ccnovels #297 - God-killing insect
#297 - God-killing insect
“This is quite realistic.”
Approaching the city below, Number Five's mental body muttered softly.
Wang Ji Xuan's alien soul responded, looking up to see patches of white clouds and, beyond them, a seemingly infinitely distant, light gray sky.
Lacking the blue sky made of the Sea of Wronged Souls, the scenery here was significantly inferior.
‘A landscape filled with human lives.’
Wang Daochang mused inwardly, descending slowly with Number Five.
The alien soul felt a faint pulling force, growing stronger as they neared the ground. By the time they reached the surface and landed on a street at the edge of the city, the alien soul felt 'gravity,' and walking didn't feel like floating anymore.
A gentle breeze caressed their faces, carrying the familiar scents of the streets. The cobblestone ground had cracks and smooth areas worn by the soles of passersby's shoes.
It really looked the part.
The architectural style here was completely different from that of Earth, with 'square funnels' that were narrow at the bottom and wide at the top everywhere. Occasionally, there were buildings resembling spirit cultivator spires, and there were also some statues, but the faces of the statues had been destroyed.
Wang Ji Xuan turned his head and looked around, seeing figures hiding in the buildings.
They were timid and shrinking back, some already trembling, and about a third of them were kneeling on the ground, constantly kowtowing and speaking in a 'Starry Sky dialect' that Wang Ji Xuan didn't understand.
The Daoist quickly noticed an anomaly.
There were no elderly or children here, mostly young men and women, all handsome and beautiful, each with their own unique characteristics and aesthetic appeal.
There was no ugliness.
The two proceeded cautiously, and although most of these figures were fearful, some still tried to follow them out of curiosity.
"What are they saying?" Wang Ji Xuan asked.
Number Five's small face became even more serious.
"It's the official language set by our spirit cultivation civilization," Number Five said softly. "I can be sure that this was created by other spirit cultivators."
"Can we find that spirit cultivator?"
"It's difficult. I'll talk to them."
Number Five scanned left and right with a dark face.
She wasn't polite at all. With a simple wave of her hand, a middle-aged woman in gorgeous clothes, hiding at the edge of a spire-like building, was directly pulled in front of Number Five.
Number Five strangled the woman's neck from afar, lifted her up, and then threw her to the ground.
A faint light flickered behind Number Five's light yellow short hair, and Wang Ji Xuan 'understood' the language here.
—This ability can also be considered an advantageous aspect of spirit cultivation civilizations.
Number Five coldly asked, "Who is your master?"
The woman gave an irrelevant answer: "You, who are you! This is the sacred God Kingdom! How dare you break into this place! Aren't you afraid of being punished by God!"
"Noisy."
Starlight flashed in Number Five's eyes, and the middle-aged woman screamed.
Seven or eight men in simple armor jumped out from around, shouting:
"Who are you!"
"Stop!"
Although they kept shouting, they didn't dare to move forward at all.
Although the strength of these souls was slightly stronger than ordinary people, it was clear that they didn't have any systematic means of attack, and in this illusion, they were just like 'mortals.'
Wang Ji Xuan observed coldly, trying to extend his spiritual consciousness forward, but the spiritual consciousness released by his alien soul was suppressed within a fifty-meter radius around him.
It was the city itself suppressing him.
Number Five used some more methods, and the seven or eight men who approached her and Wang Ji Xuan also screamed and fell to the ground, constantly rolling around.
"Don't make me ask you a third time," Number Five said murderously, "Who is your master?"
"We have no master!"
"Lord God-King will punish you!"
"Where is your God-King?" Number Five said coldly, "Tell him to get out here and see me! Calling himself a god and self-proclaiming as God-King, doesn't he have any shame!"
The surrounding people either screamed miserably or stammered, making it difficult to provide any useful information.
More and more people gathered from all directions.
Some men and women with weapons appeared, but in this illusion, they were just like mortals.
But Number Five, a spirit cultivator, had all kinds of methods to deal with them, which seemed to be the spirit cultivator's methods of controlling spirit slaves.
Suddenly, a soft sigh came from ahead.
Spiritual power fluctuation?
Wang Ji Xuan's alien soul prepared to attack, looking up at the street ahead.
A middle-aged woman in a golden dress stood on a rickshaw, holding a scepter in her hand, while six strong men pulled the cart.
With the appearance of this leader, the surrounding figures became bolder and gathered from all directions.
The woman's voice came from afar:
"Outsiders, where do you come from? This God Kingdom has been closed for a long time, and we are isolated from the world and do not want to participate in any disputes anymore, you…"
"Pretentious."
Number Five stomped her foot lightly.
A shallow shockwave bloomed from under her feet, and the surrounding figures who tried to gather were immediately thrown on their backs.
The middle-aged woman on the cart lightly pointed the scepter in her hand downwards, and a curtain of light fell.
She had a confident smile on her face;
But unfortunately, the smile froze as soon as it bloomed, and the curtain of light was instantly torn apart by the shockwave. The six strong men pulling the cart fell backward, and the cart exploded directly, causing the woman in gorgeous clothes to fall on her butt with a thud.
The woman shouted in a panic, "Who are you! Your power! This is the power of Lord God-King!"
Number Five couldn't help but mutter, "So weak, yet still putting on airs."
Wang Ji Xuan was happy to be idle and didn't persuade Number Five to stop.
Number Five waved her hand again, and the middle-aged woman was pulled over by her from afar. She grabbed her hair, lifted the upper half of the middle-aged woman's body, and said coldly:
"Speak! Who created this place! What is your God-King's name!"
"I, I…"
The middle-aged woman said in a trembling voice:
"What exactly are you!"
"Why is it so difficult to communicate with you," Number Five was obviously annoyed and was about to take drastic measures.
Wang Ji Xuan quickly said, "Don't get angry, don't get angry, these souls seem to be very confused, they may really not know anything."
After saying that, Wang Ji Xuan's alien soul released a point of cyan light from his palm, which directly drilled into the middle-aged woman's forehead.
The woman's eyes instantly became dull.
She was instantly controlled.
"Wouldn't it be better to directly control her soul… Ask away, now she will answer whatever you ask."
Several black lines hung on Number Five's forehead, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times.
Whose methods are more intense!
"Hurry up, I don't understand your language," Wang Daochang urged from the side.
Number Five nodded and began to inquire: "Who is your God-King?"
"God-King, Lord God-King is dead… How dare we know Lord God-King's name…"
"Dead? How did he die?"
"He was killed… By an ugly bug with six wings… It killed Lord God-King… Just, just in Lord God-King's palace… I am just a priestess chosen by Lord God-King… The other priestesses were all killed, and I escaped by hiding in a corner…"
An ugly bug?
Number Five frowned and asked, "What does this bug look like? Draw it."
The female priestess lowered her head and bit her finger, quickly drawing a simple picture on the ground.
Even if the picture was a bit messy and the lines were very simple, Wang Ji Xuan and Number Five could recognize it at a glance.
Gari Noh.
Only souls can reach here. In other words, Gari Noh's soul should have killed the 'God-King.'
"Get up," Number Five said simply, "Start from how you entered this God Kingdom, tell me everything that happened later, and take us to the place where the God-King was killed."
"Yes, yes…"
The female priestess said in a trembling voice.
Wang Ji Xuan's gaze constantly swept around, and his spiritual consciousness was also probing everywhere. Even if it was only fifty meters, it was enough to penetrate the walls of nearby buildings and see the specific structure inside.
In the minds of the people here, they live in a real world.
But three things are missing here:
Death, birth, and growth.
Everyone is frozen in one appearance, enjoying a repetitive and boring life with arranged work every day.
Wang Ji Xuan's Dao heart faintly gained something.
This kind of place is quite suitable for enlightenment.
The female priestess's name, when transliterated, is also a string of notes. Wang Ji Xuan took the first two characters and called her 'Black Silk.'
Pure transliteration, no negative guidance.
…
The Black Silk Priestess clearly remembered that she originally lived on a planet where ninety percent of the surface was covered by the ocean, and almost everyone's home was a house floating on the sea.
Their atmosphere was relatively stable, and storms rarely occurred. Even if there were storms, they only needed to wholeheartedly pray to the planet's guardian god to safely get through them.
They only did two things in their lives, to live well and to serve the guardian god.
Because of her good looks and a hint of spiritual energy, Black Silk was chosen by the temple in her childhood.
She entered the temple at the age of sixteen, and after working as an apprentice priestess for a few years, she finally became a formal priestess and got the opportunity to approach the guardian god for one hour every day.
At this time, Black Silk realized that their guardian god was an extremely strong male god with incredible abilities.
One of the tasks of the priestess was to fulfill all the needs put forward by the god.
Black Silk originally looked forward to serving the god, but she didn't expect that when she got this opportunity, the guardian god asked her to wear a peculiar armor and walk behind the kneeling guardian god…
"Stop!"
Number Five's face was full of disgust:
“Don't share such details! I have no interest in other spiritual practitioners' fetishes! How did you get here?”
Black Silk trembled a few times and continued…
She led Wang Jixuan and Number Five towards the magnificent palace in the center of the city, the periphery of which was already crowded with people.
Wang Jixuan could see about five or six hundred people.
Black Silk's voice also trembled slightly.
She spoke of the infusion ritual—different from the infusions on Earth that involved many dead people. The infusion ritual she participated in was a direct bestowal of spiritual energy circuits from spiritual practitioners. Although painful, it was only the pain of the body being parasitized by the spiritual energy circuits.
Long after the infusion ritual, about a dozen years later, several other spiritual practitioners (gods) came to this planet to discuss something with the spiritual practitioners on this planet.
Then, Black Silk and a group of male and female priests were sent to a blood pool.
The guardian god said with great interest:
‘Congratulations, you have been chosen and will soon enter the kingdom of God to serve the God-King.’
‘You will gain eternal life, true eternal life, without any worries, without worrying about hunger, without pressure, without work… Of course, you must carefully serve the God-King, who is our mentor.’
‘Oh, by the way, you can study art. I expect you to become great artists.’
The guardian god snapped his fingers, and his priests experienced extremely painful deaths. When the priests opened their eyes, they had already arrived here.
Black Silk said softly, “More than sixty of us participated in the ceremony to ascend to the kingdom of God, but only three of us came here.”
“Twenty to one?”
Number Five murmured:
“The selection of souls should have been completed before the death ritual. In other words, this group of spiritual practitioners may have created about twenty Heavens of Bliss?”
“That’s right, the number of the first batch of Pillar Blade Beasts seems to be… sixteen?”
“In other words, they used the name of creating fully automatic war machines to secretly create a Heaven of Bliss that could grant eternal life.”
Wang Jixuan stared at the approaching palace complex and said softly, “Ask her if she heard their early discussions.”
Number Five did as he was told;
The Black Silk Priestess recalled for more than ten seconds. She only heard some conversations when she followed everyone to serve the gods, very briefly…
‘Will the Wings of Light agree? Many of the awakening circuits needed for the Heaven of Bliss are monopolized by them.’
‘Whether they agree or not, our plan has already progressed to this point. The mentor doesn’t have much time left.’
‘Should we let them participate as well?’
‘It seems this is the only way. I’ll go talk to them again.’
‘The mentor has verified this technology for so long, it’s a bit depressing to share it with them for nothing.’
‘Take it easy, this technology is for the benefit of our civilization. As long as it can be promoted, everyone will have eternal life and possess power several times greater than now.’
That’s about it.
By the time the Black Silk Priestess finished recounting these things, they had already arrived in front of the palace complex.
The magnificence and splendor here need not be repeated;
But in Wang Jixuan's eyes, this was just the scenery of an illusion. As long as he created an illusion array, he could create all kinds of abstract scenery.
Not worth mentioning.
“The place where the God-King was killed is in front, behind the twelve pillars of that main hall.”
The Black Silk Priestess said softly:
“A force envelops that place, and we will be pushed away if we get close.”
Wang Jixuan and Number Five exchanged glances. Number Five suddenly grabbed the Black Silk Priestess and directly shielded himself with her.
The two of them, one a foreign soul and the other a thought entity, were very careful at this moment.
Slightly closer, Wang Jixuan's spiritual sense saw a somewhat shocking scene.
Behind the twelve white jade pillars, the palace, which should have been luxuriously decorated, was in a mess. The ground and walls were covered in blood, there were sections of white bones on the ground, and countless chopping marks could be seen on the ground. There was an area where the chopping marks were very dense.
A layer of light gray film covered the palace.
Wang Jixuan seemed to see a Garona there, stepping on the soul of an old man, and slashing down frantically with its blade limbs, chopping the old man into pieces of wreckage…
Huh?
Daoist Wang's eyebrows throbbed faintly, and his body's spiritual sense jumped slightly.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at the leftmost stone pillar.
Beside the stone pillar;
A gray shadow appeared at some point, just standing there quietly, with six thin wings spread behind it.