Alien Dust

Chapter 416: Wind God and General of the Wind Disaster

The jade-colored wind filled the sky and earth, and Wu Hen felt as if he was blown into an ancient battlefield.

The first jade wind came, and they hovered in the sky. Although the wind was invisible, through perception and description, these jade winds looked like feathered birds covered with sharp blades in Wu Hen's eyes.

They flapped their wings, revealing their sharp claws, and their steel beaks flashed with cold light. They circled above Wu Hen's head. With the long song of the Moon Palace Wind Princess who looked like Chang'e, all the emerald wind birds rushed towards Wu Hen. Their bodies formed incomparably graceful lines of wind, and at the same time gathered into a storm throne.

Wu Hen's pupils were mixed with light and dark. When faced with such a miraculous wind skill, he felt that all his beliefs were swallowed up. However, deep in his soul there was a voice of unwillingness and stubbornness!
The moment you come into contact with the alien wasteland, you are branded with insignificance and humbleness by countless lives. Even if you try your best, you can only glimpse the tip of the iceberg of despair. All kinds of negative emotions and overwhelming suffocation are suppressed deep in your heart, but they will eventually rebound and give birth to a fearless and indomitable self.

Time will erode people's will, dilute people's obsessions, and cause all the spiritual things people have built to erode and collapse. What Wu Hen is most worried about is whether time will kill the self who holds hope, making him numb and lost in the vastness.

But Xiaoyi's thoughts also made Wu Hen realize something. Time and tempering will also forge an unparalleled sword edge. Since his soul has merged with the spirit of a weapon, his soul should be like a sword. The more it is tempered, the sharper it will become. Even if it breaks into pieces and is thrown into a blazing furnace to be reshaped, what is born again will be stronger and more resolute!
It doesn’t matter if your heart is broken, you can reshape it again and again.

As long as you are still alive in this world, new buds will eventually bloom in the depths of your decaying soul. This new bud will be a stronger version of yourself. It will use the broken and decaying body as nutrients, break through the bottleneck of growth and evolution, break through the heavy shadows, and finally stand tall!
Xiaoyi came this far, so why can't I do it?

At least I have someone to accompany me.

Similarly, Si Zai also experienced various disasters in the past. He stood out from among all gods and fell into the mud and dust. He did not allow himself to become the god of annihilation. Instead, he locked himself in these illusory mountains and rivers, trapped in his own sandbox, and continued to search for the true mystery of life.

I should feel honored to have such an opponent and such a partner.

With both hands tightly grasping the Black Miracle Death Sword, Wu Hen had not truly felt the power of the Black Miracle for a long time. He only dealt with those powerful predators with a quick blow of the sword.

But Si Zai is one of the very few opponents that Xiao Yi feels in awe of. Failure is meaningless. The process of playing games and fighting with him is as brilliant and beautiful as a meteor across the sky. The holy spirits over the ages sympathize with each other. This also means that no matter how many tens of thousands of years, no matter how diverse the universe is, some resonating wills will not perish!

What Wu Hen lacks is this soul will.

During the training of Si Zai, Wu Hen's anxiety about time, awe of the gods, and fear of the unknown were all extracted from the depths of his soul and presented completely before his eyes for him to face.

The process of facing it is indeed extremely cruel, which can cause people to collapse, despair, and lose themselves, which is often more terrifying than death.

But if after facing all this, one can still stand up shakily, and still hold the sword of truth in one's hand, then this action is like the rebirth of the soul in fire and the reshaping of the golden soul!
“KANG!!!!”

Wu Hen stabbed the Black Miracle Sword in his hand heavily into the top of the mountain, holding the tail of the sword with both hands, standing still!
The jade birds circled down, and their sharp claws, steel beaks, and razor-sharp feathers scraped across Wu Hen's divine corpse. They were not only taking away every piece of skin and flesh from Wu Hen's body, but also carving out Wu Hen's jade soul!
On the top of the mountain, Wu Hen's dark body protected by the black miracle turned into a pile of rugged human bones.

But the soul is not extinguished, and the buds of lightning are still blooming. These seeds of miracles have been nourished after the collapse of the previous body, and have become tougher. They quickly broke through the bone shell and thrived. They are no longer fragile buds, but bloomed into flowers of soul in Wu Hen's body in a very short time!
Black miracle soul flowers were everywhere, and the newly sprouted vines were intertwined on Wu Hen's jagged bones, and quickly grew into fresh flesh and blood.

The fruit of a strong soul condenses among the petals. It is not the revival of a dead tree, but another continuation of life, shaping a new life that is immortal and unyielding. This new life is no longer inhabited by the soul of an infant who is afraid of the unknown of the alien universe, but a mature true soul that is tenacious and can withstand any difficulties.

Everything was silent. The black miracle on the top of the mountain was still standing. Although Wu Hen, who was holding the sword, was staggering at this moment and his face was like an old general, his eyes seemed to have just been washed clean of all makeup, and glowed with the brightest light, comparable to the scorching sun!
He grinned.

He looked at the disaster-maker,

This time, not only was his faith not crushed, but even his arrogant character was not wiped out. His smile became more and more arrogant, "This is obviously just your appetizer. Show us your true wind disaster ability!"

Chang'e in the Moon Palace stood quietly high up in the rolling wind and waved her fairy sleeves.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and a jade wind poured down from the sky above. The wind was still invisible, but what Wu Hen saw were millions of divine soldiers. They were wearing ancient jade armor and holding huge jade swords!

Millions of divine soldiers were flying in the clouds and the mountains made Wu Hen feel as if he had accidentally opened a door to the gods. The Supreme God King in the door had issued an order to destroy him.

Wind soldiers and generals, they rushed towards Wu Hen on the top of the mountain from the sky.

Wu Hen was really eye-opening. He had never thought that the ultimate power of wind was to summon spirits and dispatch generals. The greatest benefit of having a keen sense was to make strength and power concrete, allowing him to clearly know the real gap between himself and his opponent!

However, Wu Hen's blood boiled when he thought that he had defeated Si Feng and all the catastrophic power it exerted would become one of his own magical powers.

This is the soul casting that suits my heart!

If you are practicing Taoism, you should do so!
Wu Hen used his sword to draw the Cang Gorge, using the numerous gorges as his protection, trying his best to block out the concrete power of the Jade Wind.

There are millions of Jade Wind Divine Soldiers and Jade Wind Divine Generals, which means that each Jade Wind has the power to cause mountains to collapse and the earth to split. When they form a siege, Wu Hen can hardly fight back. He can only keep resisting with his sword and suffer the ravages of the divine wind. But unlike before, Wu Hen's body is now more powerful, with the Black Miracle Soul Flower and the Black Miracle Soul Fruit in his body, supporting Wu Hen's body and no longer being destroyed so easily.

These wind soldiers and generals are different from the wind-disaster jade birds. Each of their attacks is extremely heavy, as if a huge difference in air pressure suddenly formed. So Wu Hen saw these invisible winds materialize into people holding huge jade swords. Their heavy swords bombarded the sky and earth, crushing everything.

“They’re not going away.”

"It's meaningless for you to survive by relying on the previous means."

Si Zai told Wu Hen the characteristics of this Wind God skill.

Unlike the previous wind disasters, these wind soldiers will exist forever in heaven and earth until they are destroyed by some more powerful force.

Therefore, Wu Hen’s strategy of trying to force his way through was not feasible.

"I know, but as the old saying goes, if you want to beat someone up, you have to get beaten up first."

"I'm in no hurry."

Wu Hen was observing, observing the movements of these wind soldiers and generals.

They are naturally not true divine weapons and generals, so their attack methods are also unique.

They did not hold the jade heavy sword and perform various excellent heavy sword techniques on him, but circled and dived like birds of prey, and after a strike, they quickly took off into the air, readjusted their angle, and attacked Wu Hen again.

Sometimes, hundreds of thousands of wind soldiers and generals would line up and swoop down to attack with swords in almost no gaps; sometimes, there would be formations of hundreds of thousands, forming an even more vast sword wind to crush.

Although there are other variations, these two methods are the most common.

“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!!!!!!”

Feng Jie's heavy swords smashed down one after another, just like clouds and meteors hitting the mountains. The endless wild mountains were razed to the ground, and the dust formed an endless ocean.

Wu Hen fell in the ocean of dust. Although his body and soul were shattered again, his mind was still active. He kept reminding himself of the attack methods of these wind soldiers and generals, and rehearsed again and again in the battle track to find the flaws of this million-strong army.

"Let's take a break. Why don't we play Go for a year?" Bai Ze looked at Wu Hen who was already obsessed with the game. He flew over slowly, his eyes full of pity for the child.

"No need to rest for so long, I think I have found an idea." Wu Hen collapsed there.

Rest when it's time to rest.

When you rest, do whatever is comfortable for you.

It's good to lie down like this, with my brain flowing on the ground, and my thoughts will be more active.

"I should have let you challenge the eight gods and chosen the kind-hearted Si Xue. She would definitely hold back some of her magical powers and not destroy your face because of your good looks. Si Zai's attack was really heavy. Look at you, you are not handsome as a drop of ice, but your entire body has become a piece of ashes. The most outrageous thing is, you are a piece of ashes, but why are you still so stubborn? You are so shameless usually. Just kneel down and beg Si Zai to hold back 90% of your strength, what's wrong? After all, you are still a person who has just touched the higher dimensions. It is too cruel to practice with higher-dimensional gods..." Bai Ze comforted Wu Hen.

"No need. There's no difference between using 90% of your strength and using 100% of it. If you're not careful, you can still kill instantly." Wu Hen said.

“…” Bai Ze was speechless.

There's nothing wrong with that.

No matter how they kill instantly, the key is that Wu Hen needs to find the rules in the magic skills and the flaws in the magic methods.

"I found that when Si Zai ordered the wind soldiers and generals to crush it, it would fly a little lower. Do you think I have a chance to capture the leader first?" Wu Hen suddenly had a brilliant idea and began to conspire loudly with Bai Ze.

"You're crazy!" Bai Ze screamed in horror.

(End of this chapter)