From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 358 The Fourth Seat of the Eight-Pointed Star

After death, the world stagnates, stuck in a stage of "decay" from which it cannot advance or retreat.

The triple cycle of life, decay, and death was broken, and everything was decaying, which led to an unprecedented plague sweeping the world.

Plague brings famine, famine leads to war, war... but it cannot bring death.

The official road gradually fell into disrepair, and the road was full of starving refugees, some of whom were even beginning to rot.

Many of them were missing limbs, some were missing internal organs, and some were even just heads, which were carried by their families and relatives.

Without even asking, Modi could guess why this was happening.

At first glance, they look like a group of hungry ghosts crawling up from hell.

Liu Wuxian watched this scene in silence, casually made a hand seal, and used the Spirit Rain Technique, which he had improved countless times.

A light drizzle immediately began to fall within a radius of a hundred miles.

The rain, carrying the scent of cinnabar, fell on the refugees, infusing them with life and vitality.

The person who had fainted from hunger regained the strength to stand up; the person who was reduced to a head regained his clarity; and the person who was empty and numb rediscovered the feeling of being alive.

They looked up at the two figures soaring through the air, their faces filled with fervor.

"The Rain Master, the Rain Master of the Immortal Sect!"

Everyone was chanting the title "Rain Master" with fervor, even though they couldn't tell which Rain Master it was.

They tilted their heads back, opened their mouths wide, and spread their arms to maximize the area exposed to the rain, trying to get as much rain as possible.

Liu Wuxian remained silent, simply maintaining the Spirit Rain Technique until it reached its limit.

"Senior Mo, let's go. It's time to go to the next place," he said wearily.

Maintaining such a large-scale spiritual rain technique was really not easy for him. If he had not already switched to the "Feathered Immortal" system and reached the late stage of the Feathered Immortal realm, he probably wouldn't have been able to sustain it.

"Let me give you a ride."

With a wave of his hand, Modi sent a wisp of sword energy carrying him into the sky.

"Slow down, slow down, otherwise by the time we get to the next location, my spiritual energy might not even be half recovered." He said as he absorbed spiritual energy.

The sword energy slowed down as he expected, giving him enough time to recover his spiritual energy.

"Do you remember the leader you met when we first came down the mountain?" Modi suddenly asked.

"Remember."

A surge of spiritual energy flowed into his body, and he knew without a doubt that this was the work of Mo Di.

"What you're doing is similar to what he did, just a drop in the ocean. Is it worth it?"

Whether it's worth it or not depends on the individual, but I personally think it is.

Liu Wuxian answered without the slightest hesitation.

"Most of the disciples in the Feathered Ascension Sect don't care about mortals, and the elders don't easily set foot in the mortal world, but there will always be someone who cares about them. Why can't that person be me?"

"Besides, I'm not alone."

A cultivator dressed in the robes of an inner disciple of the Feathered Ascension Sect passed by and paused for a moment when he saw Liu Wuxian in the robes of an outer disciple, but still nodded at him.

The inner disciple hurried over, tossed him a bottle of pills to restore his spiritual energy, and then vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

There wasn't much communication between the two sides, but they both knew that those still lingering outside at this time were basically busy working for mortals who were largely ignored by cultivators.

The inner disciple was only curious about Liu Wuxian's outer disciple status; he couldn't understand what an outer disciple could do.

"Look, senior, I still have like-minded people," Liu Wuxian said.

Modi nodded slightly.

He had witnessed all the changes in Liu Wuxian along the way, most notably his mindset and cultivation level.

"Speaking of which, aren't you planning to change out of your outer sect uniform?"

He glanced at the plain white outer sect robes and asked curiously, "I remember the Feather Transformation Sect gave you an inner sect token not long ago, right?"

"I was too pressed for time and forgot." Liu Wuxian shrugged.

On this trip, he still needs to arrange at least three spiritual rains, wipe out at least two evil cultivator dens, and after that, he has to return to the Feathered Ascension Sect to continue working on the spiritual energy revolution.

Where is there time to change clothes?

"You... well, you're practically my student after all, so I'll lend you a hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, blood welled up from Mo Di's sleeve and flowed into the sky, becoming a river of blood.

Blood rained down from the sky, covering an astonishingly large area, encompassing the entire territory of the Feathered Ascension Sect, including hundreds of mortal dynasties and dozens of Feathered Ascension Sect branch sects.

Even if you combined a hundred Liu Wuxians, you couldn't achieve this level of skill.

Liu Wuxian let the blood rain soak his hair, looked at Mo Di beside him, and knew that those words were just Mo Di's way of putting himself down.

Does this mean that the higher one's cultivation level and the older one gets, the more hypocritical one becomes? There's a word for it... right, contradictory.

He thought of his remnant master, who was also such a person.

I have a feeling you're thinking something rude.

Liu Wuxian quickly dismissed the idea, letting filial piety take over his mind again.

But even after getting past his master, there's still the hurdle of Modi.

"Are you thinking something rude?" Mordy also cast a suspicious glance at him.

"Really? No." He squinted and changed the subject. "Speaking of which, the rain effect is indeed quite good, but senior, don't you think... it's a bit like the methods of evil cultivators?"

"Heh, who dares to call me an evil cultivator?" Mo Di sneered. "The current sect leader of the Feather Transformation Sect is my nephew. Those who dare to call me an evil cultivator... are probably the real evil cultivators."

"That's true." Liu Wuxian nodded in agreement.

In recent days, there have indeed been many evil cultivators causing trouble within the territory of the Feather Transformation Sect. Some of them are spies of other sects, while others are simply evil cultivators.

Even Liu Wuxian frowned at the thought.

"Those troublemakers do nothing but harm others and themselves. They close their own mountain gates and ignore the plague and famine within their territory, and they even interfere with the Feathered Ascension Sect."

He made no attempt to hide his disgust for the other sects. It was obvious why those sects had sent people to cause trouble at the Feathered Ascension Sect. Wasn't it to spread the plague and bring down the Feathered Ascension Sect?

The plague has evolved to the point where it not only affects mortals but can also infect ordinary cultivators.

The rival sects may be trying to use the plague to destroy the outer disciples of the Feathered Ascension Sect, so that the sect will be wiped out.

"They have never faced death squarely, and some even rejoice in it. Similarly, they have never faced the great plague, thinking that they themselves will not be infected."

Modi chuckled and shook his head.

"How ridiculous."

The mentality of taking chances is a common human failing, and even those old monsters in the cultivation world are no exception.

Passing through a large city directly under the jurisdiction of the Feather Transformation Sect, the two showed their tokens and entered the city smoothly under the respectful gaze of the guards.

Although the guards could not leave the city at will, they had heard about what was happening outside and naturally knew what the Feathered Sect members who were still traveling outside were doing.

"By the way, those Heavenly Ranking and Earthly Ranking have been updated again recently, and you even made the list. Did you know that?" Mo Di suddenly asked.

Liu Wuxian stopped in his tracks, his face full of confusion. "When did this happen?"

"Not long ago, when you killed a Core Formation Realm evil cultivator, that evil cultivator seemed to be on the Earth Ranking. By killing him, you took his place."

"But the problem is, you were the only one by my side that time, and no one else knew about it. So how was the Earth Ranking updated?" Liu Wuxian looked tense.

Now that things have come to this, he no longer cares about the empty titles on the Heavenly Ranking and Earthly Ranking; on the contrary, he really doesn't want to get involved with such things.

After all, being on the list means more people will cause him trouble, leaving him even less time to deal with his affairs.

"Who knows?" Mo Di shook his head slightly. "Perhaps the compilers of the Heavenly Ranking and Earthly Ranking were actually some powerful figure in the Dao of Heavenly Secrets?"

If the Heavenly Ranking and Earthly Ranking are actually the natal magic treasures of some powerful being connected with the secrets of heaven, then it wouldn't be surprising if they could update automatically in real time.

Liu Wuxian felt inexplicably nervous. "Senior, let's hurry up and leave. I have a feeling that something might happen at any moment if we stay here."

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"Liu Wuxian, an inner disciple of the Feather Transformation Sect, do you dare to fight me?!"

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"...and then some hothead will pop up and challenge us." Liu Wuxian sighed, covering his face. "I knew it."

"Then you two can go out of the city and fight it out slowly. I have something to do, so I'll leave for a bit."

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Modi patted him on the shoulder, then turned and stepped into the narrow gap outside the boundary.

An astral storm swept in from the depths of the void, striking his imperfect body and forcing him to reveal his true form.

A thick book lay open, its blood-stained pages turning endlessly, yet never reaching the end.

Each page tells a story of someone's life, some strong, some weak, but all without exception, they are asleep within the book.

"Your avatar is quite interesting."

A blue ripple appeared in the darkness, followed by a diamond-blue radiance that spread out, from which a small blue bird flew out and landed on the blood-stained book.

It tilted its head to look at the words moving on the page, curiously pecking at them with its beak, and even taking a few with it, but was swatted away by the page as soon as it turned its head.

"Didn't your mother teach you not to eat random things outside?" Mo Di said, displeased.

"The subspace certainly didn't teach me this," the blue-feathered bird cackled. "Besides, look at that plague-stricken pig; doesn't it also like to eat random things?"

"I'm not as ill-mannered as you; I'm just making some soup."

Beside it, following the diamond-blue brilliance, was a disgusting, pus-like yellowish-green.

A massive body, its surface highly rotten and oozing pus, teeming with countless viruses and bacteria, slowly emerged from the yellowish-green.

"You call that snotty, pus-like liquid soup?" The blue-feathered bird tilted its head. "As the owner of the right to knowledge, I would never admit that soup is made like that."

"Alright, you tampering heaven and corrupt heaven, I didn't call you here to listen to your quarrels."

The blood-stained book slowly turned its pages, the twisted lines and writhing words forming the face of Mordy.

"I'm glad you came. It seems you listened to me and agreed to my plan."

He turned his gaze to the rotting giant, whom he considered the least likely to agree, given the stagnant and unchanging nature of the stagnant heaven.

But He still agreed.

"Personally, I don't really want to agree," the rotting giant answered honestly, "but for some reason, a feeling of unease welled up inside me, and I think it must be the power of the warp."

"It's not just us; the subspace is also yearning for ascension," the blue-feathered bird revealed the truth.

Text appeared on the page: "Add to that us, and the chaotic nature of the entire warp... it is an inevitable fact that we are drawn to this battlefield."

This is why the three gods of the Chaos Octagon gathered here, seeking advancement in the Abyss of Death, the battlefield of demon gods.

War means not only death, but also opportunity.

The war between demon gods signifies a great opportunity to ascend to the rank of demon god.

"But the three of us might not be enough," the blue-feathered bird said, pouring cold water on the idea.

"So we need someone to take the fourth seat on the eight-pointed star," Mordy said.

Zhi Futian suggested, "What did your friend say?"

"No, Yuri's ascension is still far off, and his foundation is not strong enough to support him in taking that seat."

"Then who do you suggest we choose? Those equally weak Chaos Gods?"

"We don't need to choose, we just need to wait, and the subspace will bring Him here."

The blue-feathered bird nodded in agreement. "That's right. The eight seats of the eight-pointed star were arranged in advance. Those who are qualified will naturally sit in their assigned seats, and those who are not qualified will find it difficult to sit there no matter what."

"However, they exist in the future, while the present belongs to us." He tilted his head to look at Mordy. "Are you sure the warp will bring him here?"

"Yes, it will." The lines outlining Modi smiled. "Yuri will definitely be the fifth seat, and the fourth seat before him will probably appear soon."

After finishing their business, the three began to speculate about what kind of power the fourth seat would correspond to.

"I suspect it's Zheng Dong's vicious technique."

"Then I'll guess the feeling of ecstasy in the southeast."

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"Has no one guessed that the destruction came from the erosion of the due north?"

The three each placed a bet, which was then placed in a space that no detector could find, and a seal was set up.

The sinister laughter spread with the astral storm, echoing through the void.

High-level visionaries from various worlds have claimed to have heard this voice, and some artists have even painted the revelations they received.

The painting depicts four blurry figures, three of which are clearer: a red book as if stained with blood, a blue, five-eyed, crooked-headed bird, and a massive, rotting, pus-filled mountain of flesh.

The remaining purple figure was rather blurry, but its slender silhouette could still be vaguely discerned.

Whether Mordicheng admits it or not, or whether he cares or not, the corruption of the warp has already begun to spread.

Even the world he used as a stepping stone and first visited was not spared, but for his sake, they chose to show him as much goodwill as possible.

In less than a day, the names of Qingbao Tianzun and Changsheng Tian began to circulate among the people.

"This is truly a wonderful place." Zhi Futian gazed at the myriad germs in the air and smiled with satisfaction.

"It's just a stagnant pool." Usurper shook his head and casually sowed the seeds of change.

"Be careful, everyone. There is a phenomenon in this world called 'divine jealousy.' Don't reveal too high an energy level casually."

The blood-stained book closed, passing through the narrow gap back to reality, collapsing and manifesting as the figure of a young man.

Mo Di emerged from the shadows around the corner and saw Liu Wuxian still confronting someone.

For some reason, he didn't fight the person he was confronting, but instead said something with a helpless expression.