From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 359 The world's overall level has dropped by fifty percent, but mine remains unchanged.

Liu Wuxian's face was filled with helplessness, and his deep-seated weariness revealed a resentful and hesitant air about him.

Most people's first impression of him was: he didn't seem like an inner disciple of the Feathered Ascension Sect, but rather like a steward who handled worldly affairs.

Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, the challenger still stubbornly asked, "You, do you have anything else to say?"

"If you have nothing more to say, please act quickly." Liu Wuxian took a deep breath, wanting only to end this matter as soon as possible.

"Hmph, then let's see the sword..."

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"Okay, I give up."

Liu Wuxian calmly took a step forward, just in time to dodge the flying sword light.

"You won. From now on, you'll be ranked... what was your ranking again? Never mind, that's not important."

He casually plucked the sword light that hadn't yet returned and tossed the flying sword back to the young man who had challenged him.

"Okay, you win. Can you please stop bothering me?"

"Why aren't you fighting me seriously? This isn't how the cultivation world works!"

The young man blushed, feeling insulted.

But the next moment, his face quickly turned from red to white.

Because Liu Wuxian shed his outward helplessness and put on a cold expression.

The sword was pressed against the young man's neck; the threat of death was so close that he could only swallow the words he was about to say.

"I have a lot of work to do, and I don't have time for your little squabbles. From now on, you'll replace me and be whatever number you are on that list, understand?"

The young man was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he realized that the sword light that had been pressed against his neck had dissipated, and Liu Wuxian had already passed him, leaving only his back view.

"If you still want to challenge me, then go and help at least a hundred refugees first, and then I will accept your challenge."

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"Refugees? Where are the refugees?" he asked instinctively.

...outside the city, they were everywhere.

As Liu Wuxian walked further and further away, his once icy expression suddenly collapsed, replaced by exhaustion and helplessness.

As he rounded a corner, he suddenly stopped and looked at Modi, who had been waiting by the wall for a long time.

"What a pair of star-crossed lovers," Modi shook his head and sighed.

"Senior, so you've just been watching from here?"

"What are you talking about? Do you think I'm that kind of person?" He spread his hands innocently. "I did have something important to discuss with two friends."

"Friends?" Liu Wuxian looked around but didn't find any suspicious figures.

"You'll get to know each other sooner or later. Let's go now. Aren't you supposed to be discussing the details of the reforms with the city lord here?"

Urged on by Modi, he had no choice but to put aside his doubts for the time being and hurried toward the city lord's mansion.

But... when did a faith called "Qingbao Tianzun" appear in this city?

A group of men in blue carrying a statue of Qingbao Tianzun passed by. He glanced at them briefly and then looked away.

Modi glanced at the group of men in blue, a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

That scruffy bird, it's one thing to meddle in other places, but it even dared to stick its claws out at me! I'll have to chop it off!

Although the three of them generally cooperated, they still often sabotaged each other in some minor details.

Perhaps it was because the "feathering" in the Feathered Transformation Sect inherently carries the meaning of "transformation" and "change," which led to the usurpation of the heavens.

This was a group of wounded refugees, their steps faltering, yet they dragged their weary, hungry, and mutilated bodies step by step toward their destination.

"Brothers, we are almost there—the end of this arduous journey, the bountiful land bestowed by our great and merciful Father!"

The leader of the refugees was a middle-aged man who was terminally ill.

He was running a high fever, his voice was so weak it was almost like mumbling in his sleep, his whole body was swollen with pus coming out of many places, one of his eyes was missing, and maggots were going in and out of the empty eye socket.

Even so, he still dragged his immortal body forward little by little, followed by refugees in similar situations.

Together they formed a plague army that reeked of foul odor and was like the embodiment of disease.

If some cultivators whose cultivation level is not high enough encounter them, they will be infected by the germs that have been passed down through generations on their bodies in no time.

"Almost there, almost there..."

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Amidst their murmurs, they traversed the mosquito-infested swamp, ventured into the miasma-shrouded mountains, and finally found a ditch of stagnant, green water.

This was a stagnant ditch of despair, but under the sunlight that struggled to penetrate the miasma, its surface was covered with colorful bubbles, revealing a strange kind of beauty.

Looking at the stagnant water, the leader of the refugees wept with joy and, disregarding his fall, climbed to the edge of the stagnant water.

He cupped the green water in his hands and drank it down in one gulp.

Life and decay nourished his mutilated body, as well as the countless germs that roosted on it.

At this moment, he and they achieved a symbiotic relationship.

His body continued to swell and decay until he came to his senses from the wonderful divine grace and found himself bloated into a small giant, like a giant corpse.

He had never felt so wonderful before. The pain and hunger of the past were gone, leaving only a continuous flow of vitality.

"Don't be afraid, my brothers."

He noticed the terrified refugees retreating, so he stretched out his swollen, fat hand and pointed to the stagnant ditch in front of him.

"This is the jade elixir bestowed by the Eternal Heaven, and it is also the end of our arduous journey. By drinking it and receiving the blessing of our benevolent father, we too can live long and be free from illness and disaster, just like the immortals in the Medicine King's Palace."

The riots gradually subsided. Perhaps due to inhaling too much miasma, the displaced people, in a state of mental confusion, believed his words and mistook the stagnant water in front of them for nectar.

One after another, refugees rushed into the stagnant water, splashing up colorful foam that made the surface of the water look beautiful.

Just as the leader was watching this scene with satisfaction, a voice came from the sky.

"Huh, I never expected there to be such a blessed place for alchemy here, and it even comes with so many top-quality raw materials. It seems that heaven is looking out for me."

A Taoist priest appeared out of nowhere, laughing loudly in the air. His supposedly otherworldly demeanor was obscured by the heavy miasma, making him appear extremely sinister.

The leader struggled to turn his bloated body, looked up, and stared directly at the strange Taoist in the air, feeling extremely apprehensive.

"Are you a celestial being from the Medicine King's Palace, Daoist Master?" he asked. "What business do you have with us?"

Although he received the blessing of the Eternal Heaven, it did not mean that he had lost his reverence for the legendary immortals, at least not now.

"Simple," the Taoist laughed, then suddenly slammed down a large cauldron. "You can do me a small favor by going into my cauldron and helping me refine the poison pill."

The cauldron slammed down, swallowing them and the entire stagnant pool of water as the astonished crowd below watched.

The Taoist priest let out a long roar: "Open the furnace, refine the elixir!"

The cauldron trembled restlessly, drawing in the surrounding miasma, which became an ingredient in the alchemy process.

The stagnant water is the ruler, the displaced people are the ministers, the miasma is the assistant, and the Taoist's own spiritual energy is the messenger.

The Taoist could already imagine the extraordinary phenomena that would occur when this great pill, which gathered all the plagues of the world, was born, after being refined into a single poisonous elixir.

Green smoke seeped from the alchemy furnace, and under direct sunlight, it revealed a colorful, illusory image of a poisonous creature.

It seemed as if celestial music from the highest heavens was coming from within.

The Taoist priest couldn't help but murmur along, "All things decay, but all living beings are immortal."

He ripped off the lid of the cauldron, threw it aside, took out his treasured seven-section staff, and stirred the murky yellowish-green liquid inside.

The faces of forty-eight refugees appeared on the pot of liquid, looking at him with smiles.

"The Eternal Heaven is above."

With a thud, the forty-ninth face appeared in the cauldron.

Thick plague fumes spread from the furnace, engulfing the entire territory of the Medicine King's Palace.

Whether they were the high-ranking elders of the Medicine King Hall or ordinary people struggling in the famine and plague, they all sensed the existence of the "Eternal Heaven".

As a result, abundance arose, and the suffering brought by disease and hunger disappeared.

The Eternal Heaven, or the Stagnant Heaven, adopted a rather ingenious method to bypass the so-called divine jealousy restriction and, with the help of the indigenous people, opened a gateway to the Garden of Sleeves.

In just a short period of time, the land that originally belonged to the Medicine King Palace was occupied by the will of a being called the Eternal Heaven.

The process of altering the heavens was slower. All the spies He had planted in the Feathered Ascension Sect had been eliminated by Mo Di, so He had to spend more time spreading the name of the Pure Treasure Heavenly Venerable.

The portal to the Crystal Labyrinth has also been opened in this world.

As for the Brass Fortress... Slaughtering Heaven has even sent an avatar to the scene, so it doesn't matter whether the door is opened or not.

The colors red, green, and blue have spread throughout the world, forming a tripartite balance.

In just a few decades, the original pattern of numerous sects disappeared, leaving only the Feather Transformation Sect, the Medicine King Hall, and the Myriad Transformations Sect, as well as the Lifeless Sect, which was composed of the remnants of various sects.

"That's right, it's the Wusheng Sect that we encountered before."

Liu Wuxian, now an elder, coughed lightly, recalling his first experience descending the mountain, and merely curled the corners of his lips into a slight smile.

His skin has been weathered by time and has been forged to an unfathomable thickness, so naturally he won't blush over a little bit of his past.

"The current Wusheng Cult is similar to the one from before; both believe in the Mother of No Birth," they say, believing that all chaos in the world stems from the absence of death.

"If death could return, all problems would be solved, so they searched day and night for a way to reach death."

If this were a few decades ago, when numerous sects existed, the various practices of the Wusheng Sect would have been enough for other sects to label it as a heretical path of cultivation.

But in today's context? Ha, it's just a small-scale operation.

Ultimately, the specific context dictates what is moral, and the actions of the Wusheng sect are insignificant in the present moment.

Mo Di, holding a book and sipping tea he'd gotten from Master Xuan Guang, casually asked, "They haven't given up calling upon the Mother of No Birth yet?"

"It's not that easy to give up," Liu Wuxian said.

Although he didn't know exactly who the Mother of No Birth was, based on Modi's few words, he roughly deduced that she was an existence whose status surpassed that of a true immortal.

Its mere annihilation caused the death of an entire realm.

Thinking of some information, Liu Wuxian added, "By the way, they seem to be planning to use the energy level annihilation of the Heavenly Jealousy to create a real death."

"Using the jealousy of the heavens? That's a good idea, but aren't they afraid of playing with fire and getting burned? Oh, come to think of it, they won't die anyway, and if they do die, that would be an even bigger surprise."

After taking a sip of tea, Mo Di glanced out the window out of the corner of his eye.

This is the fortieth year since death disappeared, and most of the world's conscious people have adapted to a world without death.

Regardless, even if you don't die, life still goes on, because the pain of hunger and disease is real.

Within the Feathered Ascension Sect, things are relatively good. The senior elders have not lost their humanity, and the spiritual energy revolution is beginning to show results. Many positions require people not only from cultivators but also from mortals.

Because of demand, the lives of mortals within the Feathered Ascension Sect are relatively comfortable compared to other places.

The Myriad Transformations Sect and the Unborn Sect share the same table. They follow the traditions of the old era, disregarding mortals and naturally paying little attention to their situation.

In some places, there are still instances of using people as ritual objects and consuming materials for spellcasting.

As for the Medicine King Hall? There's no need to say more about this place that has already degenerated into a cesspool.

However, overall, the Medicine King Hall and the Myriad Transformations Sect are actually in cahoots with the Feather Transformation Sect, each backed by a Chaos God. In contrast, the Lifeless Sect is the real outlier.

The three sects had long harbored ideas against the Wusheng Sect, but due to a certain plan to exploit others, they had not forcibly intervened.

If the plan doesn't progress, the three of them might not be able to resist taking action.

Just as Modi was pondering whether or not to keep the Wusheng Sect, a subtle but real fluctuation came from afar.

His face immediately tensed, no longer as calm as before, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

The fluctuations were coming from the southeast, which is the territory of the Wusheng Sect.

The spiritual tentacles extended outward, capturing the ever-changing information of this world, one of which caught Modi's attention.

"The energy level of the entire world is dropping rapidly. Did the Wusheng Cult really succeed? No, what exactly did they manage to pull off?"

Seeing that Mo Di's expression had turned serious, Liu Wuxian hesitated to speak.

Although he wasn't among the top tier, he was now a great cultivator. While his perception of energy level changes wasn't as sharp as Modi's, he could still sense some subtle details.

"Go and make preparations," Mo Di said first, interrupting Liu Wuxian before he could finish speaking. "The war is about to begin."

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"Yes, I'll go and inform the others right away."

Liu Wuxian had just stepped out of the Sutra Pavilion when he brushed past Mo Fufeng, who was rushing over.

"Wuxian? You've come at the right time. Go and inform the sect leaders of all the branches of the Feathered Ascension Sect to prepare for war."

"That's exactly what I'm going to do."

Nodding, Mo Fufeng hurried into the Sutra Repository.

"Uncle, something terrible has happened!"

"I'm fine," Modi said irritably. "It's about the energy level drop, isn't it? I know about it. It's very likely that the Wusheng Cult has caused some trouble."

Mo Fufeng looked troubled; he hadn't expected a group of defeated soldiers to cause so much trouble.

They wanted to bring death back, but the result was a global energy level decline.

He didn't know if he would die, but he knew that if his energy level continued to drop, he would definitely become weaker.

At that time, for the Wusheng Sect, it will truly become "the world's level drops by 50%, while our level remains unchanged."

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