diskusbooks Chapter 302 Cutting Off the Root and Eradicating the Source
Chapter 302 Cutting Off the Root and Eradicating the Source
There were no runes or arrays engraved on the silver curtain, nor were there any strong spiritual energy fluctuations.
Ning Xiaoxi increased the intensity of her sensory input again, but the impact caused the silver screen to react.
A pure silver luster, like flowing moonlight spilling over, was delicate and soft. Ning Xiaoxi's senses collided with the silver luster, causing the curtain to tremble. Within the faintly visible silver threads, tortoise shell powder particles shimmered like scattered stars. Ancient runes embroidered with purple-gold thread appeared on the curtain, arranged in a ring—ancient sealing incantations. Now, under attack, the trembling curtain formed rings of confinement, encircling the entire cage.
"YoYo!"
A cold, mournful cry emanated from behind the curtain.
Ning Xiaoxi quickly stopped sensing.
"Shh!"
The black curtain outside was suddenly pulled open, and two Spirit Guards quickly walked in, nervously examining the silver curtain.
Without Ning Xiaoxi's attacks, the silver curtain gradually calmed down and returned to its original quiet state.
After carefully checking and finding nothing amiss, the two Spirit Guards cautiously surveyed their surroundings. Once they confirmed there was nothing wrong, they exchanged a glance and left.
Ning Xiaoxi held her breath before daring to exhale softly. These two Spirit Guards were probably around the fifth level of the mid-tier, but here they could only serve as guards, which showed that there were many talented people in the Spirit Guard.
She didn't know how long these Spirit Guards had been here, but judging from the condition of the houses and tents, they had been there for at least several months. In other words, these Spirit Guards who went to sea had been there for about the same amount of time as Tian Xian had been clearing out the alien races and aristocratic families inland. Had this king gone mad?
To the west lies a slaughterhouse connected to the coastline; the air is not thick with the smell of blood, but it is thick with resentment. The seawater at this junction remains deep and dark blue, but it reeks of fish.
An uncontrollable ecological resonance began to sense every detail of that body of water and coastline. She had always used this skill for its concealment effect, neglecting another function: establishing a profound connection with the surrounding natural environment. It was a connection where she was that world—no, not just a connection; once she sensed it, she was that world. It was no longer a forced integration, but a natural, innate feeling, a feeling of being born of the land.
Previously, she had forcibly used her skills to enter the fusion of heaven and earth, and her active skills automatically transformed into passive skills, which naturally brought her into a specific world. However, the overwhelming and endless sorrow almost drowned her.
Layer upon layer of resentment, invisible to the naked eye, permeated this area of the sea, spanning hundreds of miles. There were no remnants of souls, no demonic or magical power, only endless resentment, a resentment that even the energy of heaven and earth could not dispel.
"Reshape!" Ning Xiaoxi closed her eyes, sinking into her thoughts, concealing her body in the cave. She dared not expose herself anywhere on the island, fearing she would lose control.
Amidst the flickering light and shadow, images flashed like a movie screen, then rewound.
From the moment those Imperial Guards set foot on Wangxian Mountain Island, it marked the beginning of a catastrophe for the entire island and the surrounding sea area within a hundred miles.
Aside from the initial felling for housing, the original forests and trees were not significantly impacted or damaged. Only the creatures that once inhabited the island and the sea suffered devastating losses.
Unlike the peaceful and beautiful Wangxian Mountain Island that it appears to be from afar now, the entire island was shrouded in gloom and deathly silence, as if an invisible net tightly wrapped around it. The Spirit Guards silently approached the shore in their three-masted sailing ships, like evil spirits emerging from the darkness to ascend the seemingly idyllic island.
The Spirit Guards, clad in long, dark robes adorned with flickering, eerie runes, seemed to crush the very life in the air with each step they took. Their target was none other than the island's demon race, some cunning and mischievous, others endearing and clumsy.
Look over there by the stream, a fox-eared girl is playing in the water, her silvery laughter echoing through the forest. In an instant, several cold runes pierce the air like arrows, freezing the space around her. The girl looks back in terror, her eyes reflecting the cold face of the Spirit Guard.
The Spirit Guard strode forward, his incantation low and obscure, a thick, inky light emanating from his palm as he gently placed it over the girl's head. The girl's body trembled violently, her once pink skin instantly turning deathly pale, as wisps of her almost transparent soul, emitting a ghostly glow, were slowly extracted.
"Bang!" The demon core in his lower abdomen was shattered, and the spiritual energy from the shattered core surged into his soul, making the soul appear much more solid.
The fox-eared girl opened her mouth, but it was as if an invisible hand was choking her, and she couldn't make a sound. Only in her eyes did despair surge like a raging tide.
Sensing the persecution of their people, many foxes rushed to the scene, only to be caught in a trap that had been laid. The Spirit Guards mercilessly extracted the souls of the foxes, causing them to revert to their original forms. Although their bodies remained undamaged, they had all lost their life force.
The fox clan was the only large-scale demon bloodline on the island. With the fox clan destroyed, the other nascent demon clans were even more vulnerable. Within a few days, no demon bloodlines with the potential to become demons remained on the island.
The Spirit Guards' next target is rare and exotic beasts brimming with spiritual energy. Their aim isn't to strangle them, but rather to capture them alive and transport them away on large ships. The three currently imprisoned in the East Field are the last remaining precious spirit beasts on the island.
Besides the demon bloodline on the island, the surrounding sea area within a hundred miles had also become a hellish place. The giant ships carrying the Spirit Guards resembled ferocious beasts, cutting through the waves, their hulls covered with runes like gaping, greedy mouths.
They threw their specially crafted magical artifacts into the sea. As soon as the artifacts hit the water, the seawater churned as if boiling, and invisible suction forces spread wildly. In the deep sea, the monsters that were originally swimming freely, whether as large as whales or as small as fish, were all violently pulled to the surface by this force.
The Spirit Guards stood at the bow of the ship, their hands forming hand seals, using their spiritual power to activate their magical artifacts, transforming them into chains of light that precisely entangled the demonic beasts. The beasts struggled fiercely, stirring up turbulent waves, but to no avail. Their souls were pierced through their bodies by the chains of light, forcibly extracted. In the flickering light, the beasts' unwilling and painful struggles were palpable, yet they could only helplessly be captured by the Spirit Guards.
The enormous body of the monster, whose soul had been extracted, slowly sank to the bottom of the sea, lifeless.
The once vibrant life on Wangxianshan Island and the surrounding waters has been completely shattered, leaving only endless desolation that spreads rampantly across this land.
After more than a month of clearing and sweeping, there were no longer any demonic beasts with demonic bloodlines on Wangxian Island, and no trace of demonic beasts or sea monsters within a hundred miles. In the remaining days, the Spirit Guards began transporting resources from the island. Immortal herbs and spiritual medicines were harvested according to their different medicinal properties and growing environments, transplanted, and finally sent away.