Dual Transmigration: Cultivating Immortality in the Primordial World, Taking on the Desolate Heavenl

The disaster is spreading.

No, to be precise, this is no longer a disaster.

This is a cataclysmic punishment for the Rain Clan.

The moment the sound waves of the Rain God's mournful cries from the heavens flowed back down to the mortal realm along the causal lines of faith.

Thousands of elite Rain Clan members, hovering above the Great Wilderness, experienced their most terrifying nightmare almost simultaneously.

The rain runes within their bodies lit up.

It's not the kind of gentle, orderly glow that comes with cultivation practice.

Instead, it was a blinding, frantic flashing light, like a bomb about to explode!

"My cultivation level... my cultivation level is regressing!"

"No! The runes are devouring my life essence!"

"Help me—"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

The higher the cultivation level and the deeper the bond with the Rain God's faith, the more ferocious the backlash they suffer.

An elder of the Rain Clan, whose cultivation was close to the peak of the Array Formation Realm, had all the runes on his body reversed in an instant.

The power of the rain channel, which was originally meant to protect his meridians and nourish his bones and blood, instantly transformed into the most vicious corrosive agent, frantically devouring his internal organs from the inside out.

He opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to shout.

But before he could make a sound, he was hit with a muffled "bang" in mid-air.

It exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Not even a bone fragment was left.

This is just the beginning.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Waves upon waves of Rain Clan elites, like flesh bombs with lit fuses, self-destructed one after another in the sky above the Great Wilderness.

Blood and bits of flesh poured down like a torrential rain.

In the sky, a strange rain, a mixture of golden divine blood and scarlet human blood, fell heavily on the land surrounding Stone Village.

It dyed the vast land red.

Throughout the entire massacre, Gu Changqing did not lift a finger.

He just stood there quietly.

He casually tossed the snow-white silk handkerchief in his hand into the breeze.

The silk handkerchief drifted down into the pool of blood, instantly turning it crimson.

He slightly raised his eyes, looking down at the Rain Clan remnants who were falling from the sky like dumplings, wailing incessantly.

There was no murderous intent or anger in his eyes.

Even pity is lacking.

It's like a farmer walking on a field ridge who accidentally steps on and collapses an ant nest by the roadside.

The ants are running away in panic and struggling frantically.

But the farmer wouldn't even glance at it.

He merely glanced indifferently at the Rain Clan's Grand Commander, who was hysterically howling in mid-air due to the collapse of his faith.

"Your gods are making a bit too much noise."

"I prefer tranquility, so I will replace your totem with one that doesn't require breathing."

His tone was flippant.

It was as commonplace as deposing or establishing a god, or discarding a dusty handkerchief.

These words traveled along the remaining fluctuations of the laws to the ears of every Rain Clan soldier who was not yet completely dead.

effect.

It is fatal.

An elder of the Rain Clan, who was still struggling to stabilize the reversal runes in his body with his last bit of cultivation, trembled violently the moment he heard these words.

He slammed his knees heavily into the muddy water at his feet.

Blood and mud splattered and poured into his wide-open mouth, but he felt nothing.

The light in his eyes completely faded.

Like a lamp whose oil has been drained, it can no longer emit any light.

He looked at the blurry reflection on the ground, and saw Gu Changqing's calm and detached figure.

A few broken syllables were squeezed out of his throat.

"Man wanders in the muddy wilderness... A single finger cleaves a true god from the heavens in two..."

"Such a being... we actually dared to attempt to seal him off..."

"The Rain Clan... has become the greatest laughingstock of all time..."

Before he could finish speaking...

The last wisp of reversed rain rune within his body completely went out of control.

There are no special effects.

The old body fell silently into the mud and water, its breath gone.

The president knelt on one knee in the mud not far away.

His face was already scratched to a pulp by himself.

Ten fingers were deeply embedded in the flesh of his face, and blood kept flowing down between his fingers.

His eyes were fixed on some empty direction, and he let out a meaningless, gurgling laugh.

crazy.

He's completely gone mad.

When the foundation of his faith, on which he depended for a living, was uprooted, when the god he had followed and worshipped all his life howled like a lost dog under the finger of a mortal.

His faith, his will, and all his spiritual pillars as a practitioner were shattered at this moment.

It is more thorough than physical death.

……

The center of Stone Village.

All the villagers knelt on the ground, stunned.

No one speaks.

Even their breathing became light and slow, as if afraid of disturbing something.

They witnessed firsthand how the once invincible Rain Clan army, a terrifying force that blotted out the sky, was reduced to a pile of minced meat and madmen in just a few breaths.

And the person who made all of this happen.

He didn't even break a sweat.

Just standing there.

He drew a talisman.

Then the sky collapsed.

The old village chief Shi Yunfeng's lips trembled for a long time, and in the end he could only kowtow deeply in the direction of Gu Changqing with utmost piety, his forehead hitting the ground heavily, without saying a word.

Some of the awe is beyond the scope of what language can express.

And behind Shi Yunfeng.

Xiao Shihao stood there the whole time.

He hadn't moved from the moment the purple lightning shot into the sky.

He didn't cry.

He wasn't afraid.

The dark yellow divine bone in his chest was throbbing violently, emitting a dull "thump thump thump" rhythm, like an ancient heart about to awaken.

Shi Hao stared intently at the golden divine blood rain slowly falling from the depths of the sky, his head tilted back.

That was the blood of the Rain God from the Upper Realm.

It is the blood of a so-called "true god" who is high above and controls the fate of billions of living beings.

now.

Just like humble rain, it falls from the sky.

It splashed onto the muddy ground.

It splashed on his face.

The piece of animal bone that Shi Hao had been clutching in his right hand cracked in his palm.

It turned into dust and slipped through my fingers.

Deep in his eyes.

That raging flame, belonging to the future Desolate Emperor, was lawless and defied all authority.

They were completely ignited by this rain of divine blood falling from the heavens.

For the first time, he clearly recognized a fact.

The so-called high and mighty gods.

Before the absolute Dao.

They will howl like wild dogs and bleed like livestock.

Shi Hao slowly turned his head and looked at the figure in a blue robe standing not far away with his hands behind his back.

His eyes no longer held only dependence and gratitude.

Instead, there was a near-fanatical, molten-hot worship.

He wants to become stronger.

He wants to become that kind of being.

Even if it shatters the heavens, even if it sweeps across eternity.

He wanted to stand beside that man, instead of forever only being able to look up at his back.

Shi Hao's small hands, stained with divine blood, clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call out "Daoist Venerable".

But the words were on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back down.

He's not qualified.

It's not even close.

Deep in the distant wilderness, the aftershocks of the battle between the two pure-blooded ferocious beasts, Suanni and Zhuyan, which had triggered the beast tide, finally subsided completely.

The last drop of golden divine blood fell from the sky onto the muddy ground at the entrance of Stone Village, making a barely audible "drip".

Inside the lightning-struck wood, the remnant soul of the Willow God was trembling violently.

She used all her self-control to barely prevent herself from spitting out her primordial blood essence under the lingering force.

All her attention was focused on the man in the blue robe who hadn't moved an inch from beginning to end.

Draw a basic thunder talisman.

To reverse the cause and effect of the gods in the upper realm.

Even if she were at her peak and went all out, she could never have done something so casually.

Because this is no longer within the scope of "combat strength".

This is an insurmountable gap between two dimensions.

"From which era... exactly did he come?"

Willow Goddess uttered a whisper of near despair in her heart.