Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 450 - 405: Reencountering the War Song Alliance

Wu Hen couldn't help but glance backward.

Without awareness, the sight of pitch-blackness would only seem like a wall, murky and indistinct.

But once something was realized, the protective veil of ignorance shattered, and all nerves tensed instantly, turning a gaze upon the basin's darkness to behold a bottomless abyss where one had just been leaping at the brink!

That chill, instantly freezing his world into an ice field, made Wu Hen's legs feel as though they could not move.

He tried to fight back with his spirit, only to find himself sinking deeper, completely dominated by an unknown fear, unable to move a muscle.

Breathing became difficult; sweat poured from his skin like rain.

He did everything he could to withdraw his gaze, then began to employ the hypnosis technique he was once most adept at using.

I see nothing, I know nothing, I understand nothing.

I am but a joyfully ignorant plankton, accidentally flying past the Cangqiong Azure Dragon, mistaking it for a beautiful green mountain...

Sometimes the hypnosis technique actually worked.

After convincing all his nerves there was nothing in the mysterious basin, his body finally began to move.

He took steps, heading out of the basin.

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The moment Wu Hen stepped out of the mysterious basin, he collapsed onto the ground. His trousers soaked with cold sweat, when had he ever been as frightened as Cha Cha, who had just entered the otherworldly realm!

"Little Yi, what was that??"

Wu Hen quickly hugged the thick sword tail of his adoptive father, asking cautious and careful.

Little Yi indicated that it didn't know either, but it was surely a life form of an extremely high order, a Totem from the era of the Ancient Gods.

Perhaps because he'd skirted death so often, a thought suddenly crossed Wu Hen's mind: if he could use that mysterious terrifying Totem for Soul Casting, wouldn't he be able to strut around the whole Cang Chu Divine Realm??

But with that single small thought, it was like the creatures within the mysterious basin could detect it; in an instant, the basin became a devouring force, expanding and swelling into a black hole in the empty sky, threatening to swallow all matter and thought!

"I was wrong!!"

Wu Hen turned tail and sprinted, not daring to entertain that notion any longer.

He ran with blistering speed; the Ancient Qilin, who had fled the dangerous land before him, looked back to find this arrogantly extreme human nearly overtaking it.

The mysterious basin behind them, seeming to disdain further dealings with such lowly life forms, did not pursue them relentlessly.

Once they reached a relatively safe area, Wu Hen and the Ancient Qilin looked at each other…

The Ancient Qilin gave Wu Hen a contemptuous glare, as if looking at an imbecile, and snorted loudly.

Angry and provoked, Wu Hen summoned the Ominous Bronze Spear, ready to finish the unsettled battle with the Ancient Qilin.

"Hmph, become my Soul Casting partner obediently, Qilin dog!"

Wu Hen charged forward, with the Ominous Bronze Spear stirring up a raging black river.

The Ancient Qilin, wounded and frightened, was unwilling to entangle with Wu Hen any longer, transforming into a lightning orb as it sped away toward the distant land.

Wu Hen was about to give chase, but his calf muscles weakened, slowing him just enough for the Ancient Qilin to gain a hundred miles' distance.

It seemed the side effects of hypnotizing himself were showing; his calf muscles just now realized that they had escaped from Ghost Gate, staying firm in the face of survival, now, relaxing, they began to quiver intensely.

"You can't escape!"

Wu Hen had mastered the Ancient Qilin's Heavenly Escape Technique, he just needed to follow the trail of lightning arc lingering in the air to find the Ancient Qilin.

"You chase after it first, I'll be there in a moment!" Wu Hen threw his Ominous Bronze Spear into the air.

The Ominous Bronze Spear, wrapped by the surging murky water, transformed into a Muddy Water Green Flood Dragon, hugging the earth's rock layers as it chased down the Ancient Qilin.

Wu Hen quickly performed Breathing Control on the spot, to restore his body's Essence Qi. There would be a tough fight ahead, and he couldn't rush things; as long as he didn't lose track, it would be fine.

...

On the scorched soil, robust as a river, lightning snaked across the ground surface, and as the Ancient Qilin flew there, all those fine Electric Creeks and Rivers converged, creating a dense Thunder River across the barren land!

The Ancient Qilin stopped and began to draw in the surrounding Spiritual Energy.

It, too, was regaining its breath, but hadn't been long before it saw a flash of green light upon the ground behind it, a dragon-like pursuit, which enraged the Ancient Qilin. Opening its mouth, it hurled a destructive lightning curtain at the Ominous Bronze Spear!

The Ominous Bronze Spear dared not approach and could only watch from a distance.

The Ancient Qilin took strides once more, galloping across the terrain of Thunder River, the regions it chased through even formed into magnificent, rising Thunder Mounds.

Suddenly, the Ancient Qilin spotted a human figure ahead.

It immediately halted its steps, anger and confusion in its heart. It couldn't understand how this clingy human managed to catch up to it and even get ahead.

But when the Qilin got a clearer look at the person ahead, it realized the situation wasn't quite right.

It was not the same human.

Moreover, this human was followed by an impressive procession of people, seemingly like the high-ranking experts from an entire Cultivation Sect pioneering new lands, displaying various Divine Skills as they flew and escaped through the earth.

"Ancient Thunder Qilin!!!"

The leader's eyes became unbearably fervent as he gazed excitedly at the Ancient Qilin, exclaiming by name this Ancient Qilin's title!

Thunder God Qilin!

The Red Crown Totem atop the Golden Dawn Totem!

Wasn't this the perfect Soul Casting Totem that he had been desperately seeking?

Leng Shu stood there, his gaze unable to leave the body of the Thunder God Qilin, with just one look, he had already planned where to bury his Golden Bones in the Holy Mausoleum after his death. Only those who attained the highest rank within the Totem Sacred Sect could be buried there after death, rumored to have a chance at soul rebirth after ten thousand years!

"Thunder God Totem, within the entire Sect, belongs to a Supreme Holy Soul, Elder Brother Leng Shu, the heavens must have been touched by your sincerity, letting you encounter this Thunder God Qilin here!" Yin Zhiyu immediately said.

Together, the entire War Song Alliance had stepped into this Sky Heart, faced severe natural calamities, many were barely holding on, yet fortune favors the bold, they still managed to encounter a once-in-an-era Supreme Totem, truly a blessing from the skies!

Those more than three hundred members of the Holy Sect also widened their eyes, staring at the Thunder God Totem with awe.

Compared with other Totems outside, this Thunder God Totem was far too majestic and powerful, if the Golden Dawn and Purple Core Totems of the Second Layer Mountain were Generals, then this Thunder God Totem was a true Emperor, excessively domineering!

"Formation!! Set up the formation for Elder Brother Leng Shu, at all costs, we must aid our Elder Brother in casting this Thunder God Holy Soul!" Yin Zhiyu shouted loudly.

Everyone's emotions surged, for many, the existence of the Thunder God Qilin was beyond their wildest dreams, witnessing such an extraordinary Holy Beast, they felt as if they could have a share of this fortune.

"Strange, this Thunder God Qilin has a number of wounds on its body, as if it just went through a fierce battle recently." At this moment, Cai Yanbin from the Lishan Sect spoke.

"That's even better, with Elder Brother Leng Shu's strength, challenging this Thunder God Qilin shouldn't be difficult, now that the Qilin is injured, the success rate for Soul Casting is even higher, let's all work together, for Elder Brother Leng Shu's Soul Casting, we shall all witness the rise of a new Saint Luo in our Holy State!" Yin Zhiyu boosted everyone's morale.

Those more than three hundred individuals, each one of them extremely covetous, the Thunder God Qilin was too awe-inspiring, whoever acquired such a Soul Casting would be the pride of the entire Holy State, but they also knew, with their strength, defeating the Thunder God Qilin was impossible, the only one qualified to cast its soul was their Elder Brother Leng Shu.

"Today's heroic act, I, Leng Shu, will never forget, whether the Soul Casting is successful or not, I will give each of you a volume of the sacred Magic Formulas!" Leng Shu also quickly said.

Magic Formulas within the Sect were consumables, especially the powerful ones, very significant in battle among peers, thus, in the Sect, Magic Formulas were a hard currency, they could be sold or traded for something of equivalent value, and were excellent gifts for networking.

More than three hundred people, each was given a volume.

This display of generosity showed just how deep Leng Shu's resources were.

But compared to casting the Thunder God Holy Soul, this act of dispersing wealth was but a trivial show.

...

The more than three hundred individuals simultaneously displayed their different effective Holy Walls, some standing like mountains, turning the approach to the Ancient Qilin into a golden mountain barrier, impassable; others created walls of continuous cliffs that, once stacked together by their Magic Formulas, became a giant barrier of earth, difficult to shatter; the weaker Holy Walls joined to form a winding wall of Holy Breath, winding and meandering through space, creating a complex barrier maze.

Such a display of Magic Formulas from so many skilled individuals from the Sect was indeed spectacular, like rising golden temples and Divine Mountains on this vast land.

At the same time, Wu Hen arrived here, leading the way with the Ominous Bronze Spear. Before he could react, he was enveloped by the magnificent golden walls and Holy Barriers created by his sect mates, causing Wu Hen to frown.

What terrible luck.

To run into this group from the War Song Alliance, and they had come out in full force.

"How is it you??" Leng Shu, from across the dazzling light barrier, instantly recognized Wu Hen approaching from a different direction.

"I'm also surprised. I've been chasing this Ancient Qilin, about to use it for Soul Casting, and I ran into all you brothers... Ah, truly, the heroes of the War Song Alliance, sparing no effort with so much Holy Breath to block its path for me, thank you, thank you, Elder Brother Leng Shu, you are indeed a kind man, I respect you, and I definitely won't forget everyone after I succeed in Soul Casting." Wu Hen smiled and gave a polite bow.

Leng Shu's expression barely changed as he slightly furrowed his brows.

He didn't speak immediately but glanced at the wounds on the body of the Ancient Qilin, then at Wu Hen holding the Ominous Bronze Spear.

"Is it you who've been chasing this Thunder God Qilin, you who injured it?" Cai Yanbin from Lishan Sect asked, somewhat astonished.

The moment these words came out, Leng Shu pursed his lips in displeasure.

"If not me, then who? In this vast place I'm the only living person, if I didn't injure it, did the Ancient Qilin scratch itself? I've clashed with it multiple times, look, it recognizes me." Wu Hen pointed towards the Ancient Qilin.

Indeed, the Ancient Qilin gave Wu Hen a disgusted snort, essentially meaning—get lost!