ctnovel Chapter 93 Heading to the Great Wilderness, the Mimi Bird
Chapter 93 Heading to the Great Wilderness, the Mimi Bird
The sky is vast and the earth is boundless; the wind howls and the desolation is immense.
Stretching across the heart of the Central Plains from the desolate western frontier lies a vast wilderness.
This is a dead end for ordinary people.
It is the battlefield of ancient and strange beasts.
It is also a chaotic land where mythical beasts from mountains and seas, demons and monsters dwell and lurk.
What Li Qingchen could see.
There are no fertile fields, mulberry trees, or bamboo groves; there are no villages with smoke rising from their chim
Only endless, desolate wilderness stretches infinitely towards the ends of the earth.
Looking out, Li Qingchen felt that the world was vast and all living beings were insignificant.
The boundary between heaven and earth was blurred by a hazy, murky fog.
Desolate, yet magnificent.
"Wow, such a wonder exists in the world."
Li Qingchen sighed.
After completing the "Loving Family" instance, Li Qingchen received numerous blessings from the Blessed Spirit True Lord.
He is now a true mid-level rank expert.
Li Qingchen continued on his way, riding a mixed-breed wind horse.
Ordinary mountains, rivers, grasses, and trees, at most a few feet tall, grow according to the natural order of heaven and earth.
However, within the vast wilderness, all things grow against the natural order.
Exotic flowers and rare herbs grow everywhere, rising from the ground.
Each tree is over two zhang tall.
Thick, intertwined roots are exposed on the dry, cracked, dark earth, resembling the gnarled veins of a demon, ferocious and terrifying.
Weeds and thorns spread wildly, their sharp thorns gleaming with a dark luster and concealing deadly poison.
In addition, there was dark miasma.
Li Qingchen thought to himself that if he didn't have a constitution that made him immune to all poisons, he would probably have fainted here long ago and become food for the strange beasts.
The vast wilderness has never known a day of peace; the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is played out to its fullest extent.
Deep in the wilderness, a brutal battle between ferocious beasts unfolds every moment.
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Deep within this desolate wasteland, teeming with danger and devoid of life, lies a bizarre and illogical scene.
The heart of the wilderness.
Far from the chaotic heartland where ferocious beasts slay, in a relatively tranquil depression, stands a towering ancient locust tree.
This locust tree is no ordinary tree; its trunk is so thick that it takes more than ten people to encircle it.
The dense locust leaves, layer upon layer, isolated the barren wilderness from the turbid winds and poisonous fog, creating a small, temporarily safe haven beneath the trees.
Beside the ancient locust tree.
A simple mountain inn suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
The inn's wooden beams were rotten, the earthen walls were mottled, and the gray tiles were piled up haphazardly with broken edges, making it look very dilapidated and simple.
The inn was not large; it consisted of only three or four wooden houses connected together, enclosed by a low courtyard, just enough to accommodate a few dozen people to rest.
But it is precisely this small inn hidden in the desolate wilderness.
Inside, however, it was bustling with noise and chatter, completely out of place with the deathly silence and desolation outside.
Li Qingchen tied up the wind horse and prepared to go into the inn to take a look.
Having a place to rest in this wilderness is quite nice.
Before he even entered the door, he could hear the clinking of wine bowls, the rough laughter and curses of men, the shouts of people playing drinking games, and the murmurs of idle chatter...
These sounds drifted out through the broken wooden windows and the open wooden doors.
At first glance.
There were at least a dozen people gathered in the inn, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.
It's like a small, mundane world outside of a chaotic era, absurd and bizarre.
"That's interesting."
Li Qingchen became interested and strode inside.
The sky was dim in the wilderness, but inside the inn, the lights flickered.
The light from the oil lamp illuminated the diverse group of travelers from all walks of life in the room.
Li Qingchen glanced at it briefly.
Most of those who come here to rest are warriors who have traveled the vast wilderness.
They were mostly dressed in tattered animal skins and hemp clothing, and were tall and strong with muscular arms.
He had a short sword and a long spear at his waist, and his body was covered in dust.
Some of the men had their clothes stained with blood, clearly indicating that they were desperate criminals who had spent years walking the line between life and death, living on the edge of a knife.
This is normal.
Although the Great Wilderness is dangerous, it is full of treasures.
There are countless exotic flowers, fruits, and rare animals here.
If you're lucky, you might just make a trip and acquire enough wealth to last a lifetime.
In the words of my past life, the Great Wilderness was like the Age of Exploration, attracting countless people to come here to search for treasure.
Li Qingchen took a seat and called the waiter to bring wine and dishes.
Boom boom boom!
A loud knocking sound suddenly rang out inside the inn.
In the center of the crowd, an old man sat upright beside an old wooden table.
The old man's clothes were gray and worn, his hair was dry and white, and it fell messily over his shoulders. His eyes were covered with a layer of cloudy white film, and they were empty and lifeless.
He is blind.
He stood upright, holding a smooth jujube wood cane, his fingertips gently tapping the table.
He coughed lightly a few times and then began to tell his story.
Li Qingchen ordered sake and listened with great interest.
The storyteller's role is like that of a resident singer in a bar; they are an indispensable part of creating atmosphere.
This is especially true in the inns built in the vast wilderness.
Most of the people inside put down their wine and meat, some leaning against wooden pillars, some sitting around the table, and some squatting on the ground, listening with great interest to the old man's storytelling.
The listeners all looked on with a newfound curiosity.
"If we talk about the most powerful figures in the world today who roam the four seas and awe the eight wastelands, it is generally acknowledged that there are three people who stand at the pinnacle of martial arts, looking down on all races, and no one can easily shake their position."
The old man spoke slowly and deliberately, his aged tone carrying the weight of years, gradually unfolding a magnificent story.
"Firstly, there was the previous leader of the Demonic Sect, Youhunlei."
"This person comes from the Dark Ghost Realm, cultivates the world-destroying demonic art, and his cultivation is unfathomable. He acts erratically and is capricious. He can slaughter a city and exterminate a clan in the blink of an eye, and his demonic flames have shaken the righteous path of the Central Plains for more than a hundred years."
Even though he now lives in seclusion, the mere mention of the words "Tears of a Ghost" still sends shivers down the spines of countless martial arts masters, who dare not utter a word in vain.
"Secondly, there is Princess Longming, who disappeared from the Dragon Palace of the East Sea."
"The Dragon Palace of the East Sea sits atop a vast expanse of blue water, home to countless aquatic creatures, and boasts a rich history dating back to ancient times."
"Princess Longming was born with the bloodline of a dragon and possessed extraordinary talents. Her ability to control water and waves was unparalleled throughout the world, and she became famous at a young age."
"Unfortunately, several years ago, a dramatic change occurred in the East Sea, and Princess Longming mysteriously disappeared without a trace. The Dragon Palace searched the entire world but could not find her, making her one of the world's greatest unsolved mysteries."
No one knows whether this peerless dragon maiden perished in the Great Wilderness or hid in the world, waiting for her return.
"Thirdly, there are the unpredictable and otherworldly demons who exist outside the three realms."
"This person is neither god nor demon, neither human nor ghost. He transcends the six realms of existence, walks freely between heaven and earth, and comes and goes without a trace. His methods are strange and sinister. He can draw upon the yin energy of the netherworld and summon ancient evil spirits."
"Righteous cultivators regard it as a scourge of heaven and earth, and evil demons and monsters are also extremely wary of it. No one knows its true cultivation level, and no one can figure out what it wants to do."
"It is known that once it appears in the world, it will inevitably bring disaster and chaos."
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The old man slowly recounted the names of the three strongest figures of the era, and the people in the room listened with great interest, occasionally whispering among themselves.
Those who travel the Great Wilderness are more or less aware of the significance of these three names.
After all, each of them is a terrifying existence capable of overturning the order of a region.
Li Qingchen sipped his sake, thinking that the otherworldly demon from the game actually had such a formidable reputation in the wilderness.
Suddenly, the tone shifted, and the blind old man's voice became noticeably more solemn, his aged voice now carrying a hint of awe and desolation.
He spoke slowly, word by word:
"These three are already the pinnacle of the world, invincible in the human realm."
"But if we consider the entirety of history, spanning millennia, within the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man, there is only one truly undisputed strongest being in the human world. Because no one can surpass him, and no one dares to challenge him!"
Upon hearing this, the noise in the inn paused slightly, and many rough men looked up, their eyes filled with surprise and curiosity as they stared at the blind old man.
Ghostly Tears, Dragon Netherworld Maiden, and Extraterrestrial Demon are already the pinnacle of the world, yet there is still someone who can steadily surpass the three and occupy the position of the number one throughout the ages.
The blind old man slightly raised his empty eye sockets, as if gazing at the vast wilderness outside the window, or towards the distant heavens and the netherworld.
The past is long gone, and the legends are deep and lingering.
The old man began to slowly recount the immortal legend of the supreme sword god:
"It is said that the supreme sword god's swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle, he has comprehended the sword principles of heaven and earth, severed the shackles of the laws, and his sword power can overturn mountains and rivers, break through the nine heavens, and suppress the nine netherworlds."
"Some say that in the past, a million-strong demon army invaded from another realm, their iron cavalry trampling the borders, demons running rampant, the people suffering, and the country in grave danger."
"In the midst of crisis, the Sword God stood alone atop the desolate border city, sword in hand, his white robes fluttering in the wind."
"With a single stroke of the longsword, the sword light traversed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers."
"That chilling sword intent easily tore through the demonic clouds, and a million demons were instantly reduced to ashes, leaving no trace of their bodies."
"A thousand miles of battlefield, rivers of blood flowed. It was a battle that decided the fate of the world, decisively thwarting the demon realm's ambition to invade."
"Some say that the beasts of the Great Wilderness are causing chaos, and that millions of ancient ferocious beasts are migrating in groups, intending to trample the territory of the Central Plains human race."
Mountains and rivers trembled, beasts roared, countless cities were destroyed, and countless lives were slaughtered.
"The Sword God treads on his sword, standing alone in the path of all beasts, and lightly swings his sword."
Sword energy swept across thousands of miles, its sharp edge cleaving through the wilderness. Countless ferocious beasts fell dead instantly, their mangled bodies piling up like mountains, shaking the myriad races of the Great Wilderness.
For the next hundred years, no wild beast dared to cross the line.
"Furthermore, there are ancient tales of the gods of the Nine Heavens. In the past, the Nine Heavens Tribulation descended upon the world, and heavenly punishment came down upon the mortal realm, intending to cleanse the world of its impurities and annihilate all martial arts cultivators."
"Thousands of thunderbolts tore through the clouds, purple lightning danced wildly, the might of heaven was vast, all things bowed down, and no one in the world dared to look directly at the divine punishment."
"Only that sword god, stepping on a three-foot-long green sword, ascends to the heavens step by step. He rises against the sky, his long sword pointing straight at the clouds and sea of the nine heavens."
"With a single sword stroke, the layers of tribulation clouds were parted, and the raging lightning tribulation in the sky collapsed and vanished without a trace upon encountering the sword's edge."
He held the Heaven-Asking Sword, its blade pointing straight south, directly towards the Heavenly Gate, looking down upon the celestial beings of the Nine Heavens.
"The bright sun hangs high in the sky, its light shining through the ages."
"But under the unparalleled sharpness of that Heaven-Asking Sword, even the blazing sun paled in comparison."
The sky was dim, and the sun and moon were covered in dust.
Countless celestial beings stood atop the Southern Heavenly Gate, looking down upon the mortal warrior who defied the sword's edge. Each remained silent, filled with dread; not one dared step out of the gate to confront him, nor dared to take a single blow from his sword.
"In the Nine Netherworlds, Yama holds the power of life and death, controls reincarnation and soul locking, commands thousands of Yin soldiers and ghost generals, and his might suppresses the netherworld."
"In the past, Yama was dissatisfied with the martial artists of the mortal world who defied the heavens, and wanted to bind the sword gods with the rules of the heavens. So he stretched out a giant hand that blotted out the sky and the sun, crossed the realm between Yin and Yang, and came straight to the mortal world. He wanted to forcibly lock their souls, capture their spirits, and send them to the Nine Netherworlds for trial."
"But Yama, who rules the underworld, never expected that the human swordsman would be so proud and fearless, unafraid of gods and Buddhas, and even less afraid of the underworld."
"The Sword God merely swung a seemingly ordinary sword, and the sword light pierced through the Yin-Yang barrier, shattering the laws of the Netherworld."
The giant hand of Yama, which roamed the Yellow Springs and bound countless souls, was severed by a single sword strike, causing the Yin energy to dissipate and the Yellow Springs to tremble.
"Then, this man, dressed in green, holding the Heaven-Questioning Sword, strolled leisurely towards the Gate of Hell, the boundary between Yin and Yang."
His steps were unhurried, his expression serene, and his swordsmanship aura transcended yin and yang, subtly commanding the gates of hell, forming a domain of his own.
"Upon seeing this, the thousands of ghost soldiers and ghost troops inside the pass were so frightened that their souls fled, howled incessantly, trembled in fear, and dared not step out of the pass."
Yama sat solemnly in the Hall of the Underworld, his face ashen. He ultimately dared not cross the line again, allowing the Sword God to stand defiantly at the boundary between Yin and Yang, unchallenged and unprovoked.
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The blind old man continued to speak slowly.
Every word and phrase is a legend passed down through the ages.
Each word was spoken with deliberate pause, filled with reverence and piety.
"The immortals of the Nine Heavens dared not accept the challenge. The Yama King of the Nine Netherworlds retreated with his halberd broken."
A million-strong army of demons was annihilated with a single sword strike, and all the beasts of the Great Wilderness bowed in submission.
"It can defy the might of the heavens above, suppress the evil spirits of the netherworld below, and sweep away all races in the human world in the middle."
Such strength, such integrity—throughout history, there has only been one like him.
"Therefore, the greatest among men throughout history, unparalleled in all time, and bowing down to all paths, is none other than the ethereal and elusive Sword God."
After the long, drawn-out words faded, the inn fell silent.
Only the oil lamp crackled softly.
A desolate wind swept through the forest outside the window, bringing with it a series of wild, mournful sounds.
After the blind old man finished speaking, no one spoke.
Li Qingchen was also stunned.
I thought to myself, "Wow, so this is the number one fan of the Sword God!!"
Inside the inn.
After a brief silence.
The burly men in the room looked at each other in bewilderment for a moment, then burst into laughter.
Sighs and jeers rose and fell, completely shattering the solemn and awe-inspiring atmosphere that had just been there.
A burly man with a full beard put down his wine jar, grinned, and sneered, his tone full of disdain and mockery:
"Old man, your story is so eloquent and fantastical that it's left me completely bewildered."
"How could such an unparalleled figure, who transcends gods and demons and crushes the nine netherworlds and nine heavens, have no one even knowing his name?"
"In the end, it's nothing but a fabricated and exaggerated legend made up by you storytellers!"
"Where did this absurd character who could annihilate a million with one sword or slay Yama with one sword come from? It's just a way to amuse us rough folks."
"Third brother, stop spouting nonsense!"
A middle-aged man with a dark complexion and a calm demeanor next door spoke up to stop them.
"The Sword God is an ancient deity with a profound realm and unfathomable supernatural powers."
His name contains the profound meaning of heaven and earth; how could we, mere mortals and wild men, possibly glimpse or know it so easily?
"The names of the most powerful beings in the world contain secrets of heaven, which ordinary people should not call directly or discuss recklessly."
"Your unbridled speech, so wantonly slandering the legend of the Sword God, is a warning to the supreme Sword God who guards the Gates of Hell. He may send a sword flying to cut off your tongue, leaving you speechless and forever unable to utter a sound!"
His tone carried a hint of deliberate apprehension.
It may seem like a casual admonition, but it actually contains a hidden joke.
These sarcastic remarks were made.
The room erupted in laughter once again.
"Hahaha! Cutting off the root of the tongue would be best!" said the one called the third brother.
"It will save that old lecher from being so glib all day long, unable to take his eyes off women. Without his tongue, let's see how he can still harass country women and take liberties with the neighborhood ladies."
"It's just a vague and unfounded legend, how could it possibly bring real punishment?"
Within the Great Wilderness, ferocious beasts devour people, and swords and spears claim lives. Those who dare to come to the wilderness are all desperate outlaws dancing on the edge of a knife, caring little for the protection of gods or sword spirits, or any demons or monsters.
Several people joked and mocked.
The sounds of cursing, arguing, and joking once again filled the entire inn.
What kind of bullshit legend of the eternal sword god is that? It's all just a bunch of after-dinner jokes.
No one respected him, and no one believed in him.
They simply took it as a fabricated story by a down-on-his-luck old man to while away the tedious and boring journey through the wilderness.
Li Qingchen glanced over.
The blind old man sat quietly at the table, his aged head slightly lowered, gently shaking his head, his face full of helplessness and melancholy.
However, not all of them look like this.
A young man, carrying a jug of wine, walked cautiously toward the blind old man and said:
"Everyone says that the Sword God's swordsmanship is unparalleled, reaching the heavens, and that no one in the mortal world can rival him. Thousands of powerful figures cannot withstand the power of his single sword strike."
"At the pinnacle of martial arts, there is no path forward, and being invincible in the world is the greatest loneliness for cultivators."
"Therefore, I have always had doubts. Since the Sword God has reached the pinnacle of humanity, invincible for eternity, unstoppable by gods and Buddhas, feared by gods and demons, with no rivals left in the world, and with no more attachments to the mortal world."
But in that legend, why would he be alone, carrying a long sword, never asking where he was going, day after day, marching step by step towards the endless distance where the sun sets in the west, never looking back?
"The Western Sunset Land is a vast expanse of yellow sand, a desolate region, teeming with ancient and ferocious beasts, and where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is depleted. It is a universally recognized desolate and barren place, devoid of immortal mountains and secret realms, ancient inheritances, and top experts."
"There are neither unparalleled martial arts techniques to study there, nor formidable opponents to spar with."
"Sir, you are well-versed in ancient history, knowledgeable of the secrets of the Great Wilderness, and familiar with worldly legends. I dare to ask, why did the Sword God depart for the west?"
"Could it be that at the edge of the western sunset lies an untold, supreme secret of swordsmanship, capable of igniting the sword god's obsession and breaking through existing limits?"
"Or perhaps, in that unknown western wilderness, lurks a destined rival capable of rivaling the Sword God, someone who can make the invincible draw their sword once more?"
The young man uttered his gentle question slowly.
The noise inside the inn suddenly subsided.
Many men subconsciously stopped joking and turned to look at the refined young man in the blue robe in the corner, their eyes filled with curiosity and scrutiny.
Upon hearing the sound, the blind old man pursed his lips but remained silent.
Just then.
Behind the counter, the innkeeper, dressed in a gray cloth short jacket and with a smooth face, quickly came out with a smile, breaking the silence.
The shopkeeper, with a kind and tactful smile, bowed to Li Qingchen and explained:
"Please don't take offense, young master, and don't be displeased."
The shopkeeper spoke in a kind tone, slowly saying:
"This old man has spent half his life wandering the wilderness, making a living by telling stories and recounting ancient legends. As a wanderer, he is bound by the rules of his profession. He is not deliberately disrespecting you, young master, and is unwilling to answer."
"Storytellers in the martial arts world talk about gods and ghosts, recount the past and present. Whenever they ask questions about the secrets of ancient great beings and ancient gods, there is a rule of 'thirst money'."
"If you want to hear the secrets and know the answer, you must offer a small reward before the old man will tell you the reason. This is the rule of the trade, passed down from generation to generation, and must not be broken."
The shopkeeper abruptly changed the subject, his tone now carrying a hint of courting and befriending, saying:
"I have been in charge of this Great Wilderness Inn for many years and have known this blind old man for a long time. We have a deep friendship and I have some respect for him."
"Today, young master traveled alone in the Great Wilderness and accidentally entered this miasma-filled land. It can be said that our encounter with this small shop is a predestined fate."
"If you'd like, sir, why not move to the counter, order a pot of our secret-recipe Yellow Millet Wine, sip it for a while, and do a small act of kindness in this mundane world?"
"For the price of just a pot of wine, I, this old man, will use our friendship to persuade you to make an exception and tell you in detail the secret reasons behind the Sword God's westward journey. What do you think, young master?"
The young man was about to pay.
Li Qingchen suddenly stood up.
A faint smile slowly crept onto the corners of his lips.
Li Qingchen slowly raised his eyes, his gaze calmly meeting the innkeeper's shrewd and calculating expression. He said lazily, "I understand the innkeeper's good intentions, but I can pay for the wine."
He paused for a moment.
Li Qingchen slowly raised his hands and said, "I can't afford the Yellow Millet Wine, but I have my fists, which can serve as payment. I wonder if the shopkeeper would be willing to accept them?"
The innkeeper's smooth smile froze instantly.
His face was filled with panic, and he took two steps back, his expression terrified. He cried out sharply, "Young master, what do you mean by this!"
"I have never met you before, nor have we had any grudges against you. I am only trying to discuss this with you in good faith and have never had any intention of harming you."
Why did you suddenly speak so maliciously and attempt to harm me?
"Could it be that this young master, despite his handsome and refined appearance, is actually a wicked person with a crooked heart, driven by greed?"
Li Qingchen laughed and said, "I've just been playing along with you guys for so long, do you really think I'm stupid?"
As soon as he finished speaking, sword energy scattered from Li Qingchen's body.
At the same time, a sudden change occurred!
The entire inn, which seemed bustling and peaceful, suddenly began to tremble violently.
The walls of the inn began to twist and wrinkle, as fragile as thin paper soaked in warm water.
The roof tiles blurred in layers, and the wooden beams and tables and chairs appeared as if bathed in a transparent white mist.
Everything around began to dissolve, fade, and dissipate rapidly, like bursting bubbles.
A series of sharp, eerie screams erupted from everyone's throats!
It was no longer human speech and laughter, but a hoarse, piercing cry, like the mournful wailing of a crow weeping blood.
Inside the inn, a dozen or so travelers chatted and laughed, including a burly man making sarcastic remarks, a shrewd and calculating innkeeper, a blind old man telling stories in silence, and a hesitant young man.
All human figures began to distort and deform, their clothes peeled off layer by layer, their flesh became alienated, and their limbs became deformed.
In the blink of an eye.
All the various mortal appearances they had just displayed have vanished!
All the "people" revealed their true, hideous nature!
Li Qingchen chuckled and said, "So it's you bunch of roast birds."
Those were strange, eerie birds with bizarre appearances, called the Mimi Birds.
The bird was about three feet long, with messy, dry, gray-black feathers all over its body, covered with mottled dark patterns.
The head resembles a human but is not bird-like, retaining some human facial features, with distorted and ferocious features, which is what is called a human face;
Its lower body is supported by only one leg, which is thick and sharp, with three hooked claws.
They gleamed with a cold, dark light, and their appearance was extremely frightening.
The crude man, the shrewd shopkeeper, and the blind old man from before have all transformed into this strange, one-legged, human-faced demon bird.
The swarms of demonic birds filled the entire dilapidated inn.
Their sharp beaks opened and closed, constantly emitting shrill and piercing cries.
The entire dilapidated inn vanished completely, disappearing with the wind and never to be seen again.
A desolate wind swept through the empty, ancient locust tree, leaving only barren land.
Only flocks of nymphs circled overhead, stirring up gusts of eerie wind.
A strange creature from the Great Wilderness, with a human face and one leg.
He is fond of bewitching, skilled at creating illusions, and proficient in the secret arts of illusion.
They live in groups and are cunning and treacherous.
The vast wilderness is shrouded in mist, and countless travelers have lost their way. Anyone who wanders alone into the wilderness and becomes careless is easily targeted by the Mimi Bird.
When a flock of birds work together to cast a spell, they can easily create an illusion.
For example, mountain inns, village homes, or places to rest in peace.
They use the illusion of fireworks to deceive people, erode their vigilance, and disturb their minds.
When the prey is completely immersed in the illusion, relaxes its guard, and its mind is captivated.
This group of human-faced demon birds will suddenly tear through the illusion and attack in unison.
They have a particular fondness for eating the hearts and eyes of living people. They are ferocious and are among the most feared and monstrous beasts for travelers in the Great Wilderness.
Several larger, more demonic birds took the lead, flapping their wings.
Sharp claws pierced the air, flashing with black poisonous light, accompanied by a foul-smelling wind, and pounced straight at Li Qingchen's face and heart.
The remaining demonic birds followed closely behind, forming an encirclement, layer upon layer, blocking all escape routes.
They howled incessantly, exuding a murderous aura, displaying a ruthless intent to surround and devour their prey.
Faced with the combined attack of dozens of Great Wilderness Demon Birds, Li Qingchen remained calm, neither dodging nor avoiding.
He simply raised his finger slightly.
His blue robe fluttered even without wind.
A surge of extremely powerful black demonic energy emanated from his body.
Behind him stood a ghost general emitting eerie green flames.
The Ghost General, wielding his domineering blade, leaped into the air.
A series of dazzling, blood-red auras swept out in an instant, precisely striking the several ethereal birds that were pouncing at the forefront.
Snap! Snap!
The ear-piercing sound of the overlord's blade tearing through flesh suddenly exploded, and the sharp blade instantly penetrated the demon bird's body.
The few birds at the forefront, before they could even utter their final lament, exploded and crashed heavily onto the barren yellow earth.
After convulsing for a moment, they completely lost their life force, turning into broken and cold corpses.
With a single move, several demonic birds died.
The remaining Mimi birds that had surrounded them witnessed the instantaneous and tragic deaths of their kind. They flapped their wings, turned around, and scattered, fleeing swiftly into the depths of the Great Wilderness Mist and the dense forests of wild grass.
Just a moment later.
The previously aggressive encirclement and attack situation collapsed instantly.
The birds fled in disarray, leaving behind a trail of corpses, and the eerie wind gradually dissipated.
The Ghost General knelt on one knee and respectfully bowed to Li Qingchen in a gesture of humility.
"Well done," Li Qingchen praised dryly.
The True Lord of Fortune and Inspiration greatly increased his strength, and because of the existence of the Ghost Contract, the Ghost General's cultivation also rose accordingly.
Li Qingchen beckoned with his finger, and the Ghost General transformed into a wisp of black demonic energy, merging into his body. He then mounted the Wind Horse and continued on his way.
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