Otherworldly Desert Dust

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A single person’s strength had annihilated the massive Red Zhe Army!!

Even those with the Heavenly Brilliance Level strength in tyrant tiger armor couldn’t survive, making all Human Clan forces invested in this war incredulously realize how ridiculous their desperate struggles were in front of a true god…

Like frogs in a well, be it the Totem Sacred Sect, the True Martial Floating Land, Longevity Island… they were all like frogs in a well, ignorant of true power.

All doubts disappeared, replaced by absolute endorsement.

Liu Mengying also understood that only absolute strength could command respect in this cruel world.

She had returned to her position as the Yin Pole Xuan Lady, and even after surviving this calamity, she had become stronger than before…

But Liu Mengying couldn’t get excited, nor could she feel any joy in regaining her divine status. Her eyes fell on the place where the Death Omen Yuan You hovered, where there now was nothingness.

"Fan Chen…"

His body and soul, all had been eradicated.

To help her survive the Death Omen Yuan You, he had completely vanished from this world.

This man was the only bond that she had with her former self, and Liu Mengying knew that her family, fearing her loneliness in another world, arranged this ghostly marriage for her.

Yet Liu Mengying never imagined that the Heavenly Father couldn’t care less about the sacrifices she made for Ascension.

What the Heavenly Father wanted was the last bond of her existence in this world.

"How could this be? He must have been possessed," said the White Ghost Knight, dragging his battered body and looking at Liu Mengying, who now possessed the power of the Death Omen Yuan You.

"We had a soul bond; what difference does it make whether he or I obtain the Death Omen Yuan You?" said Liu Mengying, her eyes growing colder as she looked at the White Ghost Knight.

The White Ghost Knight didn’t dare to make another peep, realizing his interception had angered the Yin Pole Xuan Lady.

Liu Mengying no longer feared any Insect Race in the Red Palace. She stepped towards the place where Wu Hen had vanished.

A purple-black Void Butterfly rose from the dust, like a tiny celestial spirit about to be reborn, gently flapping its wings towards some world.

Liu Mengying saw this Little Void Butterfly, and her heart felt as though it had been cruelly stabbed. She remembered his last inquiry, which made Liu Mengying realize that from the start, this man had been ready to risk everything to seize that Ascension Butterfly for her, and yet she had avoided the question.

"I know you don’t like this world. I hope you reborn into a good family, free from illness and no longer have to struggle in the Otherworld…"

Liu Mengying murmured to herself, and with a gentle release of her hand, the purple Void Butterfly flew towards the horizon.

She watched quietly, hesitating for a long time, but finally, she opened the Eye of the Yin Department, tracing where the little butterfly, destined to reborn, would go—was it the past, the future, or the present? @@novelbin@@

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In a small sunlit cottage, a man lay comfortably on a bed, a soft melody playing, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Wandering in the Desert Dust would lead to getting lost; at such times, one must return to normal life, which can quickly erase the struggles, fear, and pain.

It was like how soldiers returning from battle need psychological counseling. Wu Hen also used this lazy approach to shield himself from the mental impacts of Otherworldly Dust…

But by the windowsill, a purple Spirit Butterfly flew in, quietly landing on Wu Hen’s forehead.

Wu Hen’s eyes went cross-eyed.

Where did this flapping moth come from, disturbing his leisure?

Wu Hen reached out to shoo the Spirit Butterfly away, but the purple Spirit Butterfly dissipated on its own, as if it was just a transient shape formed by a coincidence of light and dust.

Suddenly, a vision flashed across his mind…

It was Liu Mengying’s eyes, actually quite unique, pure and determined like a purple-blue glacier. Her gaze traveled across space, reaching deep into his soul, startling Wu Hen so much that he nearly jumped out of bed!

"Debts have their claimants, and Meng Ying, if you’re dead, it really wouldn’t be my fault. You Yin Pole Priests aren’t immune to the Death Omen Yuan You; you just die slower than regular people, but the end result is the same—eradication. Since you’d die either way, why not let me benefit? I’ll carry on your will and grow stronger!"

"Little Yi, is there such a thing as a Yin Pole Priest dying?"

"From our previous knowledge, the Yin Department’s beings are actually ghosts. Liu Mengying herself is a ghost, just like Xiao Qian, only she’s a divine ghost among female ghosts. If she dies, what form will she take to seek revenge?"

"My head is so itchy. The life forms in Otherworldly Dust are rich indeed, hard to understand."

"Anyway, you protect me. If Liu Mengying turns into an Evil Ghost Female Bodhisattva, you must cut her down to keep the Yin Pole Heavenly Court intact."

After absorbing the Death Omen Yuan You, Little Yi went into hibernation.

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Wu Hen, who had originally wanted to study this power, suddenly found himself with nothing to do.

But Wu Hen also believed that Little Yi would be quite different after this hibernation, seeing that horns had already started to grow on Little Yi’s head, a sign of stepping into the Sword Child phase!

As such, Little Yi’s combat strength was now very close to that of a Purple Robed Master, which served as an important safeguard for Wu Hen.

Looking around Red Port, the number of people with strength comparable to a Purple Robed Master could be counted on one hand, and considering Little Yi was also about to evolve some Divine Skills and Laws from Death Omen Yuan You, if he went all out, he would be practically invincible in Red Port!

It’s just that one didn’t know if there were any hidden powerhouses in Red Port...

Forget it, it’s better to remain low-key.

Do not casually call out Little Yi to show off.

The strength of every person in the Yin Pole Heavenly Court was at least on par with a Purple Robed Master, and the one presiding, the Red-faced Yama, had to be at the Hua Chen Crown Realm, and without encountering Little Yi, one could have swaggered across several otherworlds.

Liu Mengying was a member of the Yin Pole Heavenly Court.

Her true power was indeed terrifying.

Though Red Port was small, there could still very well be a bigwig lying in wait.

"Things are good at the moment, it allows me to develop smoothly while wearing various identities. It won’t be too late to go wild after I can awaken the Holy Father’s Power," Wu Hen didn’t let the slight success get to his head.

He always remembered the words his cousin had said before parting—true powerhouses of Desert Dust always lurked behind the scenes.

"Lord Wu Hen!"

"Lord Wu Hen!"

Shen Wenhai was running over while calling out, so anxious that he was about to climb through the window into Wu Hen’s room.

"Dr. Shen, can’t you behave with a bit more dignity? After all, you are among the top scientific researchers of all mankind. If people from other civilizations saw this, they would think we’re all a bunch of unevolved monkeys," Wu Hen said as he walked to the balcony, holding a cup of coffee, exuding the elegance and composure of the upper class.

"Someone in Red Port has succeeded in Hua Chen!" Shen Wenhai exclaimed.

Wu Hen looked up, his gaze traveling through the clouds in the sky, and indeed, he could see a star shining unusually bright during the day, as if it had been polished by the heavens.

"Oh, so what if they succeeded in Hua Chen? My strength isn’t to be underestimated now. If a Hua Chen dares to provoke me, they’ll surely come with a life but leave without one! By the way, who succeeded in Hua Chen?" Wu Hen snorted coldly.

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Even at Hua Chen, they’d be ranked just around seven thousandth!

He himself had chopped off the upper jaw of the Female and Male Dragon ranked seventeenth!

"It’s Liu Mengying from Yinji Tomb. She obtained the Death Omen Yuan You. That was the last difficulty of her Mortal Tribulation!" Shen Wenhai replied.

"Clang!"

The delicate coffee cup fell from high, with coffee splashing all over the ground.

Shen Wenhai looked up at Wu Hen to find that Wu Hen’s hand was clinging to the vine-covered French railing, almost falling over the edge himself!

"Dammit!!"

"I’m freaking done for!!"

"She ascends, I’m cremated!"

Wu Hen’s voice was sharp like a macaque’s, he never would have guessed the hard-luck Liu Mengying was actually a Yinji True God, undergoing her Mortal Tribulation!

What a moment of joy, Lao Liu, followed by cremation ground consequences!

Liu Mengying didn’t actually die.

Not only didn’t die, but she also successfully ascended!

So that glare she gave me just now, was it disdain and soul-pursuit from the Underworld Divine?

The people from the Yin Pole Heavenly Court had vast Divine Skills, and they had seen through his body to the Nuwa God End inside, knowing where his soul was from...

Now all the other people from the Yin Pole Heavenly Court were dead, and she had completed her Mortal Tribulation, which lasted five years.

The Yinji Factor also chooses the best host, he helped her kill all the upper-order officials of the Yin Pole Heavenly Court. So many Yinji factors with nowhere to go, with her ascension now—she ended up becoming the boss!

Oh, the sins we’ve done, who’s making the bridal gown for whom, really??