"Next, I will control Wanlilong City, change its defensive structure, and open several spatial rifts to allow the strange creatures to enter Xia Kingdom," Fang Xiu said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Yang Ming and several other low-IQ spirit masters were shocked, while the others seemed thoughtful.
"Brother Hugh, what are you doing? We finally managed to seal the spatial rift, why are you opening it again?"
"Captain, do you mean to send a small number of strange creatures into Xia Kingdom to ensure that Xia Kingdom can continuously produce Spirit Masters?"
Just as there are fools, there are also clever people who understood Fang Xiu's intentions.
Fang Xiu nodded: "That's right. Xia Kingdom needs a sense of crisis, and Spirit Masters need the supernatural. Wanli Dragon City can be controlled by the Imperial Seal. After I leave, you can release the supernatural into Xia Kingdom as appropriate. On the one hand, it will reduce the pressure on Wanli Dragon City, and on the other hand, it will be a training ground for troops. A hundred years is a long time. If Xia Kingdom can rest easy for a hundred years, then it will be in danger after that."
"Yes, Captain."
Fang Xiu then gave a few more instructions and prepared to leave.
He slowly stood up and looked at everyone. Everyone also stood up. Some looked reluctant, some looked downcast, and some forced a smile.
He took in everyone's expressions and finally said calmly, "No need to worry. All good things must come to an end. A hundred years from now, I will return as a god, because... I have already seen the future."
The familiar words and the inexplicable sense of peace made everyone feel slightly dazed. They recalled the days under Fang Xiu's leadership, and the scenes of the prophet guiding the Xia Kingdom time and time again, and saving the people from suffering.
In a daze, Fang Xiu's figure disappeared from the spot. He left quietly, as if he had never existed, but in the entire Xia Kingdom, and even in the hearts of everyone, there is a strong mark left by him.
The name of the prophet Fang Xiu will not be forgotten for the next ten thousand years.
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The border of Xia Kingdom.
Fang Xiu stood alone before the golden light shield that Wanlilong City had conjured. Before him was a swirling gray mist, from which eerie roars echoed and shadowy figures moved about. Behind him lay the bustling Xia Kingdom, a place teeming with human life. The golden light shield acted as a dividing line, splitting the world into two sides: light and darkness.
He resolutely walked through the golden light barrier and stepped into the darkness without looking back.
Gradually, his figure disappeared into the gray mist, vanishing completely.
The legend of the prophet ended in the Xia Kingdom, but the legend will continue, just as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, as it sets in one place and rises in another.
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One year later.
Fang Xiu had been walking in the gray fog for a year, or more accurately, he had been walking on the other side for a year.
He had no direction or destination; he simply kept moving forward.
Along the way, he had seen too many bizarre and strange things, and had also trampled many eerie nests. He had encountered danger countless times and escaped danger countless times, as if nothing in the world could stop him.
On this day, he stood before a dark mountain range. The mountain range soared into the clouds, as black as ink, like a huge shadow rising from the ground. Blood-red vines covered it, winding and twisting like blood vessels, and there were also hundreds of millions of ancient trees that looked like they had been copied and pasted.
Does the Kingdom of God really exist?
“My lord, it certainly exists. The ancient immortals and gods were so powerful that they couldn’t have all died in the battle of Kunlun Mountain. Therefore, there must be a divine kingdom established by immortals and gods on the other side,” Kunlun Maggot explained.
Fang Xiu nodded. He had spent the past year searching for the divine kingdom. According to the Kunlun maggot, there must be some immortals and gods living on the other side, and they had established a divine kingdom.
If it weren't for the immortals and gods restraining the evil gods on the other side, the mortal world would probably have perished long ago.
The way to save the Xia Kingdom is to become a god and then establish a divine kingdom. Only a divine kingdom established by immortals and gods can stand on the other side and protect humanity.
Fang Xiu wanted to become a god, so the best way was to go to the divine kingdom and learn from the path of the immortals and gods.
Of course, before becoming a god, one must first break through to the sixth rank.
He spent a whole year on the other side, but still couldn't break through to the sixth rank. It was as if there was an invisible barrier that kept him outside the sixth rank, preventing him from making any progress in his strength.
During that year, he hunted and killed over a hundred sixth-tier monsters, devouring them one by one, but his body seemed to have reached a critical point, and he couldn't retain the power he gained from devouring them.
He even hunted down a seventh-tier monster, but it was still useless.
That battle lasted three days and three nights, consuming a large amount of faith power, plus several deaths and rewinds, before it was barely enough to kill that seventh-tier monster.
According to Kunlun Maggot, this seventh-tier monster is merely the lowest among the seventh-tier beings.
This gave Fang Xiu a new understanding of the seventh rank. Only the law can deal with the law. If he didn't possess the angelic law and have enough faith power to drive it, he would definitely not be a match for the seventh rank.
As for the major laws other than the Angelic Laws, there's no need to mention them. It's not that they're weak, but given Fang Xiu's current rank, he simply can't unleash their true power.
The angelic decrees are also driven by the power of faith, but after leaving the Xia Kingdom, the power of faith cannot be replenished, and now it is decreasing little by little.
"My lord, there's something strange about this mountain! I sensed a divine aura from it! Perhaps the divine kingdom is nearby," the Kunlun maggot suddenly exclaimed.
Fang Xiu's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the massive mountain range before him. The other side was vast and boundless, and the mountain range here was also enormous, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, with high and low peaks. From a distance, it looked like the exposed back of an ancient ferocious beast lying on the ground.
Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped directly onto the mountain range.
boom!
The mountain range seemed to come alive. Several dense, blood-red runes suddenly lit up on the mountainside beneath Fang Xiu's feet, transforming into a bolt of blood-red lightning that struck him fiercely.
With just one strike, his body collapsed and his spirit dissipated.
The next second, Fang Xiu collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
A wisp of green smoke emerged from Fang Xiu's body; it was the Kunlun Maggot.
The Kunlun maggot looked at the dead Fang Xiu, put its hands on its hips and laughed loudly: "A year! I've finally... finally escaped! Do you know how I've spent this past year?!"
"I've waited a year, and finally my chance has arrived. This mountain is covered in divine restrictions; I refuse to believe I can't kill you, hahaha..."
While the Kunlun maggot was laughing wildly, Fang Xiu was not actually completely dead. After the blood-red lightning shattered his body, it entered his mind and triggered a reaction from several strange gods within his mind. They seemed to hate this power and kept fighting back.
It was precisely because of this that Fang Xiu did not die immediately.
After listening to the Kunlun maggot's words, he slowly died.
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