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Looking across the red river to the opposite bank, all they could see was a thick fog, obscuring everything. Just as they were about to investigate, a storm suddenly arose, whipping up sand and stones. Qing Sang immediately erected a protective shield, enveloping the five of them and pulling them away from the eye of the storm.

When a storm occurs, the best course of action is to quickly find fixed cover, but with scorched earth and red rivers all around, there was nowhere to hide. They could only observe and move quickly away from the eye of the storm. The storm even swept up some of the red river water, and creatures that were originally hidden in the river were also caught in the storm. As the storm swirled, occasional drops of red liquid fell.

Their eyes followed the sight of a few drops of red liquid falling onto the protective shield and instantly evaporating into white vapor. The liquid then landed on the nearby scorched earth, making a soft hissing sound, confirming their earlier suspicion that the red liquid was scalding hot, like magma. The storm receded into the distance, and their vision gradually cleared. But what they saw next was breathtaking: tornadoes raged in the distance, roaming erratically, some even colliding and tearing each other apart, either merging into a larger tornado or dissipating completely.

Qing Sang frowned; this was not a good sign. If the storm continued, the final result would inevitably be a massive, unstoppable storm, much like the outcome of a Gu vein nurturing Gu, where only the Gu King would survive. She had no hope that this storm would simply appear and disappear as suddenly as it had come.

The power of nature is immense, and they cannot contend with it. However, from the perspective of raising Gu, to control the Gu King, one must make one's own Gu the ultimate victor. In an instant, Qing Sang had a bold idea.

“If we can’t stop it, then we’ll join in. Let’s create a storm together.” Qing Sang shared his analysis with everyone, and Qing Luo, who was fearless, immediately became eager to try. The Song siblings always listened to Qing Sang, and after thinking it over, Liu Shuangyue felt that this method was feasible. After all, they didn’t have a better way, so they might as well take a gamble.

Qing Sang released a small portion of its power, controlling the formation of a small spiral storm. After it stabilized, Song Tanxi released her own power, causing it to rotate along with Qing Sang's power. Once stabilized, Song Yunting joined in, followed by Liu Shuangyue. Finally, with the addition of Qing Luo's power, the small storm, originally only one person tall, grew to three meters high. Sensing the balance of the storm's power, the group exchanged glances and flew together into the eye of the storm, where, surprisingly, all was calm.

Qing Sang observed for a moment, then selected a nearby storm similar in size to theirs. The group, carefully maneuvering around other storms, advanced towards their target. Upon approaching, they first observed the storm, then attempted contact. Immediately upon contact, they sensed the tornado's rotational pattern. Instead of directly confronting it, they immediately changed their own frequency, becoming one with the storm. They approached again, making the storm believe they were part of it and absorb them. This process went surprisingly smoothly. However, once they merged, they immediately increased their power, controlling the storm to follow their frequency. Soon, the five of them became the controllers of this new, merged storm, and the tornado they controlled grew to twice its original size. This proved that Qing Sang's method was feasible.

They followed suit, quickly absorbing the surrounding smaller storms and then heading towards the larger storm in the distance, a process akin to a big fish eating small fish. The storm they had initially seen sweeping across the red river had clearly grown much larger; the yellowish-brown storm combined with the red river water gave the entire storm a dark red hue—clearly their strongest opponent. The dark red storm seemed to have developed its own consciousness, actively avoiding Qing Sang and the others, and rapidly engulfing the surrounding smaller storms. Both sides were secretly vying for power, rapidly absorbing energy to strengthen themselves.

Finally, only two giant whirlwinds, one red and one yellow, remained in the entire space, facing each other from afar. The dark red storm couldn't hold back and took the lead in meeting the attack.

It had existed in this space for a long time, and after becoming the final victor in one particular event, it developed its own consciousness. Every so often, storms would suddenly form in this space, then devour each other, eventually creating a massive storm. However, each time this massive storm swept across the entire space, it would be instantly suppressed and dispersed by some force, returning to a state of calm and tranquility. After a period of time, another storm would form, and so on in a continuous cycle. It faced a storm right from its birth, and subconsciously preserved a little power to protect itself. Then, in the next storm, it would seize the opportunity to absorb power, become the final victor, and secretly save some more. It could sense the immense power of the suppression from the outside world, so it didn't overestimate its abilities and try to fight against it, but it still harbored the ambition to steal some power to improve its own life.

It had always been the victor, its power growing ever stronger. This time, it even absorbed the scalding Red River waters it had previously dared not approach. So, even sensing the immense power of this newly formed storm, it was confident of its own victory. It eagerly charged forward, wanting to devour it. But upon contact, it felt no resistance; in fact, the storm seemed to have willingly offered itself up for consumption. It hesitated for a moment, then readily accepted, drawing the yellow storm into its domain. But then, seeing the five people rushing in with the storm, it froze again.

It knew these five people were sudden outsiders. It sent the mutated bird and the carrion fish to attack them, but neither succeeded. However, it didn't care; it was just lucky. Once the storm hit, these five tiny humans would be powerless to resist and would surely perish. But unexpectedly, these five not only survived but also made it to the very end, entering the eye of its storm.

It angrily tried to fling them into the storm, but to its horror, it discovered that in that brief moment of hesitation, it seemed to have lost control of its power. Looking at the five people in the eye of the storm, even it, in its daze, knew they were behind it all. But now it was helpless, only able to fight back with all its might. Suddenly, it sensed the oppressive force emanating from the outside world and decisively gave up resisting, skillfully trying to retract its power to protect itself and escape. But its power was being pulled along by the five people, and it couldn't retract it at all.

It no longer bothered to hide itself and screamed in terror. "Let go! Let go! It's coming! It's coming!"

Qing Sang and the others had already sensed that the dark red storm seemed to be sentient, so they weren't surprised when it suddenly spoke. They just didn't understand what it meant by shouting "It's coming," as they hadn't sensed any powerful creature or force approaching.

Who is "it"?

"It is it! Let go! Let go! Otherwise, none of us will escape when it comes!" To be precise, its consciousness was born at the moment the storm collided with the oppressive force. It was extremely sensitive to the aura of that force and could sense it even before it arrived. This was the secret to its ability to survive countless times under that force.

Hearing the storm consciousness's even sharper cry, Qing Sang and the others could sense its deep-seated fear. Although its words were vague, Qing Sang had already guessed that "it" must be a power capable of destroying the storm. The aura of this space was violent and raging, and the storm's occurrence was certainly not accidental, yet it was calm when they arrived, so there must be some power that would eventually quell the storm.

Amidst the storm's sharper howls, they sensed a powerful force approaching. Instead of retreating, they intensified their efforts. They hadn't come to this hellish place to survive, but to break free from this predicament. This external force was undoubtedly their breakthrough.

"Stop yelling, or I'll kill you." Qingluo impatiently raised the stick in her hand and pointed it in a certain direction, her ears still filled with the guy's screams.

Hiding in the storm, it saw the murderous stick pointed directly at it and instantly fell silent, like a chicken being choked. It silently moved to a different spot, and seeing that the stick changed direction with its movement, still pointing at it, it finally gave up hope. But the thought of being utterly destroyed soon made it burst into tears.

"Waaaaah, I don't want to die." Its obsession since birth was to survive, but now it can't even survive and is going to die like this. How can it be willing to accept it?

The silence had barely lasted a moment before the sound of crying resumed.

"Shut up." Qinglu snapped impatiently, glaring at him.

The crying paused for a moment, then he hiccuped, before wailing even louder. "Since I'm going to die anyway, can't I even cry? I'm going to cry, so come and kill me!"

Hearing the childish, pleading voice and seeing Qingluo's face darken instantly, Qingsang found it somewhat amusing. She coughed lightly. "If you cooperate with us, we guarantee you won't die."

The crying stopped instantly. "Re...really?" Overwhelmed with surprise, it couldn't help but hiccup, and then it couldn't stop. "I...hiccup...cooperate, hiccup...cooperate, how...hiccup...do?"

"You believed that so easily? You're incredibly naive." Qinglu rolled her eyes and withdrew the weapon she had been pointing at it.

"You seem to be quite familiar with that power? You can lead us to its weak point, defeat it, and not only will we survive, but you'll never have to fear it again." Seeing how easily it was fooled, Qing Sang coaxed it without any guilt.

It thought about it carefully. There was indeed a weak point in the power, and it had used that gap to escape. Thinking this, it became even more convinced that these humans could help it survive. "I... hiccup... know."

Qing Sang raised an eyebrow in surprise. As the power drew closer, she also felt immense pressure. She had only intended to calm this guy down, but it had unexpectedly yielded positive results.

True to its word, the Storm Consciousness found that it could control its own power after agreeing, and it also felt the power of the five people. This made it even more excited. The moment the suppressing power arrived, it led everyone's power straight towards the crack it knew.

The two forces collided, causing the entire space to tremble. After everything calmed down, the storm disappeared, and a crack appeared in the previously gray sky, revealing a white expanse beyond.

"Hahaha... You really survived! You've survived! You don't have to be afraid anymore. You guys are such great people."

A joyful voice rang out from the side. Qing Sang and the others looked over and saw a small yellow whirlwind, about the size of a palm, spinning around. The voice was coming from it.

Hearing it sincerely say that they were great people, Qingluo couldn't help but roll its eyes again. Had it forgotten that it could have survived on its own if it weren't for the five of them?

Qing Sang couldn't help but smile: "Is this what you look like?"

"Yeah! Cool, right?" Little Whirlwind couldn't help but smugly spin around in front of each of Qing Sang and the other three, showing off in every direction. She even deliberately spun around in front of Qing Luo a little longer, then quickly dodged away when he raised his hand, acting all cheeky. The yellow whirlwind was mixed with a hint of red, and it was indeed quite a sight to behold.

Seeing its smug expression, Qing Sang couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you have a physical form before?"

"No, I used to have a hard time escaping. I only dared to steal a little bit of power each time, and even after all this time, I could only control one or two mutated beasts."

"Heh." Qingluo sneered, thinking of the two birds and fish that suddenly attacked.

"Hiccup!" Realizing he had let something slip, Little Whirlwind nervously hiccuped, exhaling a little air. Then he fawned over her, "Hehe, thank you all for saving my life and for letting me steal some more energy so I can finally have my own body! From now on, you're in charge here, and I'll never fight you for anything."

"Steal? Isn't that your own power? Why don't you take back all your power?" After listening for so long, Song Yun couldn't help but become curious about Little Whirlwind and asked.

"Huh?" Little Whirlwind froze, its body stopping spinning as if it were about to dissipate at any moment. "I...I forgot."

"Hahaha..." The group couldn't help but laugh out loud. It was the first time they had ever seen Feng look so utterly hopeless.

Qinglu didn't even bother to roll her eyes. "Let's go." With that, she turned and flew towards the gap.

"Little Whirlwind, let's go!" Qing Sang flicked the still-dazed Little Whirlwind with her finger as a greeting, then followed Qing Luo, with Liu Shuangyue following behind her.

"Little Whirlwind, take care!" Song Yunting greeted it, and Song Tanxi nodded back. The siblings then flew up as well.

"Little Whirlwind...is that calling me?" Seeing Qing Sang and the other four approach the crevice, it suddenly snapped back to reality and gave chase. The whirlwind's speed was beyond human capabilities, appearing beside them in the blink of an eye. "You're leaving? Not staying? I can make you the leaders, and make all those strange beasts obey you!"

"Idiot!" Qinglu couldn't help but curse, "We're outsiders, who would stay in this godforsaken place?"

Little Whirlwind paused, then looked back at the place where it had lived since birth. Although it had never been outside, it knew that a place filled with hostility and death could not be a good place.

Seeing its stunned expression, Song Yun felt a pang of pity. "Why don't you come out with us?"

Upon hearing his words, the little whirlwind excitedly began to spin, even extending two tiny wind-like hands from its sides to clap. "That's right! I can go out with you! Why didn't I think of that!"

"With a brain the size of a fingernail, it's impossible for you to come up with something like that," Qingluo retorted again, but didn't object.

"Let's go then!" Qing Sang smiled and turned to fly towards the crevice. They didn't know how long the crevice would last, so they had to hurry.

"Is it the same outside as here? Is it fun outside?" Little Whirlwind excitedly followed, chattering away.

"This isn't fun. Shut up."

"Hiccup~" (End of Chapter)