Starting with the creation of the Immortal Clan through the compilation of the family genealogy.

Chapter 145 The Power of All Beings' Wishes, the Curse Rift

Inside the tunnel, the stench of blood mixed with dust was nauseating.

Meng Yanqing leaned against the cold, damp stone wall, her chest heaving violently. Each breath aggravated her broken bones, bringing excruciating pain.

He forcibly suppressed the metallic taste rising in his throat, his gaze sweeping over the surviving fellow disciples and soldiers, some wounded, some still in shock.

"Take stock of the casualties and collect the bodies of our brothers." His voice was hoarse but exceptionally clear. "We cannot stay here any longer. We will leave in half an hour."

No one questioned it.

The surviving disciples of the Tianyan Sect silently stepped forward and carefully carried the bodies of their fallen comrades on their backs, their movements gentle, as if they were merely asleep.

The officers and retainers of Qingzhou Prefecture, looking at this thirteen-year-old boy covered in blood but with a resolute gaze, no longer had any contempt for him; only awe remained in their hearts.

With the cultivation level of someone who has just entered the ninth level of Body Refinement, he defied the odds and established his foundation!

Such a record is unheard of!

Meng Yanqing ignored the complicated gazes. He simply looked down at the strange, icy token in his hand.

Crimson skulls, silent black sun.

And that phrase, "internal intelligence."

This seemingly simple operation turned out to be the culmination of a shocking trap.

He knew that this token was a thousand times more important than everything in that Foundation Establishment evil cultivator's storage bag combined.

The dangers he experienced were merely a thrilling microcosm of the grand scheme that engulfed the entire Qingzhou.

While he was fighting a bloody battle, overnight, more than a hundred Blood God Cult strongholds in Qingzhou that had been locked down were simultaneously struck by a thunderous attack.

Yes, it was led by Ji Beichuan, Zhang Xianghua, Meng Yanqing and others, who crushed the stubborn evil cultivators on the spot with overwhelming force.

Some were ordinary disciples of the Tianyan Sect, who, together with government troops already lying in ambush, worked from the inside to wipe out the outer henchmen.

That night, thunder and lightning raged in Qingzhou.

What was uprooted was not only the evil cultivators of the Blood God Cult hiding in the shadows, but also their countless henchmen who occupied various parts of Qingzhou and penetrated deep into the city.

Those money shops that routinely lend money at the expense of others, causing bloodshed and driving people to ruin and death;

Those "good people" who outwardly run pharmacies but secretly sell wicked pills and collect the essence and blood of living people;
Those thugs and hooligans who acted as henchmen, forcibly seizing "blood offerings" for the "immortal master"...

When countless people opened their doors at dawn, they saw a public notice posted by the government announcing that all the villains had been brought to justice.

They may not know what the "Blood God Cult" is, but they will always remember those high and mighty "immortal masters" who treated human life like dirt, and those tyrants who aided and abetted evil, making their lives miserable for generations.

Now, these blood-sucking, bone-devouring nightmares that had been weighing on their heads have finally vanished overnight!

In an instant, countless people across Qingzhou spontaneously took to the streets to burn incense and kowtow, expressing their gratitude to the unknown "Upright Official." Long-suppressed resentment was released, and heartfelt gratitude flowed like a torrent.

All of this transformed into the purest and most powerful "wishes of all beings," which, through some unseen connection, were bestowed upon the Tianyan Sect disciples who carried out the "demon-slaying order."

……

Tianyan Sect, Secret Realm, Quiet Room.

Meng Xihong sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

As more than a hundred strongholds were eliminated one by one, the body-refining method gradually gained recognition from the fellow soldiers and others, as well as the "wisdom of all beings" generated by the heartfelt gratitude of the people of Qingzhou.
Through some unseen connection, like rivers flowing into the sea, they surged wildly towards the quiet room where Meng Yan'an was.

This torrent, a mixture of the essence of body refinement and the will of all living beings, was a hundred or even a thousand times larger than when Ji Beichuan and the other person broke through!
When this torrent surged into Meng Yan'an's body.

The black curse runes, which had already dimmed, seemed to have encountered their natural enemy and let out a shrill scream that originated from the soul!

"Fuck-"

Wisps of black smoke rose from the evil rune, and a clear crack suddenly appeared from the center of the rune!

Meng Yan'an, lying on the bed, suddenly trembled her long eyelashes.

For the first time, a genuine blush, belonging to a living person, appeared on his pale face.

Inside the quiet room, the primordial torrent that had converged from all directions of Qingzhou finally subsided. Meng Xihong opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath, which carried a faint, sweet fragrance.

He felt his bones and muscles resonate, his blood and qi surge like mercury, and a scorching masculine energy coursing through his body.

He actually used this immense source of power to break through the shackles and successfully enter the second level of the "Yi Jin Pian" in the "Hong Lu Jing".
He could clearly feel that his physical body was undergoing a qualitative transformation under the influence of this immense primordial force.

But at this moment, he had no mind to pay attention to himself; all his thoughts were focused on the small figure on the bed.

He walked quickly to the bedside and saw that Meng Yan'an's face, which had originally only had a little color, now had a healthy rosy glow. Although his breathing was still weak, it had become steady and long.

What delighted him most was that the black curse rune branded on his brow, like a leech, had developed a crack.

Just as his mind was in turmoil, a familiar yet chaotic aura approached from afar and entered his senses.

It is Qing'er.

He flashed and appeared at the entrance of the secret realm.

When Meng Yanqing appeared at the inner gate of the Tianyan Sect with wounds all over her body and several cold corpses, Meng Xihong, who had already received the news, was waiting alone at the entrance of the secret realm.

There was no small talk or praise for their achievements.

Meng Xihong simply stepped forward, reached out, and gently placed his hand on his son's limp arm.

A gentle yet vibrant aura of green wood energy slowly flowed into Meng Yanqing's body, nourishing his meridians, which were nearly ruptured from forcibly activating "Golden Crow Burning the Sea".

“Father, I…” Meng Yanqing’s lips moved, her eyes slightly red.

"Go inside first." Meng Xihong interrupted him, his voice steady, "Your injury is more important than anything else."

Inside the quiet room, Meng Xihong personally treated his son's wounds, applying the sect's best wound medicine.

Looking at the hideous wounds and broken bones on his son's body, even Meng Xihong, with his iron will, couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

This was the first time he had allowed his son to confront such a cruel life-or-death situation.

His spiritual senses sank into his son's arm, examining the broken bones and torn veins, and his heart sank.

If it weren't for the powerful vitality bestowed by the [Martial Arts Root] constantly protecting itself and forcibly locking in the last glimmer of life, this arm would probably be completely useless, beyond even the help of a god.

He took out an exquisite white jade porcelain bottle from his storage bag and carefully poured out some emerald green ointment. A rich, herbal vitality instantly filled the air.

This item is called "Jade Marrow Bone-Regenerating Ointment," one of the prized treasures of the Hundred Alliance Merchant Guild. It is specially formulated to treat severe injuries such as damage to one's Dao foundation and ruptured meridians, and is extremely rare and valuable.

If it weren't for the fact that the Tianyan Sect and the Hundred Alliance Chamber of Commerce had recently conducted several large-scale transactions and their relationship had become increasingly close, the other party would not have spared three bottles of such a strategic-level healing elixir for him to use.

The moment the ointment touched the wound, it transformed into a cooling sensation that seeped into the skin.

Meng Xihong dared not delay. He placed his palm on Meng Yanqing's shoulder and continuously channeled the pure spiritual energy of the green wood into her. He carefully guided the medicinal power to reconnect and align the broken meridians, and then wrapped and nurtured them with the power of life.

This process is even more mentally taxing than his own cultivation.

"Father, I'm fine." Meng Yanqing seemed to sense her father's emotions, and tried to smile, but the movement aggravated her wound, causing her to gasp in pain.
"It's just... a bit embarrassing. We lost three brothers and dozens of garrison captains."

“This is not your fault.” Meng Xihong covered him with the blanket. “On the battlefield, life and death are unpredictable. You have done very well, better than I expected.”

He paused, his voice becoming low: "Now, tell me everything you saw and everything you heard, exactly as it was."

Meng Yanqing said no more and recounted her encounter in the tunnel, from discovering the trap to finally killing the Foundation Establishment evil cultivator, as well as the "internal intelligence" she mentioned.

Finally, he took out the black iron token.

When Meng Xihong saw the black sun slowly sinking on the back of the token, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Almost at the same time, a message also came back from Jibeichuan on the other side.

In a hidden compartment of the Huichun Medical Clinic in Tonghe County, he found an identical token, as well as a fragment of a letter that mentioned "Black Sun Messenger" and "Holy Ancestor"!

The same strange symbol appeared on two battlefields thousands of miles apart.

What is this...

(End of this chapter)