Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 449 - 404: Is There Anything More Terrifying?

In this bizarre heart of the sky, Wu Hen retrieved the feeling he had once had while playing games with the Mythical Species.

Back then, capturing such Divine Beasts like Bai Ze under the guidance of the big shots of Chongli Mountain was a breeze, let alone this Mo Bai Ze, whose lineage was unknown but seemed less intimidating than the Tianpeng Mountain Pig to Wu Hen.

Wu Hen had braved the Rain Disaster and had learned most of the capabilities of the Rain Disaster Totem, which were just a handful.

After Wu Hen blasted the Rain Disaster Totem away with Cangxia Fist, it began to emit a long wail, gathering all the black rain clouds together to form a typhoon of over twenty levels, which then furiously struck him.

Silver Dome City, being a coastal city, had once had the technology before falling into the otherworldly dimension even capable of withstanding a category 16 typhoon. Now, as a Seventh-Rank Dust Life, Wu Hen could withstand even amplified, disastrous wind and rain using his own body!

After directly enduring this attack comparable to a black typhoon, Wu Hen approached the Rain Disaster Totem, grabbed its long horn, and, like a brave Ancient Barbarian God, gave the Rain Disaster Totem a fierce body slam!

Having fiercely thrown down the Disaster Rain Totem, Wu Hen mounted it, and his fist, large as a sandbag, whipped up a flurry of punches as powerful as a typhoon, brutally striking the Rain Disaster Totem's head.

The Rain Disaster Totem, likely having encountered many Cultivators skilled in Holy Skills, rarely faced someone employing the Barbaric Ancient Fighting Skill, and was quickly rendered senseless, emitting pitiful bleats like a sheep.

This Totem was too weak.

Although the Totems that appeared here surely surpassed the Golden Dawn Totems outside, they were somewhat embarrassing for Wu Hen at his current level.

The subdued Rain Disaster Totem had already transformed into a Heroic Soul, ready to merge into Wu Hen's Body Soul to become his Totem Soul Casting.

However, it was not Wu Hen's Holy Soul that greeted it, but a dark, looming dragon that opened its bloodthirsty maw and swallowed the Rain Disaster Totem's Heroic Soul whole, like a dragon on an island swallowing a black mountain goat!

The Rain Disaster Totem hadn't realized what happened, and by the time it thought to resist, it was already inside Little Yi's stomach walls, being rapidly digested.

"Burp~"

Little Yi let out a satisfied burp and returned into Wu Hen's body.

"Let's wander around a bit more; the quality of the Totem Heroic Souls here is pretty high. Let's see if we can catch that Chaos Wind Princess; that creature has delicate and tender skin, likely tastier."

"That Thunder Qilin is for my Soul Casting."

"By the way, we need to think of a way to lure that creature to the basin we saw earlier. Otherwise, with its Meteor Thunder Group, I can't withstand it alone, but it feels wasteful for you to intervene, as it isn't meant to recharge you, and the energy you use in one go is immense, not knowing how many of these Extreme Disaster Totems here we'd have to consume to make up for it, certainly more than one Ancient Qilin, right?"

Little Yi nodded, indicating they would need a group like those Ancient Qilins at the gateway.

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Outside the Sky Heart, Black Ice grew wildly like the primitive giant forest piercing through the bitterly cold high skies.

A group clad in various robes arrived here and became visibly terrified upon seeing a group of Qilins.

Totems from War Song Mountain were mostly solitary, and even if they had Servant Beasts, they tended to nest in nearby mountain ranges like soldiers, seldom seen grouping together, especially not all Qilins!

Any Totem from the Qilin Clan was superior to the Golden Dawn Totems!

This group was indeed the members of the War Song Alliance, led by Yin Zhiyu, who held significant stature among them. Unlike the others from the Holy Sect showing fear, his face was filled with excitement!

Finally, after so much painstaking effort in nurturing the War Song Alliance for so long, they had discovered the Sky Temple.

Yin Zhiyu returned here after a member of the War Song Alliance who had gotten lost mentioned encountering a few Qilins here. Following this clue, Yin Zhiyu led a group of experts here, only to find not just a few Qilins but an entire clan of them!

"Make the mark, and we'll head back to the camp now," directed Yin Zhiyu.

"You're not planning to cast your own soul first, Brother Yin?" asked one of the young members.

Yin Zhiyu's expression sharpened, and with a hint of anger, he said, "Our success today depends entirely on Leng Shu. He has searched here tirelessly for so long and sacrificed so much for us, his brothers in arms, all in hopes that we could relay this crucial information at this moment. How could we be so ungrateful now?"

"Brother Yin is right; we were momentarily blinded by greed and selfish desires."

"Hmph, even if you had the audacity, you likely lack the strength. Any of these Qilins could easily tear you apart!" Yin Zhiyu stated.

The group, without alerting the Qilins, swiftly made their marks and descended the mountain.

After some time, Yin Zhiyu and his team finally returned to their new high mountain camp.

Their high mountain camp had now moved to a location between the second tier of Yunwu Mountain and Black Ice Sky, which signified an elevation in their ambitions. The white and blue Totems were no longer of interest to their organization.

Yin Zhiyu didn't hold anything back and shared everything he had seen and heard with Leng Shu.

In front of the fire tower, the entire War Song Alliance had gathered, unusually complete, with a count exceeding three hundred individuals. Each one of them had fought their way from different parts of the Holy Sect to converge at Tongtian City as top experts. Any of these individuals, if placed outside, would be revered as a Holy Venerable!

"Thank you, Junior Brother Yin, for such crucial intelligence. I have been lying low here for God knows how long, thinking it was unlikely to ever forge the supreme Holy Soul. But fortune has smiled upon me, and most importantly, it's the help of my brothers that rekindles my hope... And now, I shall depart for the most mysterious Holy Hall in our War Song Mountain," Leng Shu stood up and bowed in gratitude to everyone.

"Brother Leng, are you planning to go there alone? You do realize the protectors there are a group of Qilins. How can you be at peace forging the soul without someone to guard you?" Yin Zhiyu asked.

"Indeed, Brother Leng, are you suggesting that we are too weak to assist and would only hold you back?"

Leng Shu shook his head repeatedly, "I am only worried about everyone's safety. After all, that place is rife with danger, and some of you might lose your lives."

"Brother Leng is being too modest. We've always advanced or retreated together, sharing honors and disgraces as an alliance. We've witnessed many disheartened brothers successfully forge their souls. Brother Leng Shu has helped us so much; now it's our turn to repay you. We, the entire War Song Alliance, will accompany you inside. We'll clear the path and guard you. How could we possibly fail to see Brother Leng Shu ascend to the Dragon Gate?"

"Yes, perhaps some of us might also have the chance to forge a Rare Totem Soul. Even if we aren't capable, it's still good to broaden our horizons!"

"With so many of us, considering our current strength as an alliance, there's nowhere we dare not tread. Even throughout the Cloud Holy Country, we are a formidable force!"

"Right, we'll still need to rely on Brother Leng Shu in our future cultivation. Brother Leng Shu's talent, abilities, and strength are in no way inferior to that of Qilin Girl. By helping Brother Leng Shu now, we're also helping ourselves, hoping that we, too, will have a place within the Holy State!"

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The crowd's spirits were high, as if they were supporting a new sovereign.

Seeing everyone's undying enthusiasm, Leng Shu nodded and said, "Alright, I, Leng Shu, will forever remember today's actions. If one day I truly ascend to become a Holy God of the skies, I will never forget your brave assistance today!"

"Let's gather everyone and set out together!"

"Depart!"

The War Song Alliance had been growing over the past few months, with even members from prominent familial clans unconsciously joining. Many had successfully graduated, and they had agreed to stick to their oath after leaving War Song Mountain—to help each other and rise together within the Holy Sect.

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Inside the Sky Heart of the Extreme Disaster world, Wu Hen finally encountered thunderous weather again.

This time, he tried to confront the Ancient Qilin head-on, using tremendous effort to tear off a piece of its scales, enraging it.

After successfully provoking the Ancient Qilin, Wu Hen still ran towards that basin.

The Ancient Qilin had many tricks up its sleeve. If Little Yi didn't intervene, relying solely on his own strength, Wu Hen had to resort to this tactic.

The Qilin had been utterly aggravated. Its usage of thunderous Divine Skills became outrageous, akin to apocalyptic thunder meteors shattering countless land plates. As Wu Hen dashed, his feet no longer touched solid ground; he had to traverse through broken rock layers, moving like he was navigating through a rolling asteroid belt.

Finally, he reached that mysterious basin again.

Before diving in, Wu Hen, still holding the Demon Sword Concubine, cut off one of the thunderous horns of the Ancient Qilin. The beast went completely insane, transforming into the Thunder Emperor Qilin, lunging at Wu Hen.

Excitement shone on Wu Hen's face.

After expending so much effort and depleting all his Divine Skills, he finally made it lose control!

What followed was close combat. Relying on the Barbaric Ancient Fighting Skills he had cultivated these days, Wu Hen was confident in overcoming this Ancient Qilin...

"Sssss~~~"

Suddenly, the frenzied Ancient Qilin let out a cry!

Its charge towards the basin abruptly stopped. Its eyes, red as a bull's, seemed to see something akin to a dragon-tiger's lair at the depths of the basin, and it shockingly regained its composure.

The Ancient Qilin stopped, like a wild deer almost slipping off a cliff and immediately returned to its senses after a gust of cold wind, turning its head to flee!

The Qilin ran again!!

Wu Hen was stunned, not understanding why the Ancient Qilin, in its unreasoning state, would suddenly come to its senses.

That wasn't right; it had gone completely berserk, turned into a mad bull...

Could it be that he misunderstood?

It wasn't that the Ancient Qilin avoided this basin that shielded its thunder due to high intelligence; rather, was there something residing in this mysterious basin that instilled extreme fear in the depths of its bones?