Under the continuous purification of the Holy Light, it slowly dissipates like rootless duckweed.
Nothing is left, no soul, no regrets, not even pain.
It's as if this person never existed.
Chen Jieqi took back his hand and stood beside the bed, motionless.
The silver-white holy light slowly extinguished in his palm. He looked at the empty shell on the bed and was silent for a long time.
This was not the first time he faced death, but every time it was different.
This time, he felt that he could have done better, if his holy light was stronger, if he knew more about this filthy power,
If he hadn't hesitated for a few breaths...
He reached out his hand and gently closed the man's half-opened eyes.
Then turned around and walked out of the house.
In Soul Ring, Sheng Hui turned over, his consciousness came out for a moment, and then retracted.
Like a sigh, but no sound.
On the village road, night has completely fallen.
The three or two households with lights on in the distance had turned off their lights at some point. The village was dark, with only the sound of wind and the rustling of leaves.
But Chen Jieqi knows that this is not "turning off the lights".
It's those lights, it's never the lights.
He stood in the middle of the village road, and Holy Light Perception spread to all directions with his spiritual power.
Sure enough...
Those "houses with lights on" have the same atmosphere, they are all polluted people, entrenched filth, and deep-rooted seeds.
In this village, every house that has been lived in is a "container".
Someone is using an entire village to raise things.
Chen Jieqi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was something in his eyes, not pure anger, but coldness.
A very quiet coldness, like an undercurrent under the ice.
He looked around at the dark, seemingly deserted corners, and Holy Light Perception told him that someone was watching him there.
They are not polluted villagers, but living people.
It's the people who planted these things.
"Come out."
His voice was not loud, but it carried far in the quiet village.
There was no response, just the sound of wind.
Chen Jieqi didn't move or say it a second time.
He was standing in the center, with Soul Ring, one yellow, two purple, one black and one silver, slowly emerging from his feet.
The Heart of the Naaru between the eyebrows continues to shine, like a quiet hunter waiting for his prey to come.
In the darkness, something is moving.
Very lightly and quickly, approaching him from different directions.
Chen Jieqi is not moving, Soul Ring is spinning, and Heart of the Naaru is beating, like a heart waiting for prey to come to its door.
It's finally here.