Chapter 253 He Was Born a God

She didn't want to say, and Qi Yangui didn't ask any further. After accompanying her for a while, he returned to the Hang family.

On the second day, the group boarded Lingchui and Zhuque's backs and prepared to fly over the Jihuo Mountains.

When they reached the center of the mountain range, Qing Xiao sent a message to Song Ningshu, "Aning, stop now and go to Longtan."

Upon hearing this, Song Ningshu let Ling Chui, who was sitting under him, dive down.

The first level of self-examination was easy to pass, and the group passed it without any difficulty. Then they spent half a month to complete the levels set by Qingxiao.

Bai Yao held a huge demon pill in his arms, his eyes sparkling, "What a huge demon pill."

Song Ningshu patted his head and said, "Refine it in three times. Uncle Qing said this is the demon core of a black dragon, and its strength is at the early ninth level."

"Okay." Bai Yao nodded.

After everyone got what suited them, the group set off again.

Five days later, the group crossed the Jihuo Mountains and landed outside a ruined city. The land was barren and no grass grew.

This is the very edge of the Zhongbei War Ruins. For some unknown reason, flying is prohibited here and spiritual power is blocked.

"What are we doing here? It's nothing special here. Oh, not really, it's nothing special. I feel like the flow of spiritual energy is a bit sluggish." Wen Xu asked.

Hang Xingfan, a native of Beizhou, said, "This was originally a blessed land with abundant spiritual energy. Since the great war a hundred thousand years ago, the spiritual energy has gradually dried up."

"A thousand years ago, the spiritual energy here completely disappeared, and the Shen family of Beizhou, who was in charge of this place, designated it as the territory of the mortal kingdom."

"Power in this world shifts, dynasties are established, grow, prosper, fall, and are reborn. For thousands of years, battles have been fought here, and countless soldiers have fallen here."

"This is the border between Chang and Shen. Both countries wanted to annex the other, and they have been at war for decades."

"About thirty years ago, the Chang and Shen kingdoms fought their last war. That war was bloody, and where the smoke of war had settled, countless corpses lay."

"The Shen family noticed that wars were too frequent in this land, so they came here to investigate and concluded that this land was affected by a war spirit from a hundred thousand years ago."

"So, the Shen family, who never interfered with the succession of secular political power, intervened in the war between the two countries and forced Changguo and Shenguo to leave this land."

It is an agreement in the world of immortal cultivation in Jiuzhou not to interfere in the change of power in the mortal world, but Changguo and Shenguo are too special.

“There’s no one here now.”

"After the Chang and Shen states relocated their people, this place was named Zhongbei Zhanxu because it is close to the border of the four tribes and is located in the middle. It is also located in the north of the human race and sits north."

"Although it is determined that this is the remains of a battlefield from a hundred thousand years ago, no one knows which powerful figure led the troops to fight here."

Qi Yangui raised his eyes and looked at the land outside the deserted city. He took Song Ningshu's hand and walked forward. "Let's go. This is the place where my mother fell."

That year, Mo Jinwu passed by and brought Qi Yangui back to Guanchen Peak. Later, the old patriarch of the Shen family, who had not yet died, came with the Shen family and intervened in the war between the two countries. Since then, there has been no one here.

Song Ningshu looked up at him and shook his hand back.

"My mother's name is Qing Xun. She was born in Yunze, at the intersection of the birthplaces of the Thunder God and the Water God. As a result, she possesses the ability to control both thunder and water. She is one of the eleven gods besides the Heavenly Dao."

"The Thunder God and the Water God fought a great battle, and in the end the Thunder God won. My mother was taken away by the Thunder God and became his disciple."

"The conclusion that mutated dual spiritual roots are stronger than a single spiritual root originated from her."

"The ancestors of the four tribes appeared earlier than her, so later generations believed that she was a genius with thunder and water spiritual roots, who cultivated into a god through human cultivation."

"But she was born a god and has no spiritual roots."

"Among the eleven gods, she is one of the two special ones. The five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, the three symbols of wind, thunder and snow, and the different demonic auras all have gods in charge."

"The Nine-Direction God controls the nine elements, the Demon God commands all beasts, and she is in charge of battle and defense, commanding the four clans."

"So, she is the God of Yunze and the God of War of Jiuzhou."

Song Ningshu listened quietly. Although she met Qi Shuo, she did not recall any memories of Qing Xun. All she had were memories of her and Qi Shuo being alone together.

The moment she saw Xing Wu and Qi Shuo, she recalled her memories of being with them, but she did not remember anything about other gods.

It seems that one must see a specific god to recall memories of him.

When she saw Jiuzhou's true face, strangely enough, she only remembered him touching her head, and could not remember any memories of their time together.

Did she and Jiuzhou rarely get along? But the phrase "Jiuzhou brother" that came out of her mouth made her feel like she had called him a thousand times.

Perhaps, I have to remember everything and find the place where the god was born.

Looking around, there is desolation and vastness. There is no human habitation, no spiritual energy, and a murderous aura in the air.

The further we go, the more murderous the atmosphere becomes. The wind rushing past us howls miserably and becomes increasingly mournful.

Dust rose, smoke rose in all directions, and in the murderous atmosphere, even the wind was crying.

The wind and sand were all gone, swirling in the air for a long time without settling, and the sky became dark.

Mo Songyun looked up and said, "When we came in, we were in Lingchen. Although we have been walking for half a day, it shouldn't be dark yet."

Jiang Nian, who rarely spoke, said, "Dust and soul."

When Jiang Nian finished speaking, yellow sand began to fall from the sky. The wind stopped and the fine sand was like rain.

The sky is covered with a layer of misty gray, giving people a feeling of depression and heaviness.

Yellow is sand, gray is soul.

Song Ningshu stretched out her hand, but there was no sand on it. A green light flashed in her eyes, and she said, "It's an illusion. The soul is a dead soul, a mortal soul."

Hang Xingfan: "It should be the souls of those two soldiers who died fighting for hundreds of years."

As the yellow sand fell, fog arose, making the already yellow expanse even more unclear.

"It's only three meters within my sight." Gu Qingyue said.

Jiang Sui calmed down and said, "Just now, a violent feeling suddenly arose in my heart, clamoring to kill people."

"This may be the reason why Changguo and Shenguo have abnormally never stopped fighting. Even we are affected, let alone mortals." Jiang Qianliu guessed.

"Hold it down, Senior Brother Jiang Sui. I don't want you to stab me with a sword while walking later." Wen Xu withdrew his gaze from the sky and said.

"I am even more afraid of you because you are usually not in tune with the world." Jiang Sui replied.

"Let's keep going. These are dead souls and they won't attack people." Qi Yangui said.

After walking for another quarter of an hour, the air grew thick and sticky. They saw fragments of armor, broken spears, and shields.

The wind started to blow again. The chariots were rotten and the wind blew through them, making a rotting sound.

The sky turned black, and the wind brought rain down, which was not as fine as sand, but as big as beans.

Song Ningshu held up a spiritual shield, "The rain is real."

Everyone used their spiritual power to block the rain.

The rain fell on the shield, making a "sizzling" sound, which was obviously corrosive.

The wind suddenly became fierce, and groups of soul-like things emerged from the ground, groaning and scratching at their spiritual shields with their claws.