Chapter 22 The Space Passage It Captured Him
[well......]
Xiao Jiu looked up at the air in confusion: "System?"
The system quickly said that it was fine.
But now Xiao Jiu is not as easy to fool as he was when he first came to the spatial rift. After hearing what the system said, he did not respond. He just tilted his head back and stared at his upper front without blinking.
The system had no choice but to honestly confess: "[I was just thinking that if I had been more careful and noticed the energy anomaly at the flowering critical point first, perhaps those flowers wouldn't have been wasted like this.]"
None of them expected that the sunflower would suddenly become level 2 and even have a debuff effect.
Fortunately, the debuff didn't affect Xiao Jiu and Taotie. Otherwise, they were practically touching the sunflower, so close together, who knows what might have happened.
At the time, the system was still watering the red fish when it realized something was wrong, so it couldn't leave.
Upon discovering the anomaly, it could only quickly throw a cloud of red mist over, reminding Taotie to hurry up and get those flowers out.
Xiao Jiu couldn't read, but when he saw Taotie frantically digging in the soil and calling out to him, he immediately bent down and started digging up the mutated sunflowers as well.
Xiao Jiu initially remembered the principle of "gentle movements" when harvesting flowers, but the Taotie roared whenever he moved too slowly. After several repetitions, he finally realized that he could pull out all the flowers in one go with great force.
After all that, almost all the sunflowers were ruined.
Of the twenty flowers, only the first one that was dug up survived and barely reached ordinary quality; the rest were all damaged.
So that round of planting only yielded 1150 points, a complete loss.
The system feels its heart bleeding every time it thinks about it.
If you harvest properly, the total points you get from that sale might reach tens of thousands!
Xiao Jiu couldn't understand the system's rambling; there were still many words he didn't understand.
He tilted his head back and asked, "System, ten thousand?"
System: [This is a number.]
Little Jiu's eyes sparkled: "Count? Little Jiu, count!"
The system completely forgot about the points and immediately began to gently explain to its host what the numbers were and how to use them.
Just as Xiao □□ was reciting "one", a strange fluctuation suddenly came from the large crack that the system was pressing.
A strange aura quietly drifted out from the crack.
The presence of this aura was very weak, but its appearance caused the surrounding red mist to surge.
It seemed to sense that the red mist was not to be trifled with, so after emerging from the crack, it only lingered for a moment before quickly disappearing.
The area was already dimly lit with limited visibility, so when it moved slowly close to the huge crack in the ground, no one noticed it for a while.
As the shadow moved, it subtly gnawed at the red mist beside it. With this constant gnawing, its color became more and more intense, and even its outline gradually became clearer.
At a certain moment, it suddenly trembled, and several wisps of red mist that were nearby were immediately sucked into it.
The shadow paused for a moment, then suddenly stretched and deformed, finally stabilizing into a clear human shape.
It tilted its head, raised its hand, and rotated its wrist as if quite satisfied.
It has recovered its condition.
The humanoid shadow carefully spread its divine sense in all directions, and soon it sensed something.
It mustered all its strength and leaped quickly, rushing straight towards a certain direction at the edge of the crack.
In that spot, Xiao Jiu was stammering as she followed the system, reciting numbers.
The humanoid shadow moved with lightning speed, and when it was still two or three meters away from Xiao Jiu, a ferocious smile immediately appeared on its face.
—If it gets any closer, just a little closer, it will immediately seize the child's body!
Just as it burst out of the crack in ecstasy, a huge mouth suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Awoo."
Its mouth intercepted it midway and swallowed it whole.
The humanoid shadow let out a miserable scream of resentment between those sharp teeth, but the owner of that mouth only shuddered, gulped it down, and even his eyes curved into a smile with pleasure.
tasty!
The Suanni (a mythical beast) leaned closer and asked, "What did you eat?"
Taotie: "Awoo!"
Suanni: "Fragments of divine consciousness accumulated over a thousand years? You still have more in your stash."
Taotie: "Awooooo."
Suanni said "Oh," and then added, "That's true, given your current state... Wait, something's not right. If all your previous possessions are gone, where did these fragments of divine consciousness come from?"
The half-human-shaped, sleeping fish, Henggongyu, was awakened by the noise. He patted the sand off his face and asked groggily, "What are you talking about?"
The Suanni started jumping left and right: "Hey, I'm not telling you. Go ahead and cry, cry all you want, it won't do you any good, heh."
Henggongyu: "......"
Logically speaking, Henggongyu should have felt sad upon hearing such blatant rejection, but looking at the smug brown kitten, he felt a chill run down his spine.
He struggled to utter two words: "...Okay."
The Suanni was shocked. He said in disbelief, "I can tell! You're complaining!"
Henggongyu looked away: "No."
You have it!
Xiao Jiu looked over after hearing their playful noises, but her gaze was immediately drawn to something as it passed over the crack next to her.
He leaned closer, pressed himself against the edge of the crack, tilted his head to look inside, and then reached his hand in—
Half an hour ago, in a corner some distance away from this spatial rift, a dimensional world with sparse spiritual energy was teetering on the brink of collapse.
The world is about to collapse.
But in this place that should have been deathly silent, the sounds of weapons clashing could be heard.
The sky inside the space was crimson, as if it were on fire, yet countless stars shone brightly in this crimson dome, both beautiful and eerie.
On the ground, a burly man, as strong as a small mountain, spat out a mouthful of dark purple blood and collapsed forward, his legs giving way.
However, just as one of his legs touched the ground, he roared and forcefully pressed the golden-red broadsword in his hand against the ground, barely managing to support his battered body.
It's too hot here.
The blood he spat out instantly turned into a cloud of water vapor when it hit the ground, and then quickly evaporated into spiritual energy, leaving no trace.
Just then, a star fell from the sky, leaving a streak of light across the horizon.
But the light did not disappear; instead, it gradually expanded to both sides, like a zipper being pulled up, revealing the pitch-black backdrop behind it.
This is a sign that space is beginning to collapse.
The tall man saw it, and he closed his eyes tightly.
He was breathing heavily, each breath carrying a strong smell of blood. Purple blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that his internal organs were damaged, and quite badly so.
A handsome young man dressed in white stood a few meters away with his hands behind his back.
Why are you doing this to yourself?
Although he said it was pointless, the young man's eyes were full of determination: "This secret realm won't last much longer. If you surrender and beg me properly, I might take you out."
The man opened his eyes, which were green with gold pupils, and stared intently at him: "Take me out of here?"
He scoffed, "You probably just want to take my inner core with you!"
Upon hearing this, the young man simply unfolded his fan and forcefully fanned the man, saying, "Hmph, you're just at the end of your rope."
A wave-like aura rushed towards the man with the fan, carrying a faint golden light. It immediately jolted the man, causing two large gashes to open on his bare chest, from which blood gushed out.
The young man wanted to continue the pursuit, but his hand holding the fan suddenly stopped.
His eyes were unfocused, clearly indicating that he was communicating with someone using his spiritual senses.
He quickly came to his senses and twirled the fan in his hand: "This place is quite interesting. Tell me, if I used all my strength, could I dig out all the demon cores left behind by your clan?"
The man's eyes widened in fury: "You dare—"
Another golden light slammed down, clearly brighter than the previous halo.
The burly man was so enraged by the other man's words that he lost his footing and couldn't dodge at all.
After being struck by the golden light, his face turned deathly pale, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.
The flesh and blood transformed into spiritual energy in mid-air, causing the young man's eyes to gleam with excitement: "A demon core without spiritual power is not even worth a stone. It's better to get a fresh one!"
Before he could finish speaking, he was already within a step of the man, reaching straight for his abdomen!
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, his hand was flung away.
The young man tried to back away, but the man had already grabbed him.
The man braced himself on his knees, raised his golden-red scimitar, and slashed at the youth's head.
But the young man reacted quickly, his waist suddenly bending to the side, as flexible as a boneless worm, easily dodging the attack.
He gripped the fan in his hand and, holding the handle tightly, stabbed it hard into the man's ribs.
"Click-clack—"
A strange cracking sound immediately came from the man's body, like the sound of something hard breaking.
Upon hearing this, the young man was overjoyed: "It really is my Achilles' heel!"
Just like the heart and head of a human, the Mingmen (Gate of Life) is the death acupoint for non-human cultivators.
Many monsters can survive having their hearts stabbed or their heads chopped off, but if their vital points are injured, they are doomed. Even if they are exceptionally gifted and don't die immediately, they will be powerless to resist until they fully recover.
The young man's eyes gleamed, and he seized the opportunity to take the fan in one hand and insert the other into the man's wound.
He grabbed the other person's ribs and, with all his might, tore them apart—
"ah!!"
The burly man was in so much pain that his vision went black. His biological instincts made him want to escape and fight back, but the fan stuck in his ribs emitted bursts of golden light, leaving him limp on the ground, at the mercy of his captors.
Under the youth's cruel tearing, a glimmer of light quickly appeared in the man's wound.
The light, shrouded in blood and translucent like jade, clearly revealed several points of light slowly flowing within it.
The young man was overjoyed: "It's actually a thousand-year-old demon core!"
Just as the young man was about to reach out and dig, a voice suddenly appeared from somewhere around them.
"one......"
His voice was hoarse, with a long, drawn-out ending, immediately conjuring up the image of a reclusive old eccentric sighing.
The young man stopped in shock.
Are there other living creatures here?
The young man arrived here by chance with the help of a magical artifact. As soon as he entered, he found that the spiritual energy here had been depleted. He thought he had made a wasted trip, but unexpectedly there was a spirit beast struggling to stay afloat inside.
Although the spirit beast already possessed the power to transform, it had been lacking spiritual energy and was extremely weak.
The young man knew that if he could defeat this spirit beast, he would be getting a great deal, but he was also aware of his own strength, so he dared not be careless.
He looked around warily, but suddenly, he stopped moving.
He paused for a few seconds before speaking to the air, his face showing displeasure: "This spirit beast's inner core is already in my grasp, what's your hurry? What if there's any residual divine consciousness left?"
Another silence fell, but the young man's expression grew increasingly impatient.
As he was communicating with the unseen thing, a voice sounded at his feet.
"Rustling..."
The strange noise was actually quite frightening, but the young man, who was usually on edge, didn't react at all.
A few seconds later, the young man waved his hand to interrupt: "Okay, I understand."
He lowered his head, preparing to continue peeling the demon core from the spirit beast, but in an instant his pupils shrank.
—The spirit beast that had taken human form earlier has disappeared!
In his field of vision, the person kneeling in the same spot was a woman in a light blue dress, her back view graceful.
In the past, the young man would probably have already gone up to tease and chat with him, but now he was so nervous that he was sweating.
A woman suddenly appeared in this doomed secret realm; even a fool would know something was wrong.
He instinctively reached for the magical fan, but found nothing.
He then suddenly remembered that the fan had been stuck in the spirit beast's vital point, and now that the spirit beast was gone, the fan had also disappeared.
The young man was terrified and, without thinking, reached for the life-saving talisman at his waist.
But the moment he moved his hand, the woman moved as well...
"Ahhh, don't come any closer! Get away! Get away!!"
Suddenly, the young man's eyes turned bloodshot, as if he were being chased by something terrifying. He scrambled around, throwing out various talismans.
He didn't have many talismans on him. After selling off all his stock, he vigorously waved his hand, and judging from the posture, he was probably wielding a sword.
Can......
Where is the sword in his hand?
He clearly had nothing in his hands.
The burly man, lying on the ground severely injured, stared at the scene before him with astonishment in his eyes.
How did this human, who was about to strip his demon core just a second ago, suddenly go crazy?
But he didn't have time to investigate the reason; he just used his last breath to grab the fan stuck to his side.
The moment his hand touched it, a layer of skin was instantly burned off by the golden light.
He gritted his teeth, exerted all his strength, and pulled the fan outwards!
Purple blood gushed and splashed, and the resulting wisps of water vapor quickly evaporated into spiritual energy around him.
He collapsed to the ground, exhausted, struggling to breathe.
For him in his prime, this injury would have only taken about a month to heal, but he had already been weakened internally for a long time, and now he had suffered such a severe blow...
It seems there's no way to reverse the situation.
He sighed resignedly.
In the distance, the young human was laughing maniacally, tearing at his own skin as if he felt no pain at all.
The young man's laughter grew softer and softer until it was reduced to a hissing sound like a broken bellows.
When even this slight noise finally ceased, the lifeless youth was nothing but a horrifying mass of red flesh, with skin he had torn off himself scattered all over the ground beside him.
At that moment, a blurry shadow emerged from the fan that had been tossed aside; it could be roughly discerned to be a human figure.
The shadow didn't even glance at the pitiful young man on the ground, but instead slipped into the nearest crack in the spatial wall.
"Rustling, rustling..."
The strange sound started again.
The burly man struggled to open his eyes and saw that a flower had bloomed beside him at some point.
The flowers are bright and bowl-shaped, with a bright orange-yellow stamen in the center that looks like a bunch of insects huddled together, slowly wriggling towards the sun in the sky.
The sight should have been terrifying, but he stared at it without blinking.
Because in his line of sight, behind the flower, a hand was reaching out towards him.
The hands were very small, clearly the size of a child's.
Her small hands were bluish-gray in color and as cold as stones.
But the man felt a warm sensation when it touched his cheek.
He slowly closed his eyes.
He felt as if he had traveled back a thousand years.
At that time, the area was lush with vegetation and flowing water. The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and he and his clansmen were taking a nap in the sunlight, snuggling together.
Nothing could make him happier than this.
In his dream, his body suddenly turned into a pile of white light spots.
But a crisp sound rang out from within the space—
【bite--】
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