Farewell, Emperor Gu Feng

Across many stars in the Tai Ning Realm, spatial teleportation arrays had malfunctioned recently. Their guardians had investigated repeatedly, yet found no cause.

Relying on the golden Buddhist jade, Mu Qing passed through several spatial teleportations and arrived at a place called Mourning Star.

This star was steeped in deathly stillness. Apart from a handful of cities, all that remained was gray-black earth.

Normally, no one came here. Not only was the cultivation environment abysmal, but there were also miasmas capable of threatening even Heavenly Gods and causing trouble for God Emperors.

Mourning Star had originally been a core star of the Giant Dragon Clan. Unfortunately, it had become like this. It was said that the mournful cries of giant dragons could sometimes be heard here, which was why it was called Mourning Star.

The Tai Ning Realm could be considered the ancestral land of the Giant Dragon Clan, yet for some unknown reason, the Giant Dragon Clan had never returned here.

"Roar!"

The moment Mu Qing arrived, he heard a dragon's cry laden with grief. Waves of miasma spread out alongside it.

"Cough, cough!"

Mu Qing inhaled a trace of miasma, and a stabbing pain pierced his lungs, making him cough.

But his discomfort swiftly vanished. He froze for a moment, then frowned.

"Does miasma count as negative energy too?" Mu Qing understood that the miasma had been absorbed by his bloodline.

He had once believed that his bloodline only absorbed negative emotions, but later discovered that so long as something was negative, it could absorb anything.

Poison, miasma, resentment, hatred, killing intent, and the like were all negative energies, and every one of them could become nourishment for his bloodline to grow stronger.

Cracks webbed across the ground, and miasma leaked out from them, slipping into Mu Qing's