186: Chapter 186 The Road Home: An Invasion?

Cangxuan Dao Domain.

The moment these four words fell, it was like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, striking directly into the depths of Su Changge's Sea of Consciousness.

In that instant, his mind was completely blank.

The dim, yellowish firelight inside the bone tent continued to flicker, illuminating the deep wrinkles on the Old Priest's face, as well as the fanatical heat in his eyes.

The air was filled with a scent mixed with herbs and blood, just like before, yet it had become strange and distant.

Time froze at this moment, and all sounds faded away, leaving only those four words echoing repeatedly in his mind, over and over again, like demonic sounds piercing his ears.

Cangxuan Dao Domain.

That was his homeland, where he had lived for over twenty years before his Transmigration.

There stood the majestic Taixu Holy Land, and there was the Holy Lord Mo Wentian, who held inexplicable expectations for him. There was Lin Gujian, who spent his days bitterly cultivating the Dao of the sword and viewed him as the goal to pursue for his entire life.

There, on the vast Eastern Wasteland, were countless living beings struggling and striving for survival and cultivation.

The mountains and rivers there, the rising and setting of the sun and moon, every blade of grass and tree there, had once been the most real existence in his life.

And now, his road home was to turn into a journey of leading this group of otherworldly beings, who looked like demons, to invade, to devour, and to destroy his own homeland?

A chill quietly rose from the base of his spine, like a cold, slender snake, instantly slithering over his entire body and seeping into it.

He could clearly feel a subtle stiffness appearing in the muscles on his face. That face, which had always been maintained to be seamless and unfathomable, showed an imperceptible crack for the first time.

He could even hear his own heartbeat.

That heartbeat was not as steady and powerful as usual, but carried an abnormal urgency and disorder, pounding violently in his chest, as if it were about to burst out.

However, the Old Priest, who was already completely immersed in the fantasy of his grand blueprint, did not notice this extremely subtle abnormality in Su Changge.

Or rather, he automatically interpreted this subtle reaction as something else.

"King..." The Old Priest's voice carried an uncontrollable tremor, a tremor of extreme excitement, "You also felt it, right?"

He leaned forward slightly, his cloudy yet burning eyes staring fixedly at Su Changge, wanting to read something from his face.

"You felt the 'deliciousness' of that world, right? That Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi so dense it cannot be dispersed, that powerful and intoxicating creature Bloodline... they will all become the steps for you to re-ascend the divine throne, and become endless resources for our clan's evolution!"

His eyes were filled with a light interwoven with longing and greed. He had already seen the grand scene of the Blood Moon flag planted across the mountains and rivers of the Cangxuan Dao Domain, and the future where his clansmen would devour and evolve wantonly on that "lush" land.

These words, every single one, were like poisonous, fine needles, pricking at Su Changge's heart one by one.

His fingertips tightened slightly within his sleeves.

Cannot panic. Absolutely cannot panic.

Su Changge warned himself over and over again in his heart.

At this moment, he was the "King", the only hope of this tribe, the divine son in the prophecy who bore the fate of the entire Bloodline Clan.

Any panic, any outward display of emotion that did not fit the identity of the "King", could lead him to eternal damnation.

He must be calm. He must be calmer than at any other time.

Anger, fear, absurdity, despair... these surging emotions were of no use at this moment. They would only make him lose his reason, only expose his identity, and only lead to his death without a burial place.

The only thing he could do now was to accept this reality, which was cruel and absurd to the extreme, and then find a way to survive within this reality.

Not just for himself. But even more for the Cangxuan Dao Domain. For that homeland that raised him, for those living beings, for those faces he used to be familiar with.

Su Changge's thoughts raced in a flash of lightning.

He thought of the System. That System which claimed it could let him "act cool like the wind".

However, besides the flashy and impractical special effects, what could that System give him? One Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate?

That was just a light and shadow effect, it could not even split a rock, let alone stop the crazy plan of a race, let alone change this impending catastrophe.

His only reliance now was himself. Only his identity as the "King". Only every piece of key information he could extract from the Old Priest.

Information. He needed more information.

Information about this "corrosion channel", information about the conditions required to open the channel, information about the progress of this plan... only by mastering enough information could he possibly find the key to breaking the situation, and possibly stop this disaster.

Su Changge slowly lifted his eyelids. Those eyes became deep as an abyss once again; the momentary distraction just now was just him wandering off in his thoughts, pondering some profound and unfathomable matter.

He looked at the fanatical Old Priest before him without speaking. More words lead to more mistakes.

He had become accustomed to using silence to maintain his unfathomable image, and accustomed to using mental fluctuations to replace language, conveying the most concise and least error-prone information.

A calm mental fluctuation rippled out from his Sea of Consciousness and was transmitted into the Old Priest's consciousness.

"Open the channel." "How long will it take?"

This mental fluctuation had no emotional ups and downs, no urgency, no excitement, nor anything else superfluous. It was as calm as the water in an ancient well, bottomless, yet without ripples.

However, it was precisely such a calm fluctuation that made the Old Priest tremble with excitement.

The King was indeed already impatient! The King was indeed full of longing for that world!

This was the only thought in the Old Priest's heart at this moment.

He hurriedly bowed, and with the most respectful and devout tone, replied: "Reporting to my King..."

His voice carried an unconcealable excitement and pride. "This time, it will be even faster than you imagine!"