This is the third resolution. The strength assessment meeting that concluded at the last meeting was not held, but the number of participants has not decreased.
Weishitong responded to the call with ease. This time there were no open doors; everyone appeared on the same mountain.
The platform is as flat as if cut by a knife. A black humanoid statue, half crying and half laughing, stands alone there. It looks ordinary, but anyone who looks at it feels as if their thoughts are cut off for a second. It is absolutely impossible to look directly at it.
This mountain is entirely black, constructed from a single type of gray-black rock. Its steep slopes and rugged terrain, seemingly formed over a long period of time, have resulted in a myriad of bizarre and grotesque shapes. Further down lies the gray mist that once appeared from below, resembling a sea of clouds rising from the mountain peaks. The surging, folded, and striped clouds resembled countless wronged souls jostling and rolling among themselves, while the howling winds at the heights echoed with pleading and wailing sounds like phantoms.
There was a real sense of terror, like being in hell. No, if there really was a hell, it would probably look like this, the Bloodwing members who were teleported there thought to themselves.
Others experienced only sensory shock, but for Wei Shentong, it was a mental and emotional shock. His sensitivity to people's thoughts, memories, and emotions allowed him to distinguish the countless fragmented memories and the uniform numbness and despair present on this mountain and in the sea of clouds.
The entire scene was also three-dimensional under the perception of the Guardian, through these fragmented memories and the various tragic cries and mottled pale embers scattered on the mountain.
The entire sea of clouds is a flowing vortex that pushes souls, with the Soul-Sweeping Mountain as a giant pestle. Souls are swept up by the sea of clouds and crushed by the vibration of the mountain, ground into residue and juice. The juice seeps into the mountain and becomes stone, while the residue turns into withered trees and piles of waste rocks. The entire mountain is a huge pasture for souls, constantly harvesting resources for people to enjoy.
Terrifying... truly terrifying. This is the way of Gu! The guard understood that this might be something Bloodwing had deliberately made him perceive, or it might be something he had deliberately faked, but if it was this real, what difference did it make?
Now I really need to travel around after I come of age, otherwise I'll never be able to break free from this guy's control if I stay in Qingmang. He's getting stronger and stronger.
Pulling his senses away from the chilling truth, Wei Shitong looked at his colleagues who had regained their composure. Some of them bore even more deep scars of killing, each one of them having taken the lives of at least a hundred people. Even the once innocent bird seemed to sense this and looked over when he was being perceived.
The same power? No, just something similar to the Gu worms. It seems Bloodwing doesn't trust him either, but can a girl with compassion compare to him?
Wei Shitong noted down this bird. He wouldn't kill her; on the contrary, he would keep her so that Bloodwing would underestimate its own strength and make it easier for her to defect.
The rest... Wei Shitong looked at the skeleton, who was in a daze, filled with grief, anger, and longing, looking as if his entire family had died.
"There will be many more opportunities to see and participate in the future."
Standing on the platform, Bloodwing, who was now fully clothed, brought his thoughts back to the present. Beside him, a Blood Raven carried a black list that was completely empty.
"Put out all your spoils."
In this Qingmang calamity, the tasks assigned by Bloodwing, besides weakening the Mu family, were to collect various Gu materials, such as blood, soul, skin, flesh, shadow, and resentment. Blood, skin, flesh, and bones did not need to be handed over and could be disposed of by oneself, but soul, shadow, and resentment had to be delivered in full.
At that moment, whether these people liked it or not, a green glowing bone lantern appeared on each of them, with a human skull as the container and flames appearing at the opening of the fontanelle, making it look extremely eerie.
Inside the skull, countless souls howled and screamed, most of them bewildered and unconscious, while a few cursed, begged for mercy, and tried to struggle. The flames burned them, and a murky black oily substance flowed out like lard.
The Soul Lamp Gu, a first-stage Soul Dao Gu worm, is made from Fire Lamp Insects, human skulls, Soul Gu, and Artemisia annua. It is given to Bloodwing members free of charge.
Besides absorbing souls, it can also burn souls to make soul oil, which can feed many soul-path Gu worms, and can also activate soul-path Gu worms or kill moves. Soul oil can remove impurities and absorb and increase souls, and as more soul oil is made, the Soul Lamp Gu will automatically upgrade its level.
Bloodwing, that old devil, was certainly not acting out of kindness. He kept the method of removing impurities to himself and refused to sell it. If anyone wanted to refine it, he had to do it himself, and he would take half of the profits if it was successful.
The Bloodwing group consisted of eleven people and sixteen soul lamps. Everyone looked at Zhang Erhe. Apart from the jackal and the golden toad each having an extra lamp, Zhang Erhe had three extra lamps. At this moment, he appeared as someone dressed like a temple keeper.
"I changed the beliefs of this village, and some things have happened recently, so I've absorbed quite a lot of souls."
One lamp can kill up to two hundred people. Zhang Erhe has three more lamps, which means he has killed an additional six hundred people. Where he is is probably not a battlefield.
With just a few more lamps, Xueyi looked at Zhang Erhe with satisfaction. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, these Soul Lamp Gu appeared together on the sea of clouds. As the skull's mouth opened, the tangled, half-transparent souls poured into the gray sea of clouds.
Originally, due to the limited space, the soul lamp could only display human faces. Now that it has returned to normal, they appear as semi-transparent figures in various dead states.
Numb and lifeless, it fell into the sea of clouds and was quickly swept and pushed into a deep fold by the thick clouds. Those that still had consciousness and could react prepared to leap up to resist or escape.
But before that, countless gray, withered claws, like tree branches, appeared in the sea of clouds, grabbed them, and tore them apart, scattering them like scraps of cloth or snowflakes into the gray clouds.
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