Chapter 38 I’m betting my life on a future!
The stone door opened and Zheng Qiuyu walked out.
Even though she hadn't slept all night, there was no sign of fatigue on her face, only a frosty coldness.
"Pass on my orders."
She spoke to the disciples guarding the door.
"Please invite the Sect Master and the elders from each peak to come to Dan Peak to discuss matters."
The voice was not loud, but it made the disciples who were listening to the order shudder and instinctively lower their heads.
Half an hour later, in the main hall of Danfeng.
Sect leader Li Qingxuan and all the elders gathered together, looking at the stern-looking woman sitting in the main seat, with a heavy weight pressing on their hearts.
Zheng Qiuyu's gaze slowly swept over everyone present.
She doesn't speak.
Deathly silence spread throughout the hall. The spiritual energy seemed to be stagnant due to this invisible pressure, and everyone's breathing became cautious.
Only when everyone's nerves were tense to the extreme did she finally speak.
"Last night, I received a divine revelation."
These four words, so light, were like four mountains, crashing down on everyone's heart.
Li Qingxuan's body shook violently, and he stood up from his seat, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Divine revelation? But the Son of God..."
Zheng Qiuyu raised his hand, a calm movement, but all of Li Qingxuan's words were stuck in his throat.
She stood up and walked step by step to the center of the hall, her eyes piercing through the door and looking towards the distant, snow-covered north.
"The divine fetus in my belly sensed something and found a lost ancient holy land between heaven and earth."
"That place is extremely yin and pure, making it the perfect place to nurture it."
"God has revealed that I must go there immediately and recuperate there so that the Son of God can...be safely born."
Her voice became ethereal, and every word carried a divine echo, making the listeners involuntarily believe that this was the will of heaven sent down through her mouth.
An elder couldn't help but ask anxiously.
"May I ask, elder deacon, where exactly is that holy land?"
Zheng Qiuyu raised his hand and pointed to the north, the direction that all the cultivators in the Qingyuan Realm were terrified of.
"The Far North."
She did not say the three words "Silent Soul Abyss" that represent death.
She flipped her hand, and in her palm appeared a black stone and a crystal-clear spiritual herb that emitted a faint chill.
This was what she had just exchanged from the system, and the aura was pure without any evil.
"This is a token of the Holy Land."
The moment the black stone appeared, the temperature in the hall dropped sharply.
The coldness of the spiritual herb was even purer, making the elders with profound cultivation present feel clear-headed.
The last trace of doubt disappeared.
Li Qingxuan's face turned red due to extreme excitement.
"God bless our Qingyun Sect! This is truly God bless our Qingyun Sect!"
Looking at their fanatical eyes, the last bit of hesitation in Zheng Qiuyu's heart was completely crushed.
It's time to close the net.
"The journey is long and the environment of the holy land is unknown. We must ensure the safety of the divine fetus."
Her voice returned to its coldness.
"I need all the elixirs in the sect that can resist the cold."
"The top-tier magic weapon of all defensive categories."
"And the best flying spirit boat, the 'Cloud Sea Boat'."
Every time she spoke, the elders nodded heavily.
For the Son of God!
No one can refute this reason.
No one dared to refute this reason.
Li Qingxuan slammed his palm on the table without any hesitation.
"allow!"
"Not only that! All the useful treasures in the sect's treasury are yours to take away!"
"Elite disciples from each peak, if there are any you like, you can also accompany us as guards!"
At this moment, the entire Qingyun Sect was completely immersed in the frenzy of witnessing the arrival of a miracle.
They gave everything they had and emptied out the treasure trove accumulated over a century, just to support the "Goddess" in their hearts to complete this final test.
They didn't know that they were personally tying the future of the sect to an out-of-control abyss chariot.
Zheng Qiuyu declined his disciple's suggestion to accompany him.
"The divine fetus needs to be nurtured in an absolutely quiet environment and should not be crowded."
"From today on, I will be in seclusion, making final preparations for my journey. During this time, I will decline all visitors."
This excuse blocked all prying eyes for her next actions.
Return to the Danfeng secret room.
Looking at the mountains of top-grade elixirs, magic weapons, and spirit stones in front of him, there was not a trace of greed in Zheng Qiuyu's eyes.
There was only dead silence.
This is not wealth.
This is the money she and Zhuohuo use to buy their lives from the underworld.
She began to organize these resources, her movements methodical and eerily calm.
Which kind of elixir can keep a person alive when his soul is damaged?
Which magic weapon can best resist the erosion of resentment?
Every step of the plan, every detail, flowed clearly in her mind, without a single mistake or omission.
She wanted to turn the entire Qingyun Sect's foundation into the less than 10% chance of winning in her hands.
Time slips through your fingers.
The night before departure.
The secret room was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat.
Zheng Qiuyu sat cross-legged and performed the final breathing exercises.
A jade slip appeared silently on the table in front of her.
Yunya's secret letter.
She picked up the jade slip and probed into it with her spiritual sense.
No extra words.
There were only four large blood-red characters, like four brands just fished out of hell, burning deeply into her sea of consciousness.
"The Ghost Mother has moved!" Time was completely crushed by those four bloody words.
Zheng Qiuyu put down the jade slip, and the air in his chest was completely sucked out. Every breath was accompanied by the pain of a sharp blade scraping across his throat.
The enemy will not wait for her.
The old monster named Ghost Mother had already smelled the most delicious scent of flesh and blood belonging to the future on her.
She had to act immediately.
We must make "pregnancy" a reality that is more solid than reality.
This is not just to deceive the ghost mother.
It is also to get the only ticket to the Abyss of Silent Souls.
Deep in Zheng Qiuyu's pupils, a madness that burned away all reason was burning.
She made a decision even more shocking than stripping away her soul.
In her sea of consciousness, she gave instructions to the cold system.
"Activate the hidden function, [Soul Shaping]."
The system interface popped up silently, and the handwriting was as cold as iron.
[Soul Shaping], the Word Spirit materializes, but the price is extremely high.]
Zheng Qiuyu's thoughts did not stop for a moment.
"Using my Dantian as a container, I will construct 'Pseudo Chaos Fetal Breathing'."
[Warning: This action will actively draw the source of chaos into your body. Danger level: extinction.]
"implement."
The system's mechanical voice rang out, and this time, the words between the lines revealed the indifference of a death sentence.
[To construct 'Pseudo Chaos Fetal Breath', the host must sacrifice three months of his lifespan.]
[This process will guide the power of chaos to reshape the body, the pain will be beyond the soul torture, are you sure?]
"yes."
The word was squeezed out from between her teeth, with a bloody taste.
The moment of confirmation, the heat of her life was cut off in an instant.
That feeling is not aging, but a feeling that a piece of the soul has been dug out, leaving a cold hole that can never be filled.
Three months of life vanished into nothingness in the blink of an eye.
Zheng Qiuyu's face instantly lost all color, but this was just the beginning of the sacrifice.
She suppressed the feeling of a broken soul, stretched out her trembling hand, and pulled the faint chaotic power that was unconsciously emitted by the burning fire on the cold jade bed through the air.
Under her guidance, that strand of power slowly drilled into her lower abdomen like an obedient silver snake.
Then.
Hell is coming.
No explosion, no sound.
Zheng Qiuyu's body suddenly folded inward, like a shrimp with its spine broken.
The power of chaos does not pierce, but grinds.
It turned into an origin, a millstone in her body, and began to grind her flesh, blood, organs, and bones into the most primitive particles inch by inch.
Then use a set of overbearing and unreasonable rules to forcibly reshape it.
"Well……"
A crushed groan escaped from her throat.
Beneath her skin, a network of dark blue blood vessels bulged out, outlining a map of death on her pale skin.
Cold sweat doesn't come out by flowing, it comes out by bursting.
Every pore was instantly incontinent, immersing her whole body in cold despair.
She clenched her teeth tightly, and soon her lips were bitten through, and the taste of rust filled her mouth.
Amidst the severe pain, faint, ancient and mysterious chaotic lines began to appear on the skin of her lower abdomen.
It was as if something was using her life as soil and her flesh and blood as nutrients, preparing to break out of the ground.
[Warning! Vital signs are rapidly collapsing. Abort?]
The system's prompt sound was as sharp as a knife.
Abort?
The corners of Zheng Qiuyu's mouth curled up into a sharp arc.
The arrow has left the bow.
Once stopped, this uncontrolled chaotic force would instantly explode her from the inside out into a cloud of the most gorgeous blood mist.
She drew a prison for herself with her own hands.
Pushing myself into a dead end.
"Hold on..."
She ordered herself.
"Zheng Qiuyu, hold on to me!"
In extreme pain, her soul was beaten repeatedly, but it tempered her into an inhuman toughness.
The willpower of two lives as a human being was squeezed to the limit at this moment.
She withstood the first wave of the power of chaos.
Stabilized the prototype of "pseudo-fetal breathing".
But this is far from enough.
The subsequent shocks are one wave higher than the other, and there is no end.
Her consciousness began to peel away, and her vision fell into a dark vortex.
The heartbeat became weaker and weaker, as if it came from a very far away place.
She felt that the fire of her life was being blown out bit by bit.
Just when consciousness is about to sink completely.
A mutation occurred.
On the cold jade bed, the sleeping Shaohuo had his brows tightly furrowed.
The love chain between his eyebrows, which had been calm, suddenly lit up without any warning.
The light is dim, but it seems to illuminate a world in another dimension.
Immediately following.
A completely different power slowly overflowed from the burning brows.
That power was as pure as the first ray of light when the world was first created.
Gentle, yet with an irresistible dominance.
It followed the invisible love chain between the two of them, and accurately and gently passed to Zheng Qiuyu, who was about to collapse.
That's not an attack.
It's not just a cure.
That was a... declaration.
A most primitive protection from the gods.
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