My Salvation Game Became true?!-Chapter 163 - 160: Land of Inheritance and Awakening (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 163: Chapter 160: Land of Inheritance and Awakening (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The firmament tore open, morphing into a gigantic eye, a terrifying high entity was looking down upon us.

Indifferent, vast, dreadful!

The mere gaze chilled Fang You to the bone.

Those who perished in the thunderbolt, leaving behind only a little ash – probably cultists of some sort – sprouted flesh buds and grew chunks of meat under that gaze, as giant meaty orbs quickly inflated before our eyes.

Even the burning flames seemed to develop the shape of flesh and blood, and each blade of grass and tree grew wildly, revealing scarlet flesh underneath their blossoming trunks.

Scarlet!

The entire sky fell into a somber blood-red hue, as if the world was a lone boat in a storm that might capsize at any moment.

Catastrophe! Great terror!

Just one look turned the whole world into this color, what kind of being was this?

He had no time to think.

He held the Radiant Scepter aloft, and a burst of golden light bloomed from his white robe; a beam of light shot into the sky, as if defiantly trying to break through the blood-red expanse above.

But it wasn’t enough, it just wasn’t enough!

In the next moment,

The golden radiance spread from the scepter, as the divine gold purified all filth. Where the light swept through, flesh buds stopped growing, gave off a faint smoke and continuously shrank. The menacing trees gradually reverted back to normal.

The flames went out, and the pillar of light pierced through the blood-red sky.

The humans hiding in their houses, still surviving, saw their deteriorating conditions fade under the golden light.

All of this,

He didn’t need to use his eyes to see; everything became clear to him naturally, as if illuminating the world with a thought.

His mind ascended continuously, overlooking the mortal realm, as if he were a deity with the power to turn clouds with a flip of his hand and summon rain with a cover of his hand.

His gaze held an endless golden brilliance, confronting the bloody pupil.

It was as if he saw a figure sitting on a blood-red throne, the face blurred, but incredibly majestic.

The “Blood Emperor”!

Flesh surged like a flood from the endless timespace, and thousands of whispers exploded in his ears.

It was as if the land was cracking, heavens collapsing, the world descending into ruin.

In the upheaval, Fang You’s figure was like a rock washed over by brilliant golden light; his expressionless face was covered, his eyes alone burning with a flame within the depths of luminous golden pupils.

The flame never dies!

Thunder rolled and spread, and in the blink of an eye, the whole world was covered with thunderclouds collapsing downward, extending a massive hand of lightning.

A hand that covers the sky!

For a moment, there was thunder roaring in the world. Bright blue-purple light clashed non-stop with blood-red light. The sky seemed to be split in half, one side blue-purple, the other blood-red.

It was as if it was a doomsday catastrophe.

Even those hundreds of kilometers away could see; people either fell to their knees or fled in terror.

The painter in his robe contained fear in his eyes, but instead of looking away, he bit his lip and stared, seeing in the terrifying catastrophe at the edge of the sky the vague outline of a terrible blood-colored pupil and…

Before the giant pupil, there stood a golden figure high above the heavens.

The eye was imprinted in the canvas of his heart; the painter’s eyes bled tears, and amidst the whispers filling his ears, he frantically began to paint on the Xuan paper.

He painted the blood-colored pupil, and before that giant eye, the majestic figure holding the scepter.

…

Above the ruined village, the golden light enveloped everything.

The terrible contamination gradually dissipated amidst the primal and robust thunder.

After a long moment,

The world’s blood color faded away, the giant blood pupil had disappeared, and the sky was clean and blue once again.

The indifferent and dreadful gaze was no longer there, only the faint gray streaks remained in the firmament, still linking to the other end, that indescribable, boundless Ghastly Realm.

Like a bridge.

And just before, he had stood on this end of the bridge, on the Blue Star, colliding with terrible forces that came across the bridge.

A trace of power that had been greatly weakened after passing through the barriers of the Blue Star World.

“What exactly is this being?”

“One of the mythical Evil Gods?”

Probably not even that.

Just the thought weighed heavily on his mood again.

…

On the other end of the blood silk thread, in a certain place across infinite spatial distances.

In the magnificent blood-colored hall, a majestic figure sat high above, an entity wearing a splendid blood-red armor, his eyes profound, holding a sea of blood within them.

“Interesting.”

“This world actually has someone who can stop the descent of my power.”

The Blood Emperor was not angered.

In his long years, he had seen too many futile attempts, acts as hopeless as a mantis trying to stop a chariot or a mayfly shaking a tree.

Sometimes a little resistance was also a diversion.

But the outcome, the fate of the world, was to be devoured.

With this sliver of opportunity, he could tear open the channel and come forth ahead of time.

This,

Was his chance as well.

…

In the devastated village, young plants stubbornly sprouted new shoots.

A day had passed since the disappearance of the giant blood pupil, and during this time no further strange occurrences had arisen, only the grey thread in the sky remained.

In Fang You’s vision, he could see wisps of grey mist seeping out from the crack.

“This place is the key pivotal point of fate, it will continue to face the impact from the rift.”

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“If resisted, the crack will lessen and eventually disappear, breaking off.”

“If failed to be resisted, the crack will only get wider, causing an avalanche.”

Fang You pondered.

Outside the house, several figures in special weighted training gear were running non-stop, sweat pouring down like rain.

They were the few lucky survivors of the catastrophic event, six young men and youths. Fang You had healed their physical and mental traumas with ‘Healing Stream,’ ‘Purification,’ and ‘Soul-Cleansing Melody,’ and endowed them with the power to grow stronger.

Among them was Wei Jingwu, who was not a mere villager but a person with knowledge and the ability to lead an army. After assessment by detection skills, Wei Jingwu turned out to be a talent with blue potential.

Fang You immediately used the Junior Apostle recruitment voucher on him and also imparted the Blade Slash Skill to him.

——Before coming here, he had drawn several “Initial Ten Draws,” which weren’t as extraordinary as the first time. The few Skill Books he got were all Blade Slash, Cannon Punch, and others that he already had.

He passed down a technique.

“But it’s not enough.”

“In this instance, what’s important is not my power, but the power of the kindling flames.”

“However…”

He couldn’t leave this area.

His instincts told him that once he strayed too far, great terror would descend, including the items he brought from the modern world, which could only be used within this area.

But people of this era, like Wei Jingwu, could go out.

He began to make arrangements.

One day, two days, three days…

Ten days later, the village had already regained much of its liveliness, with the old and the young, but more were able-bodied youths, all brought back by Wei Jingwu from the outside.

This era was already in the twilight of the dynasty, with societal unrest and a corrupt army… Wei Jingwu himself was originally a military officer who couldn’t stand some of the corruption and offended a superior, leading to his removal from office and subsequent retreat to this small village.

Before the disaster struck, this place was still peaceful, but outside there was famine everywhere, with peasant uprisings breaking out all over the place.

Under such circumstances, a peaceful village with ample food supply was like a utopian sanctuary.

But Wei Jingwu remembered Fang You’s requirement: not necessarily having to be physically strong, but must be kind-hearted and steadfast in will.

They were to fight against monsters.

They couldn’t lack fighters, but they also couldn’t afford to be indiscriminate.

After careful selection, Wei Jingwu still brought back many refugees. With everyone’s effort, this once-ruined village was slowly being rebuilt.

Improved seeds were sown in the fields.

People worked and trained; it was a harmonious scene, if not for the impending disaster.

…

“Kill!”

“First team, retreat! Second team, thrust!”

“Protect our homeland!”

In front of them were monsters similar to the ones they faced that day.

They were humanoid in form, some with bone wings, some with sharp teeth, and all were incredibly strong, capable of uprooting large trees and leaping onto rooftops.

But now, we were no longer mere mortals!

Wei Jingwu wielded his battle saber, slashing down with each strike until he cleaved a ghoul in two, while the others formed battle formations around him, continuously routing the enemy.

In the village, Fang You stood on high ground, watching from a distance.

He didn’t lift a finger.

This was not his battle, for he could easily extinguish these ghouls and Mysterious Evil, but once he left, the untested flames of perseverance would be more easily extinguished.

At most, he would rescue people.

Guidance wasn’t enough.

Aside from Wei Jingwu, he also selected five others, making them Junior Apostles and granting them Skill Books.

Wang Hei, granted Blade Slash and Mysterious Evil Tracking.

Li Ergou, granted Cannon Punch and Mysterious Evil Tracking.

Li Sanniu, granted Bronze Skin.

Qu Ni, granted Healing Water.

Yang Yong, granted Palm Thunder.

Others, too, were endowed with a variety of skill seeds.

There weren’t many Skill Books, but there were plenty of skill seeds. This time, he directly planted ten skill seeds, and the fruit that grew granted the warriors the power to fight against Mysterious Evil.

But it required training.

Many were still novices, but with Awakened Weapons, they could combat Mysterious Evil and kill those strange humanoid creatures.

Similarly, they could attain the mystic.

…

In the unnamed village, behind the mountains.

When Wei Jingwu came here, he was astonished to find that the place had greatly changed—the ground had become orderly, paved with intricately patterned steles, surrounded by towering monoliths that formed walls enclosing the entire area.

Guarding the central stele.

The mentor stood before that stele, head slightly raised.

Wei Jingwu couldn’t forget the mentor’s lofty figure from that day.

He couldn’t forget the rampage of those monsters in the village, the villagers who had been gutted and torn open.

He clenched his fists.

Favored by the mentor, he was willing to fight to the death against Mysterious Evil!

“I cannot stay in this time and space for too long. In the future, the heavy task of combating the Mysterious Evil will fall upon you, but I will guide you to awaken even stronger powers. However, this process is fraught with dangers— one careless moment could lead to irreversible doom.”

Fang You spoke out.

He looked at Wei Jingwu and the other thirteen warriors who had come with Wei Jingwu, all of whom had accumulated one unit of mystery value.

Among them were Wang Hei and the other five, as well as seven who weren’t Junior Apostles.

Fang You didn’t hide anything.

But no one backed down.

“We were already displaced and without shelter; now that we have food, clothing, and shelter, why not fight against the Mysterious Evil!”

“We have no cowards here!”

“After the war is over, I’ll go get married and start a family. Then I can tell my kids that their daddy was a great hero.”

This was the kindling flame.

Fang You, too, harbored a flame in his heart.

I, too, will give my all to ensure your safety.

This is the Land of Inheritance, where many powers have left their traces to form inheritance.

He raised his scepter, and the Radiant Domain spread out from him.

Jin Hui shone brightly, with the guiding power gently descending, starting from Wei Jingwu, Wang Hei, and a few others as the epicenter, fine ripples spread out.

Mysterious forces resonated with the Land of Inheritance, prying at the cornerstone of Awakening.