The beginning of the story: Tracing back to the empress, my qualifications to be the emperor

Chapter 169: Clan members; I will lead you to kill people; Countdown to the reckoning

Several months passed in a flash, and Mu Wushuang and the Princess of the Divine Silkworm once again set foot on a desolate ancient star.

It was getting light ahead.

It was like dawn, but also like a trance. The light was not sufficient, but there was still brightness.

Gradually, I could see clearly that there was a city in front of me. It was not very big, and it could not even be called a city.

Mu Wushuang and Princess Shencan walked out from the five-colored light and arrived at their destination.

A city!

This place is very desolate. There is no vitality or human presence, only dead silence and a certain sadness that has accumulated over the years.

A city, deserted and lonely, stands there.

An ancient order appeared in the palm of Mu Wushuang's hand, and it was trembling, not in fear, but in boiling. It was the blood of the Human Emperor that was resonating and surging!

They were able to find this place thanks to this ancient order.

This is a token of the ancient Taiyin religion. According to legend, it was made by the Taiyin Emperor using a drop of his own blood and a mixture of rare wood.

At this moment, the extremely ancient patterns on this ancient order sparkled and broke the clouds in the sky!
As it burned, patterns belonging to the Ancient Taiyin Sect appeared on the ancient order, like a text, extremely brilliant.

Gu Ling floated in the center of Mu Wushuang's palm. At this moment, it was like a lunar star, shining brightly, and the beams of light it emitted tore through the sky.

"How many children are there on the city wall?!"

Princess Divine Silkworm and Mu Wushuang walked side by side in the wilderness, looking up at the city wall. It was very desolate and quiet here, and there was a lack of people.

They were a few ragged children, ranging from eight or nine to fifteen or sixteen years old, with dirty faces and shabby clothes.

In addition, they also saw several old men who looked very weak, as if they had been seriously injured and their essence was damaged. They were looking down with serious expressions.

The old, weak, sick and disabled can be used to describe them.

“My tribe…”

On the city wall, an old man stared at Mu Wushuang, looking at the ancient order floating on his palm. He spoke with difficulty, and a glimmer of light appeared in his turbid old eyes.

It was a kind of light that had not been seen for tens of thousands of years - it represented hope, new life, beauty and all the beautiful things in the world.

The word "fellow tribesman" made Mu Wushuang's heart tremble!
The old man had white hair and beard, a thin and skinny body, only one arm, and his clothes were tattered and bloodstained. His face was full of wrinkles and his eyes were cloudy. He was in very poor health.

Mu Wushuang stared at the pairs of eager eyes looking at him. There was a faint Taiyin bloodline power in their bodies, which seemed to be throbbing because of Mu Wushuang's arrival, or because of the ancient order in his palm.

"senior!"

Mu Wushuang opened his mouth and looked up at the old, weak and sick people on the top of the city wall. He felt a sense of respect, but also an excited murderous intent.

The already polluted Ziwei star field must be torn down and started over again!
On the city wall, children with dirty faces, ranging from eight or nine years old to fifteen or sixteen years old, with dishevelled hair and dirty faces, were all on guard, looking down.

Their faces were numb, and only a hint of curiosity was visible deep in their eyes as they stared at the people under the city wall.

The young faces that should have been full of vitality were now replaced by numbness and vigilance, and the youngest child was a little nervous.

On the city wall, an old man waved his hand. He had one arm, and a broken arm could not regenerate. There were terrible laws corroding his flesh and blood, and there were dried black and red bloodstains on his tattered clothes. He signaled the children to step back.

"Are you... one of the other surviving members of our sect?"

Mu Wushuang shook his head, dimming the light in the hearts of everyone on the city wall.

But the next moment, as Mu Wushuang's words rang out again, the suppressed emotions in their hearts were completely released.

"I came here from Ziwei, and I want to take you home..."

"Can we really go home...?"

The gray-haired old man with a broken arm collapsed to the ground, crying like a child, just like a child who has not grown up yet.

Ever since he was driven out of Ziwei like a dog, his lineage has been homeless and rootless.

"Mom, what does it mean to go home? Isn't our home here?" Not far away, a four or five-year-old child wearing a fur coat full of holes asked.

"That's where your great-grandparents grew up." The woman looked into the distance, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and comforted her child in this way.

"So are we going to follow this big brother back to the place where our grandparents grew up? Isn't this our home?" asked the child.

"No, our home is more beautiful than this one."

The woman couldn't help sobbing silently, but she seemed to see the beautiful homeland that had always been talked about in the tribe.

Such scenes can be seen on almost the entire city wall.

At this moment, these people all believed what the green-clothed figure in front of them said - that he was here to lead them, the lost people, back to their homeland.

"Grandma, if this elder brother takes us back, will we still be driven back by those people?"

Not far away, in a corner, a very young girl timidly asked an old woman.

The old woman had a dry body and deep wrinkles on her face. She didn't say anything, but just stretched out a rough hand and gently stroked the little girl's dirty cheek.

As soon as these words were spoken, almost all the children looked up with their clear, bright eyes, looking at the most handsome big brother they had ever seen in their lives.

Since they were young, their parents told them that this city was not their home and that they were driven here by some people.

"I'm here to take you back and kill people!"

Mu Wushuang's words were straightforward and full of cold murderous intent, but they were like a spring breeze, bringing endless warmth, slowly soothing the wounds in the hearts of everyone in the city. After a long time, Mu Wushuang asked.

"How many people are left in the city?"

"Not many. Excluding the elderly, children, women and children, there are still three or four hundred people left in the city." The one-armed old man sighed, feeling lonely and sad.

Mu Wushuang sighed lightly. The fate of the two descendants of the Holy Emperor's lineage was so bumpy.

The three or four hundred people in this city, plus the five hundred people from the Ancient Sun Sect, the Taoist tradition left by the two selfless human saint emperors is now reduced to only eight hundred soldiers capable of fighting.

"Eight hundred?"

Mu Wushuang murmured in his heart, "Eight hundred" is a magical number that will create miracles no matter which world it is in.

Not to mention the ancient history of Blue Star China before the time travel, there are precedents in this world alone.

In the past, eight hundred followers of Emperor Desolate Sky Shi Hao established the ancient heaven and swept across the nine heavens and ten earths.

So what kind of miracle will Mu Wushuang's eight hundred soldiers of the Holy Emperor create now?

Mu Wushuang is looking forward to it.

When the sun rose again, a group of figures left this unknown city.

At the front of the team, Mu Wushuang and the Princess of the Divine Silkworm were still walking side by side. The golden morning glow stretched the figures of everyone very long, as if they were walking towards hope and the future.

Deep in the starry sky, a warship stopped silently on a huge five-colored altar, which was dark green and flowing with metallic luster.

A group of figures stood on it, they were the descendants of the ancient Taiyin sect who had left the city.

Boom!

The altar glowed brightly, and an ancient road was about to open.

Mu Wushuang, who knew the coordinates of the Ziwei Star Region, did not need to search aimlessly like before. He only needed to open an ancient road. Although it could not lead directly to the Ziwei Star Region, it would save most of the journey.

On the altar, there are thousands of auspicious clouds, flourishing like life in full bloom.

Chi!
A passage appeared, running through the universe.

The warship hummed, started to sail and entered the crowd.

The descendants of the ancient Taiyin sect looked back for the last time, their gazes swept across the city in the distance one by one. A trace of confusion appeared on everyone's face, which then quickly disappeared.

They all remembered Mu Wushuang's words in their hearts - take them home and then go kill people.

The divine light surged, and the huge warship disappeared from that place.

In the space channel, the sapphire warship sailed steadily. Through the boundary wall, one could vaguely see the stars and the dark universe outside, which were vast and boundless.

boom!
The blue warship shook, passed through the space channel, and arrived at its destination - Ziwei Star Region.

However, it is not Shenzhou to the east of Ziwei, but Hezhou to the west.

"Ziwei Star Region, I'm back again!"

Mu Wushuang had no expression on his face and his tone was cold.

This land is vast and boundless.

"The Taiyin Divine Cult, the Golden Crow Clan, the Mingling Changsheng Temple, the Ice Demon Island, and the Heavenly Demon Alliance"

Mu Wushuang's eyes were cold as he counted the forces on the four continents of the Ziwei Star Region.

If there were other people here, they would find that the forces he mentioned almost encompassed more than half of the major forces in the entire Ziwei Star Domain, including some overlord-level forces that dominated the Ziwei Star Domain.

These forces are all major forces in the Ziwei Star Region that are directly responsible for the decline and fall of the two Holy Emperor sects.

This situation reminded Mu Wushuang of a common saying on Blue Star: When a whale dies, all things come to life.

It can be said that the prosperity of these forces is inseparable from the blood of the two Holy Emperors’ Taoist lineages, and their glory is dyed red with the blood of the Holy Emperors’ Taoist lineages.

The flight of the lapis lazuli warship slowed down, and Mu Wushuang was silently counting the time until he could break through and become a saint.

It is necessary to rebuild the entire Ziwei star field from scratch, but not now.

There are great saints lurking in this land, and there should be more than one.

His cultivation speed was not slow, in fact it was frighteningly fast, but he was still too young.

You know, even if you count all the times, he is only twenty-one years old now, and he is only eleven years away from entering the world of cultivation.

With his current realm of the eighth level of the Dao of Slashing, it would be too risky to sweep across the Ziwei Star Region.

Although he has the support of the Princess of the Divine Silkworm, he has always believed that a person's only reliance is himself.

Moreover, as a member of the ancient myriad clans, it would be inappropriate for the Princess of the Divine Silkworm to rashly intervene in this matter.

Therefore, even though he had made up his mind to rebuild the entire Ziwei star field from scratch on the first day he arrived in Ziwei, he was still waiting.

Everything will be settled after he becomes a sanctifier.

And this countdown started from the day he came to Ziwei.

(End of this chapter)