I have Taoism and can understand other worlds

Chapter 666 The Wounds of the Gods

Jiang Wen did not respond to Rui's words. He listened, his expression becoming more serious. He looked up at the boundless crimson land, as if it were a wound that was difficult to heal.

A wound? A sudden thought flashed through his mind.

He leaped up the hundred-foot-high mountain peak and jumped towards the highest point under the watchful eyes of many living dead.

When he stood atop the mountains, only Jiang Suyi was by his side.

Looking down at the massive fissure stretching for nearly a thousand miles, they realized that it truly resembled a wound left on the earth.

“Only those who have mastered the bloodline technique can repair this crack. Su, what are you thinking about?” Jiang Wen asked Jiang Su beside him.

"Tai Xu, do you mean that this huge crack is the wound that the Nameless One left on the Heavenly King of Growth?" Jiang Su asked.

“That must be it.” Jiang Wen nodded, pointing to the large crack. “Look, doesn’t that crimson land look like a scar? It’s constantly pulsating and healing, but the residual power on this land makes it difficult for the wound to heal. Why can only those who cultivate bloodline techniques be sacrificed? Think about what they need to cultivate bloodline techniques.”

"Meat mushroom?!" Jiang Su suddenly realized.

“Yes, the bloodline method of the Baixi tribe does not come from outside, but from the Land of Divine Blessing. They need to consume Flesh Fungus to activate their bloodline, and even need Flesh Fungus to enhance their cultivation. Flesh Fungus is originally the flesh and blood of this Fallen Immortal, so there is a connection between the two. In modern terms, these bloodline warriors who consume Flesh Fungus are the blood cells of the Fallen Immortal, and this unhealable wound relies on countless blood cells to begin healing.” Jiang Wen explained the relationship, and Jiang Su understood as well.

Neither of them were foolish; they could see the connection.

Gazing at the vast holy land, Jiang Wen sighed, "I never imagined that from beginning to end, this fallen immortal, or rather the Heavenly King of Growth, had been intentionally or unintentionally keeping the Hundred Streams tribe under his control. It's just that his injuries are difficult to heal, and are even getting worse. If I'm not mistaken, these living dead were also corrupted by the power remaining in his wounds."

"This sacred land of the Baixi tribe is actually the dead flesh and blood near the wound. The power that was enough to severely injure the Heavenly King of Growth remains here, and it has not faded over the years. It created this desolate land."

Jiang Wen's eyes shone brightly; he now understood the secret of this sacred land. Neither the Bridge of Confusion nor the River of Wandering were anything more than remnants of power from some supreme deity near the wound of the Heavenly King of Growth. That deathly power, despite countless ages, had not faded. It had even created a vast world on this land, as expansive as the Yellow Springs.

The power of death, even a trace of its aura, is enough to turn a cultivator of life fire into a living dead. It's hard to imagine how overwhelming the divine might was when the gods fought.

"Since that's the case, Taixu, do you have a way to heal this wound?" Jiang Su gazed at the endless skeletons on the great crack, and the nearly one hundred living dead who looked like rotten wood. She saw the tragedy repeating itself in this sacred land, a tragedy of countless flesh and blood and the depravity of humanity.

The Baixi tribe suffered a tragic fate for nearly ten thousand years simply because of a lingering trace of a deity's aura.

As the ancients said, divine power is immeasurable.

After hearing this, Jiang Wen stared at the large crack and pondered for a moment before saying, "If you want to repair this large crack, there is a way."

Jiang Su's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on her usually cool face as she approached: "Does Taixu have any ideas?"

"Slice off the flesh and start anew." Jiang Wen uttered these four words.

"A newborn with shaving flesh?" Jiang Su pondered.

“That’s right. Only by reopening this wound can it heal. You should know that when an ordinary person is injured, there is always rotten flesh around the wound. If that rotten flesh is not removed, the wound will be difficult to heal. The same is true for the wound of the Heavenly King of Growth. He was eroded by this deathly power, and the wound turned into rotten flesh under that power. Without removing the rotten flesh, this big crack will not heal.”

"All that the people of Baixi have done is in vain. They are like scabs on rotting flesh, only able to temporarily cover up the pus in the wound. One day, the pus that has gathered in the wound will overflow, and that will be a disaster for Baixi."

"Therefore, the only way to heal this wound is to remove the rotten flesh and allow it to be reborn."

"Then what should we do?" Jiang Su asked, gazing at the large crack. In this sacred land, neither she nor Jiang Wen could absorb spiritual energy, making them powerless to address the thousand-mile-long wound. If they couldn't completely eradicate the crack, the lingering deathly energy would revert the place to its original state. "There is a way," Jiang Wen said. "However, I'm afraid I'll lose my merit points again."

"Saving the common people is itself a great deed, isn't it?" Jiang Su covered her face and laughed upon hearing this. "Besides, since the Baixi tribe is a descendant of the myriad races of Taicang, they are also your descendants. How can you ignore them?"

"Haha, you certainly know how to talk," Jiang Wen laughed, glancing at Jiang Su a few more times. He hadn't expected that a woman of her temperament would say such a thing.

"Since you've put it that way, I can't just ignore this matter. Go and take them away from here."

"Okay." Jiang Su nodded and leaped off the thousand-foot mountain peak.

She landed on the crimson earth, stepping over the white bones as she walked toward the living dead.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the many undead who had been frozen in place were restored. Their eyes were now clear, and they looked at the stunningly beautiful woman before them with fear.

Their recent experience made them realize that their current life-or-death situation was entirely controlled by others.

Rui gazed at the woman, feeling only that she was ethereal and elusive. He could see nothing but a vast, misty fog. He had experienced this feeling before; it was what he saw when he looked up at the fallen immortals in the Land of Fallen Immortals.

so……

The woman before me exists on the same level as the fallen immortals of the Land of Fallen Immortals.

Rui felt a chill in his heart, and his long-rotten mind suddenly cleared up.

Fallen immortals, deities.

He muttered to himself, then slowly knelt on the ground.

"Gods, you have finally come to save us."

Jiang Su listened to Rui's words, feigning indifference. After all, if she were to be considered a god, then she could be. However, her kind of god was still too weak; though a righteous god, she was more like a wandering deity. Only when the Great Void was unified would she perhaps be worthy of the title of a righteous god.

"Get up. Taixu asked me to take you away from here."

"Taixu, are you saying that the noble person is named Taixu?" Rui stood up and bowed respectfully to Jiang Su.

"If you don't know how to address him, just call him Taixu."

"The Great Void, the Great Void," Rui muttered to himself.

He felt that he had heard the name Taixu somewhere before, a memory from a very long time ago.

At Jiang Su's urging, no one dared to linger. They hurriedly led the dozen or so survivors away from the great crevice and hid dozens of miles away.

As soon as they stopped, the weather changed dramatically.

(End of this chapter)