447: God denied his efforts

Xu Sanyan understood her confusion but offered no explanation, merely withdrawing his gaze indifferently, his heart unwavering.

In a trance, Qin Shutong also understood his resolve, her gaze seemingly penetrating his skin to see the heart that would stop at nothing to achieve its goals.

The festering wound on her arm slowly grew larger, a wisp of bloody Qi drifting towards the sky. Qin Shutong looked around, countless threads of bloody Qi intertwined like crimson ribbons hanging in mid-air, a magnificent sight.

"Heh..."

Qin Shutong forced out a bitter smile. She didn't know why she was smiling, but besides smiling, it seemed there was nothing else she could do.

"Die!!"

Prefect Jiang used his last resort to drag Xu Sanyan down with him. His swollen body suddenly lunged forward, his old face, full of ravines and wrinkles, became plump and smooth, smoothing out the wrinkles and making him look much younger, though his brows and eyes were filled with ferocity.

"Boom~!"

The sky exploded, a sky full of blood mist drifted, and violent Qi currents surged, stirring up the wind and clouds. Prefect Jiang transformed into a cloud of blood mist, obscuring the sky like burning, flowing clouds.

Whoosh—

A The smell of fishy wind, Rolling up countless bloody smoke. Sound was followed by the aftershock of the explosion, the full power of which was unleashed. Rows of houses collapsed one after another, pavilions toppled, and withered trees broke branches. The once tidy Qian Province City instantly turned into a ruin.

People still struggling looked up, a glimmer of hope rising in their hearts.

"Is he dead...?"

"He's dead, right...?"

Qin Shutong also looked up. By now, one of her arms had completely disappeared, leaving only bare bones hanging from her shoulder. Even her smooth, tender face had dark red lines appearing, a premonition of imminent decay.

Li Wuxing's hopeful gaze gradually dimmed. He slowly shook his head and sighed. Although the blood mist had not yet dispersed, he could sense that the person's Qi was still there, and had not fluctuated much, indicating that Prefect Jiang's desperate strike had not caused much trouble for the other party.

The blood mist that Prefect Jiang had turned into slowly dissipated. The red clouds in the sky separated, gradually revealing the figure no one wanted to see, accompanied by a strangely intoned chant:

"Into the demonic sea, the heart unchanged; ten thousand crimson ribbons fall into the urn."

"A thousand trials and tribulations, the will like iron; seeking immortality and the Dao begins and ends."

Qin Shutong felt something and looked intently, meeting Xu Sanyan's gaze.

She knew this poem was for her, like an explanation to her, and also like him declaring his determination to seek the Dao.

Whoosh~

A Fishy Wind blew past. Qin Shutong slowly closed her eyes. The rotting scars bloomed like petals on her cheeks, gradually spreading across her entire body. With a final sigh, Qin Shutong's figure was no longer there, only a pile of withered bones falling to the ground.

Xu Sanyan turned to look at Li Wuxing, stating plainly and resolutely, "No one can stop me, no one!"

With that, the spiritual power around him stirred, and a thread of spiritual power condensed from his palm, drawing countless bloody Qi to merge with it, forming a crimson Dragon head that lunged directly at Li Wuxing.

Li Wuxing had already lost the power to resist, but he did not fear death. Instead, he even had the mood to laugh, "Heh heh, you have committed such a massacre. Gan Country will undoubtedly spare no effort to hunt you down. I'll go ahead and wait for you underground."

"Boom!!"

The Dragon head swallowed Li Wuxing's figure, completely crushing him into dust.

Xu Sanyan narrowed his eyes, not taking his last words to heart. As early as when he decided to set up the Formation, he had already prepared to become an enemy of Gan Country.

If he were afraid of Gan Country's retaliation, he would have stopped long ago.

He looked down at his feet. The once bustling city was now dead silent. At this moment, there were no more wails, only piles of withered bones throughout the city, empty eye sockets of skulls staring at him, as if accusing him of his evil deeds.

Life within the city was extinguished, even the weeds had lost their vitality. Outside the city was even more so; within the scope of the great Formation, there was no longer a single living creature.

Outside the Formation,

Sun Yingtang felt disheartened, already knowing what had happened inside the Formation. The towering bloody Qi was boundless; such a scale could never be formed by one or two people. He feared...

There were no living people left inside.

Suddenly, Sun Yingtang felt something and looked up at the sky. Dark, heavy clouds had drifted in from nowhere, gathering from all directions, obscuring the sun. The sky instantly turned gloomy.

Jiang Family Old Ancestor's brows were tightly furrowed. He felt an inexplicable pressure weighing on his heart, and he said uncertainly, "Could this be... Heavenly Punishment?"

"Heavenly Punishment?"

Jiang Yan heard this term for the first time and looked at his grandfather with an inquiring tone.

Jiang Family Old Ancestor was Jiang Yan's grandfather, Jiang Family Head was Jiang Yan's father, and with Jiang Yu, the four of them were three generations of a family.

Jiang Family Old Ancestor casually explained, "Heavenly Punishment is used to punish Cultivators who disrupt the operation of the Heavenly Dao, a means of the Heavenly Dao's self-examination. I didn't expect this great Formation to actually attract Heavenly Punishment?"

"What kind of Heavenly Punishment is it?"

Jiang Yan was even more confused, saying, "Then why didn't the catastrophe at Luan Yun Mountain earlier attract Heavenly Punishment? Didn't more people die there than here?"

Jiang Family Old Ancestor shook his head and said, "It's different. The calamity at Luan Yun Mountain was closer to a natural disaster, while this place is a man-made disaster. Natural disasters conform to the rules of the Heavenly Dao, but man-made disasters do not."

Jiang Yan nodded thoughtfully, continuing to look up at the sky.

The gloomy, accumulated clouds rolled, seemingly brewing something. The inexplicable pressure grew thicker and thicker. Jiang Family Old Ancestor could only retreat ten miles to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

"Whoosh~"

Suddenly, drops of rain fell rapidly from the accumulated clouds, splattering onto the blood curtain with a crackling sound. The rain was urgent and violent, like a mad musician playing music, only a chaotic sound could be heard.

Jiang Yan's nostrils twitched, and his brows slowly furrowed. He smelled a foul stench, a smell completely different from the freshness of rain.

"Blood rain..."

Jiang Family Old Ancestor murmured.

"Blood rain from the sky, a sign of great ill omen!"

Sun Yingtang's heart was solemn. Even at his age of over a thousand years, it was the first time he had seen blood rain fall from the sky, and he couldn't help but feel somewhat shocked.

What kind of method was this, to provoke the Heavenly Dao so much?

Inside the Formation,

The blood curtain in the sky had long been dyed crimson, with the essence blood of five cities and a million people attached to it. A strong, fishy smell filled his nostrils. Xu Sanyan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, then shed his Dao body, floating naked in mid-air.

"The time has come!"

Xu Sanyan suddenly looked up, his gaze passing through the blood curtain to the outside. Drops of blood rain struck the Formation, seemingly creating shallow pits, but the Formation immediately repaired itself.

This blood rain was corroding his Formation!

The Heavenly Dao denied his efforts and poured a basin of cold water on him.

"Hmph!"

Xu Sanyan snorted, his heart full of indignation.

Why?

Why did the Heavenly Dao want to destroy his Formation?

He had worked so hard and painstakingly to reach this point today, and he would never allow anyone to hinder his steps!

Not even the Heavenly Dao!