Chapter 646: A Green Hair the Path; Firemoon the Door

Chapter 646: A Green Hair the Path; Firemoon the Door

The Greenhair Badlands shook dramatically. From the look of it, the Captain’s words had released some unknown taboo, causing the terrifying power of the desert to suddenly erupt.

Grains of sand started floating up into the air. Every single one vibrated as faces appeared on them, which looked up into the sky and roared in rage. The sound of the roar became like heavenly thunder that resounded in the canopy of heaven. The wind swirled in all directions, transforming the gap between heaven and earth into a sea of sand.

Looking at it from a distance, the countless particles of sand floating into the air significantly lowered visibility. As the wind took hold of the sand and swept it about, loud rumbling sounds echoed out. The grains smashed into each other, transforming into ashes, which fueled the growing sandstorm.

The faces howled in pain. However, as they clumped together, they gradually formed an enormous face. It looked like a young woman. Shē was laughing, but at the same time crying, and the sound of it filled the Greenhair Badlands.

Mutagen spread out, obscuring the world. A god had come!

Heaven and earth in the Greenhair Badlands became dark and gloomy. Divine sense was useless, and physical eyes couldn’t see clearly either. There was only endless, deafening rumbling. All cultivators native to the area went into hiding in the mountains and then looked on in shock.

It was hard to determine who did it first, but before long, all of them were prostrating in the direction of the huge face.

“White Mother!”

As Xu Qing and the others raced toward the exit, the Wind Guardians there seemed to be getting extremely excited. Dropping to their knees, they started chanting an ancient chant.

“White Mother is awake, enjoying the fiery river.

“The godchild cometh, to bring salvation hither.

“All beings are dazzled, in confusion they quiver.

“I will become the soil, a nourishing caregiver.”

The chanting reverberated across the desert, spreading with the wind. Although the violent wind was shocking, it didn’t seem particularly malicious to the Wind Guardians, who were natives of these lands.

In contrast... the cultivators from the Red Moon Cathedral who were here looking for the source of the broadcast had no choice but to back away from the tempest. The sandstorm seemed intent on venting all of its malice on any outsiders in the area. In the shortest of moments, countless cathedral cultivators were sent tumbling this way and that, looks of shock on their faces. Some were overwhelmed and ripped to pieces. As their souls were shredded, they released howls of grief.

Even the pontiff was visibly taken aback.

“Everybody, retreat from this area!”

Without any hesitation, he issued orders for the cathedral cultivators to fall back. It was only when they were out of the desert that they were no longer in danger.

After that, the pontiff, along with some of his Void Returning godheralds, pierced through the sandstorm like a spear, heading right toward the exit where Xu Qing and the others were just emerging.

The Captain glanced at the Heir Apparent and his siblings, and was very pleased to see the serious expressions on their faces.

The Heir Apparent looked closely at the hair in Erniu’s hand. “You worked with one of the Three Gods of Sun, Moon, and Star of the Firemoon Darkheaven people? High God Moonfire?”

The Captain chuckled and nodded proudly. “The three high gods of the Firemoon Darkheaven people all wanted to give me face. But in the end, I thought about how thēir species is the mortal enemy of us humans, and therefore, I refused thēir offer.

“And yet, Little Moonie shamelessly demanded to help, and I eventually had no choice but to reluctantly agree. Considering how hard shē worked, I promised that when the time came, I would give her a few chunks of Crimson Mother’s flesh to eat.”

The Heir Apparent’s face remained completely expressionless, almost as if he hadn’t heard any of the Captain’s nonsense. Princess Brightblossom sneered, but also ignored the Captain. Ning Yan and the others had experienced quite a few shocks on this day, yet their first reaction upon hearing Erniu’s bragging was that it seemed too fake. Xu Qing was used to this sort of thing, and didn’t react at all.

Seeing that nobody believed him, the Captain sighed again. “Ah, whatever. Look, I’m telling the truth. One of these days, all of you will realize that what Chen Erniu says isn’t even remotely untrue. Thēy really did beg me!”

The Captain cleared his throat, and with a helpless swagger that bemoaned how ignorant everyone else was, he stepped forward and threw the hair into the vortex made from hope power.

The hair drifted through the air, and when it touched the vortex, the vortex suddenly stopped moving. Then the hair grew longer and longer, stretching out to form a pathway. It was long and winding, and headed far out into the void.

At the very end of the path was a wooden door, extremely ancient, and seemingly very inauspicious. The black wood was covered with numerous very deep scratch marks, and even some chunks of flesh. Most horrendous of all was that black blood oozed out of the edges of the door. The blood emanated an overwhelming sensation of sinister decay.

It also contained the aura of a god. When Ning Yan and the others saw it, they groaned as their mutagen levels started rising. Xu Qing’s vision swam, and his mind trembled. The Heir Apparent and his siblings looked at the black wooden door as if it represented the impending arrival of a dangerous enemy.

Only the Captain seemed relaxed. Stepping into the vortex and onto the path made by the green hair, he looked over his shoulder at Xu Qing and grinned.

“Want to come with me to take a look, little Ah Qing?”

Xu Qing was about to reply when blood started gushing out of the edges of the door. At the same time, a loud, incessant banging started on the other side.

Bang-bang-bang-bang!

It was a deafening sound that shook them down to the soul.

Apparently, whatever entity was on the other side had sensed newcomers, and was banging on the door. The force caused the door to shiver with each blow, and more damage appeared on its surface.

The sudden banging seemed to catch the Captain by surprise. After blinking a few times, he continued to smile. “What the hell? How come everybody who gets locked up seems to love violently banging on the door?”

Off to the side, Eighth Sib glared at the Captain and snapped, “Shē’s cursing you.”

1. The legendary origin of the Greenhair Badlands was first mentioned in chapter 579.2. ☜