171: Chapter 171 Time Change

"You... altered my Legacy?"

To this, Wu Li gave a faint smile.

"Something that already failed a thousand years ago, shouldn't it be changed?"

Once these words were spoken, there was a noticeable pause on the other side for a long while.

Afterwards...

"Hahaha... This seat has waited for so many years... I suppose, it was not in vain after all..."

"Very well... You walk your path... My path... ends here..."

The voice was intermittent, like a candle in the wind. Finally, the ball of light completely dispersed, turning into countless grey-white specks of light that vanished into the mist.

That voice never sounded again.

Wu Li stood in place, the Blood Fiend Primal Wheel behind him rotating slowly, the Evil Qi circulating around his body.

He lowered his head to look at the corpse of the fierce bird on the ground, then looked up at the grey, hazy sky, his mouth slowly curling into a grin.

"Blood Fiend Domain."

The Primal Wheel suddenly shuddered, and the grey-red Evil Qi erupted like a volcanic explosion.

The entire arena trembled, the stone slabs were shattered by the Evil Qi, and the scent of blood in the air was so thick it almost solidified.

Wu Li stood in the center of the Evil Qi, his blood-red pupils filled with coldness, the aura throughout his body more than twice as strong as before.

His claws opened slightly, Evil Qi circulating at the tips. His wings spread slightly, a faint grey-red glow covering the feathers.

"Good stuff."

Wu Li moved his mind, the Primal Wheel reversed, and the Evil Qi retreated into his body like a tide, the arena returning to silence.

He put away the fire halberd, the mist automatically parting before him, revealing a path leading to the outside world.

"Hum~"

After the world spun around, Wu Li exited the Secret Realm.

But the moment he stepped out, Wu Li's pupils shrank violently.

The Black Water River was still there, but the water was gone. It looked as if it had been evaporated by something.

A faint burnt smell lingered in the air, mixed with the scent of blood.

Wu Li stood up, his blood-red pupils scanning the surroundings.

The ground was covered with pockmarks, blade marks, claw marks, and scorch marks left by spell bombardments.

All over the mountains and plains. From the riverbed to the hillside, from the hillside to the dense forest in the distance, everywhere were traces of battle.

"What happened?"

Wu Li spread his wings and flew into the high sky, opening his Blood Pupil, the scarlet light scanning the land below.

Centered on the banks of the Black Water River, dozens of miles around had been completely smashed.

Even that workshop built on the cliff looked as if someone had slashed it right down the middle.

From the foot of the mountain to the summit, a massive fissure ran through the entire workshop, and more than half of the buildings on both sides had collapsed.

The middle section of the workshop, the area where Xiao Yi had previously been blocked by Chan Yan, was now razed to the ground.

There was a huge deep pit on the ground, dozens of zhang in diameter, the pit walls charred black, the stones at the edges melted by high heat and then solidified, forming a layer of glass-like substance.

Wu Li hovered in mid-air, his blood-red pupils staring at that deep pit, looking at the entire shattered Feiliu Workshop, staring at the ruined wilderness below.

After a long while...

Unable to figure out the situation, Wu Li folded his wings and landed on the stone path at the foot of Feiliu Workshop.

Most of the stone slabs were broken, creaking when stepped on.

There were no people on the street, no demons, not even any corpses.

Wu Li was staring blankly at the rubble all over the ground when he suddenly felt a cold, chilling aura coming from behind him.

Wu Li turned around, his blood-red pupils slightly contracting.

In the shadows of the ruins in the distance, a ball of grey-white mist was churning, and a small silhouette could be vaguely seen in the mist, peeking over here stealthily.

That thing thought it was hiding well, but that Ghost Qi was no different from holding a torch in front of a Tier 3 Great Demon.

Wu Li raised his hand, Demon Power surged from his palm, turning into an invisible giant hand that reached directly into that ball of mist.

"Come here!!"

"Ouch."

With a shrill scream, a white-skinned little ghost was snatched out by the Demon Power, somersaulting in mid-air before falling to the ground, rolling twice, and sprawling flat on its back.

The thing was deathly pale, wearing a tattered grey short jacket, its two legs like dry firewood sticks bare.

Wu Li had not retracted his Demon Power; the invisible giant hand gripped the little ghost's neck, dangling it in mid-air.

The little ghost kicked its legs and flailed its arms, its mouth opening and closing to emit "squeak squeak" screams, like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on.

"Squeak! Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me! I'm just passing by! I didn't see anything! I don't know anything!"

Wu Li frowned, a flash of scarlet passing through the Blood Pupil on his forehead, and a burst of Evil Qi exploded from his body, like a large stone thrown into water, the resulting shockwave causing the surrounding rubble to clatter loudly.

The Evil Qi was not heavy, but it was enough to scare a white-skinned little ghost into wetting its pants.

"Shut up."

The little ghost's screaming stopped abruptly. Its mouth was still open, but it didn't dare utter a single word, its whole body trembling like chaff.

Wu Li dangled the little ghost in front of him, his blood-red pupils staring at its bulging eyeballs.

"I ask you, what happened here?"

The little ghost's lips trembled, and a "clucking" sound came from its throat. It wanted to speak, but its tongue seemed knotted. Wu Li frowned again, and the little ghost shuddered in terror, its tongue finally straightening out.

"It's, it's the people from the Xiao Family of Shanhe County!"

The little ghost's voice was shrill and trembling, every word seemingly squeezed out from between its teeth.

"Three years ago, the Toad Demon of Feiliu Workshop captured the Young Lord of the Xiao Family, saying he wanted thirty thousand flesh and blood to trade for him. The Xiao Family didn't send it, and the Toad Demon killed him in a fit of rage!"

Wu Li's pupils moved slightly. Xiao Yi died?

The little ghost continued, its speed increasing, as if afraid it wouldn't have a chance to speak if it was too slow.

"After the Xiao Family found out, they went crazy and sent six Golden Core Cultivators to kill their way to Feiliu Workshop to demand the person."

"The Toad Demon refused to admit it, and both sides started fighting directly."

"But that Toad Demon's combat power was very strong, and the Xiao Family's Golden Core could not do anything to him, until..."

"On the Xiao Family's side, there was a Grand Elder at the Peak of Golden Core who actually broke through within the Family, reaching Nascent Soul!"

"The first thing that person did after breaking through was to fly to Feiliu Workshop and slap it down with one palm, and the entire workshop was gone!"

Wu Li's blood-red pupils shrank violently. Nascent Soul.

Wu Li was silent for a few breaths, his gaze falling back onto the white-skinned little ghost.

"What about the Workshop Master, Master Mo Yuan?"

The little ghost's legs were still shaking, its voice trembling.

"I, I think he's, he's dead."

"He was hit by that palm from the Xiao Family's Nascent Soul, which covered the entire Feiliu Workshop..."

"I'm just a wandering ghost, usually hiding in the gutters looking for a meal. I'm not in cahoots with them, it really has nothing to do with me!"

Hearing this, Wu Li released his Demon Power. The little ghost fell from mid-air, landing on its butt, grimacing in pain but not daring to make a sound. It clutched its mouth, huddling in the rubble, its bulging eyeballs secretly peeking at Wu Li, terrified that this big shot might refine it if he got unhappy.

Wu Li turned around, his blood-red pupils sweeping over the ruins.

"Get lost."

The little ghost felt as if it had been granted amnesty, scrambling and crawling into the shadows of the ruins, where a swirl of grey-white mist vanished without a trace.