It doesn't matter what the lord is.

Even though his vision was blocked by the bandages wrapped all over his body, Mr. Ying still knew who had made the sword move. He was too familiar with Mr. Tingchao's aura. Among so many people in Xiqin and the Abyss Church, he only felt "fear" towards two people. One was Meijiu, and the other was Mr. Tingchao.

When Mr. Tingchao was still a human, he was already at the tenth level and was famous all over the world. On his awakening day, he was contaminated with blood and his body changed, and his strength became even more unfathomable than before.

And now, Mr. Tingchao was walking towards him step by step. There was no expression on his face, but there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes. This was the first time Mr. Ying saw Mr. Tingchao so angry. Many black-robed people who didn't know the truth wanted to step forward to stop him or attack him, but they turned into corpses a few meters away from Mr. Tingchao.

The black-robed man's eyes were filled with anger and fear. Someone shouted:

"What are you going to do?"

"Stop! Do you want to be an enemy of God?"

"We are the chosen geniuses, the gods of the future—" These words were no different from air in Mr. Tingchao's ears.

He was still ruthless and accurate in his attack. If the black-robed people around him hesitated and failed to escape, they would be crushed to pieces as if they were swept into the waves. Mr. Tingchao said nothing. The words "the chosen one" and "a genius among ten thousand" were just a joke to him.

In Mr. Tingchao's eyes, even Garberd, one of the three great swordsmen, was not considered a genius. The only true geniuses were him and Qingyun, who became famous at a young age, traveled all over the world, stepped over all realms with one foot, and could touch the upper limit of human beings with one hand. They seemed to be born for the way of swordsmanship, and even to be more arrogant, the way of swordsmanship seemed to exist because of them.

How can a person who has eaten countless blood souls and been transformed into a freak but still cannot reach the tenth level be called a genius?

Jiang Lianqing didn't know Mr. Tingchao, but that didn't stop her from ordering the army to make way for him to avoid being killed by mistake.

The Black Robe Army, which had been suppressing the Potian Army during this period, suffered one-third casualties in the blink of an eye.

Almost everyone present was shaking, and Jiang Lianqing was no exception. She could feel that Mr. Tingchao was very scary, and it was not just a "tenth level realm" that could describe him.

Mr. Ying took a deep breath and waved his hand violently, sending the black-robed men who were rushing towards Mr. Tingchao flying, stopping them from committing suicide. Then Mr. Ying stepped forward and asked:

"What happened?"

Mr. Tingchao glanced at him and replied calmly: "My daughter is gone and in your prison."

Just this short sentence made Mr. Ying's hair stand on end. He watched Mr. Tingchao walk past him. The heavy aura like the sea made him unable to do anything.

What he didn't expect was that Mr. Tingchao didn't make a move. The two men passed by each other, and Mr. Tingchao casually killed dozens of black-robed men who were blocking the way, and then spoke lightly:

"Someone will kill you soon, and it doesn't have to be me."

Mr. Ying exhaled, turned his head, looked at Mr. Tingchao's back, and suddenly realized something. - He was walking towards the Immaculate Tree!

Even though the towering tree that blocked out the sun and the sky was no longer there, Mr. Ying still remembered it clearly. It seemed that Mr. Tingchao was just passing by here, killing some black-robed monsters that he didn't like. His real target was not even Ying who executed the "imprisonment order", but the god who issued the order and had been hiding behind the scenes - Meijiu.

It seemed that he did not intend to comfort his daughter with the life of a "henchman", but planned to take the newly promoted god as a target and bury everything she had planned in Western Qin with him.

49. Farewell and Awakening

The death of the flower girl was like a butterfly gently flapping its wings.

Tingchao, who had been relatively neutral, walked towards the Immaculate Tree, aiming to kill Meijiu, the instigator. But this was not the only impact. In addition to his own actions being completely different from before, Xiaobai and Huangzhi, who were originally in his custody, were also successfully rescued by Merlin.

Xiaobai's body was still covered with scars. The new and old wounds mixed together, making him look a little weak. But his eyes were exactly the same as before, stubborn, withdrawn, and indifferent, with a momentum that would not change his face even if a mountain collapsed in front of him. When he saw Merlin, the tied Xiaobai was stunned for a moment and asked:

"Where did Tingchao go?"

Merlin untied him and replied:

"The situation has changed. Miss Kanhua committed suicide, and Mr. Tingchao went to fight that man."

If Reed were here, he would probably call Meijiu "your mother" directly, but Merlin was relatively tactful and didn't want to continue mentioning that Xiaobai was Meijiu's child, so he referred to her as "that person".

The ropes that bound Xiaobai and Huangzhi were very special, but Merlin had his own way. He drew out his sword, enchanted it with magic, and then used the sword energy to slowly cut the ropes. This process took about a minute, during which Merlin also picked out important things to say to Xiaobai:

"The Immaculate Tree disappeared, and the smell of the blood souls also dissipated. Most likely, that person has absorbed all the blood souls and completed her plan. Lid's whereabouts are unknown, Xiao Hei was eroded by insects and is recuperating, and Potian's army has also encountered some troubles. The situation is worse than expected. How are you doing?"

Xiaobai replied:

"Fortunately."

Xiaobai didn't talk much, especially when he was concentrating on thinking. Merlin glanced at him, making sure there was no reluctance in his words, and then turned to look at Huang Zhi who was tied to him.

This Southern Chu Saint was well-known in the world. She had been recognized by the old gods since she was young and had held a high position in the traditional temple a long time ago. However, judging from her age, she might be younger than Xiao Bai, with a baby face and eyes that were gentle and smart, which were unique to southern girls. Although she was inevitably a little unkempt, it could be seen that she was definitely a first-class beauty after cleaning herself up.

After Meilin helped Huang Zhi untie the ropes, the Saint of Nanchu bowed slightly to him and said:

"Thank you... I just heard you say that Mr. Ting Chao went to trouble that person. Is that person... a god now?"

Huang Zhi's expression was filled with unconcealed worry. She didn't seem to care much about her current situation, but was more concerned about the current situation of her opponent. Xiaobai also looked over here. Facing the gazes of the two people, Merlin was silent for a moment, then shook his head and replied:

"I don't know. Even now, I don't know how Lid is doing. His purpose in coming to Xiqin was to assassinate that man single-handedly before the situation got out of control. Although the Immaculate Tree is gone now, it's obviously not felled by external forces... I guess he was still a step too slow."

Xiaobai said to Merlin:

"We have to go help Ting Chao and find out where Lid is."

Xiaobai's words were still brief, but very powerful at this moment.

He used the word "we", which meant that Xiaobai was now capable of fighting, and he offered to help Mr. Tingchao, which meant that both parties could completely put aside their past grievances and give priority to fighting the enemy in front of them.

Merlin did not answer, but asked Huang Zhi:

"Miss Saint, forgive me for being blunt. That man still holds the Abyss Church in his hands, but the God's Chosen Rectification Team has not taken the necessary actions to this day. Do you know the inside story?" Huang Zhi shook his head:

"Sorry, I don't know either."

Huang Zhi's smile was slightly bitter, and she said self-deprecatingly:

"When we went to war with Xi Qin, I led a large part of the elite troops, and the initial attack was well organized. But I was suddenly replaced, and then the God's Chosen Purification Team stayed out of it and withdrew from Xi Qin. Later, Abai and I went to find them once, and the God's Chosen Purification Team was still willing to recognize my identity as a saint, but was unwilling to obey my orders."

Merlin asked back:

"I don't know much about the internal positions of the Traditional Temple. Did someone of higher status give the order?" Huang Zhi replied:

"The position of the Holy Maiden is independent of the regular system of the temple. Logically speaking, no one is qualified to interfere with my orders, unless..." Huang Zhi did not finish her words. She stretched out her slender fingers and pointed to the sky above her head.

Merlin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud. Xiaobai looked at Merlin. As far as he could remember, this was the first time Merlin had sneered. Merlin did not continue the topic. He said to Xiaobai directly:

"We can't go to Tingchao's place. Tingchao's current level is not at all an ordinary tenth level, and that person's strength is even more unfathomable. If we go, we will only cause trouble, so we should do what we can first. Xiaobai, did Mr. Tingchao chase you alone?"

Xiaobai replied:

"There is also a creature that looks like mud. Tingchao called it the Darkness of Ignorance. It disappeared after entering Xiqin. No one knows where it went." Merlin thought for a while and said:

"The people fighting Potian are a group of black-robed men. Their leader is a man wrapped in bandages, called Shadow. In addition to the Darkness of Wuming... If I tell you and Huang Zhi to take care of both sides, do you have a way to handle it?"

Xiaobai nodded and then asked:

"how about you?"

Merlin replied:

"Anna and I will go find Reed and deal with the Abyss Church while we're at it."

...

While Merlin and Xiaobai were acting separately, sweet singing was heard in the dry woods.

"I will find you..."

"In the cat's paw, in the doll's corpse, in the dry wine glass..." "Hehe... I see you..."

As the last sound fell, the enchanting and beautiful face of a girl appeared from behind the dead tree.

Shi Yuan, to be precise, was only about 70% similar to the Shi Yuan she once was. Her appearance was even more charming and brighter than before, and her eyes had turned red at some point. There was a hole in the center of her chest in her clothes, but compared to her dazzlingly white skin, the blood-red gem was more conspicuous.

The gemstone, beating slightly like a heart, grew together with her skin. Her smile was not as elegant as before, but rather carried a bit of fanaticism and murderous intent. No one knew what Meijiu did after piercing Shiyuan's heart, but Shiyuan herself knew very well that the past her was dead.

After she stuck her head out, her smile immediately faded, and her eyes were filled with indifference.

She remembered that her "former self" had placed the unconscious Reed here. Now, the magic circle she had set up was still there, but the person who was supposed to be lying quietly inside was gone.

Shi Yuan walked over and easily crushed the formation that she had worked so hard to carve, and a smile returned to her face.

She smiled and walked away following the footprints on the ground.

Similarly, somewhere in this land, Reed was walking alone.

All his injuries had healed, and he was stronger than ever. But he still walked slowly, as if he was adapting to the changes in his body. He calculated the resources at hand, and a bold plan slowly took shape in his mind.

50. The Lord Doesn’t Care

Meijiu gently shook the wine glass in her hand.

It was a pure white wine glass, without complicated patterns or extra decorations. The pure and plain white color looked like it was made of fine sand. What was in it was not some aged wine, but the sap left over from the withering Immaculate Tree.

The red juice looks like wine at first glance, but it doesn't have any wine aroma. Instead, it has a sweet, bloody smell.

After all, the juice of the Immaculate Tree itself is made of

It was condensed from countless blood souls. At first, Mei Jiu chose to lie dormant because she needed time to digest the huge amount of blood souls.

In order to achieve her dream of evolution.

After the transformation, the blood soul no longer had the effect of transforming her, but drinking the blood soul was still a pleasure for her.

Meijiu was very relaxed, and the current situation was basically under her control. No matter how many casualties her subordinates suffered, as long as she successfully completed the evolution, the situation would quickly become one-sided. Because in the land of Yongtian Kingdom, there was only one god, and no matter whether it was the human army or the fleeing Lid, in her eyes, they were just running ants, and she could turn them into ashes with just a move of her feet.

——But there are still some things beyond control.

Meijiu tasted the blood soul in the cup and frowned slightly.

First of all, the National Defense Array did not work as she expected. In the original plan, the White Guard's leader Qianji should have completed the transformation of the National Defense Array. This overbearing array that suppressed the realm of all living beings to the tenth level should have opened a back door for her.

However, now, Meijiu could feel that the power in her body was still suppressed, which meant that the national defense formation did not accept her. If that was all, Meijiu would not care. After all, she had now achieved a great leap from the lower nine clans to the upper three clans, and there was no opponent for her in Yongtian Kingdom.

What really made Meijiu feel a little annoyed was that she did not get the "perfect" evolution she expected.

This was because when she was in seclusion to evolve, she was attacked by Merlin's group. Although those people did not threaten her safety, they cleverly destroyed part of the formation required for evolution. This also caused some problems in Meijiu's evolution. Originally, she should have the power of the two races of the Old God and Kungu, but now she has no halo and white wings, which means that the power of the Old God is not obvious.

—―Of course, it may also be that the power of the Old Gods and Kungu cannot coexist.

But it doesn't matter, after the dust settles, she will become the new owner of this land. She will have plenty of time to study these things then, and for now, she just needs to clean up the last trouble in front of her.

Meijiu put down the wine glass in her hand and turned to look behind her.

Mr. Tingchao stood there, holding a long sword in his hand, with a sword aura as heavy as the sea. Meijiu smiled.

No one could tell her age from her appearance. Time had left no marks on her face, only her charm. When she smiled, her eyebrows curved, as if she was still in the most innocent and beautiful time of her youth.

She said:

"I never wait for others, but you are an exception."

She used the word "wait" because the fragment of the Immaculate Tree was right behind her. She had never left this place since she woke up, and now it seemed like she was indeed waiting for someone.

Mr. Tingchao clenched his sword and calmly took an attacking stance. His hand was steady, without the slightest tremor.

"You knew I was coming?"

Ignoring Meijiu's greetings, Mr. Tingchao asked directly. Meijiu smiled but said nothing.

Mr. Tingchao had a stronger killing intent. In fact, the reason why he came directly to the Immaculate Tree was to confirm one thing: Miss Kanhua's death was indeed her own choice after careful consideration, but as the planner of the whole plan, Meijiu should not have made such a big mistake. To put it bluntly, Miss Kanhua had no martial arts skills. If you didn't want her to die, you could just send two black-robed men to watch her 24 hours a day. In that case, Miss Kanhua wouldn't even have the chance to commit suicide.

Tingchao pointed the sword in his hand at Meijiu. He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and said in a cold voice:

"When you ordered Ying to lock up my daughter, you should have guessed that this would be the result. With your ability and vision, it is impossible for you not to see that she might commit suicide... But you did nothing. What others saw as an accident was inevitable for you."

This was the most puzzling part for Tingchao. He didn't know why Meijiu made such a hasty decision to imprison him.

Meijiu laughed. Her smile was completely different from the one just now. Her eyes, which were full of innocence and joy just now, were now filled with arrogance and indifference in the blink of an eye. Meijiu exhaled and said to Tingchao:

"I did think about it. But I don't think it matters anymore."

Meijiu reached out her hand, patted the stone where the wine glass was placed, and said to Tingchao:

"At first, I always had a question - the old gods' [Election of Gods] system clearly selects qualified people from among humans to become gods. Why is it that after so many years, the relationship between the old gods and humans has not changed in the slightest, and the contradictions have intensified? When I completed this evolutionary ritual myself and separated from my mortal body, I finally understood."

Meijiu looked at Mr. Tingchao and said calmly:

"If it were anyone else, including me in the past, I would have done everything I could to save the girl's life and avoid a conflict with you. In fact, I did the same in the past, but when I really crossed that line and was promoted from the lower nine tribes to the upper three tribes, there was only one voice in my mind - it doesn't matter. Whether she lives or not is none of my business, and what's the point of your anger? After all, she's just a [human]."

Meijiu's eyes were full of seriousness, and her tone was calm, as if she was talking about something that was a matter of course. The sufferings of the world were all seen by the gods above.

But the gods don't care.

It's not that they don't have emotions, otherwise they wouldn't fight for faith. But their emotions are not used on humans, just like slave owners on plantations will fight to snatch slaves, but they don't care about the lives of slaves.

To the old gods, human faith is their food, and humans are merely tools to produce faith.

From the moment she became a god, Meijiu's mentality changed. Her past supporters and allies were no longer important, the world belonged to her, and only her.

So she maintained an indifferent attitude towards the girl watching the flowers. Perhaps in her heart, she also had the idea of ​​testing Mr. Tingchao. Before she became a god, Mr. Tingchao was her ally, and the girl watching the flowers was an important chess piece to consolidate the alliance.

After she became a god, the flower-watching girl was just a nuisance, and as for Mr. Tingchao... he was very suitable to be displayed in the window of her trophies. Taking Tingchao's head around the Kingdom of Eternal Heaven would also allow the existing resistance forces to recognize the gap in strength between each other and put an end to the old era.

As for what kind of courage the flower-watching girl had to pierce her own neck with the hairpin; how strong was Mr. Tingchao's love for his daughter, how he was able to part ways with his former self for her, and how desperate he was when he lost her... In Meijiu's view today, these are nothing more than insignificant human emotions.