Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 654 - 606: The Wrath of the Red Robed Saint

A trace of golden meteor fell directly onto this blood-colored long street.

The Red Robed Saint slowly lifted his head, calmly watching this living being falling from the sky.

The living being crashed heavily between Mingyi and the Red Robed Saint, surrounded by ripples of time and space distortion, which did not harm any surrounding material but caused everything to become optically distorted, like a pond constantly surging with waves.

After brushing the dust off himself, Wu Hen crawled out from the crater left by the golden meteor.

He glanced back at Mingyi, whose features had become a bit blurry, grinned, and said, "I finally made it, you were hard to find."

Mingyi felt like she was hallucinating on the verge of death.

A moment ago, the scheme set by her grandfather unexpectedly came to fruition in the next moment??

And what exactly happened in this middle process, she had no idea. The most important part was that the one who finally came to rescue her was Wu Hen, which means that before she stepped into this space-time vortex, Wu Hen had already reached a high dimension, and his memories of her were not erased by the historical correction.

He, like the terrifying Red Robed Saint before her, was an existence the Time Law could not alter.

"Which future warrior are you from?" The Red Robed Saint was not in a hurry. He had already obliterated most of the Night Nuwa's people. Whether they were remnants of the Night Nuwa or descendants summoned using Nuwa's time ability, he could wipe them all out tonight!

"Are you Lord Caidong?" Wu Hen looked at this overwhelmingly powerful man and asked politely.

"Why do you possess the Holy Soul of my Jade Emperor Qilin?" The Red Robed Saint instantly saw through the totem sacred soul that Wu Hen possessed and frowned deeply.

"Because I am your descendant, my name is Cai Ting..." Wu Hen said.

The Red Robed Saint Xian Caidong's brows furrowed tightly, his handsome features resembling a bitter gourd, it was clear that he was astonished by this situation and found it somewhat unbelievable.

Thankfully, under the Time Law, such things could indeed happen.

And since Wu Hen had the Jade Emperor Qilin within him, it showed that his body was truly flowing with totem bloodline.

"In that case, you handle her for me." The Red Robed Saint Xian Caidong said.

"That won't work, her child is my descendant as well as yours." Wu Hen replied.

"Is your blood in her womb??" The Red Robed Saint's eyes widened. As the supreme god on this land, he would never be surprised or find the occurrences among men strange, yet he truly found it hard to remain composed concerning what was happening right now.

"Yes, if you kill her, it would be like killing your eleventh great-granddaughter-in-law and twelfth great-grandson."

"Nonsense, I can see she is not pregnant." The Red Robed Saint examined with his powerful Divine Sense and found that the woman was indeed not pregnant.

"We could try, and by next year, there will be one." Wu Hen said earnestly.

The Red Robed Ancestor was so furious that smoke nearly burst out of his seven orifices.

This kid was actually mocking him; if it weren't for the genuine totem bloodline in him, the Red Robed Saint would have swatted him to death like a clown in a heartbeat.

Mingyi thought she had always been a bit carefree, never imagining Wu Hen, crossing time and space into this Asura Battlefield, could be even more carefree than herself, telling such hell-level jokes at this time.

"So you too think my decision is wrong, that you need to cross time and space to stop me?" The Red Robed Saint, as expected of the Cosmic True God, had already pieced together where these people who fell from the sky came from and their reason for coming, even three hundred years ago.

He did indeed make a decision affecting the fate of all humankind: to obliterate the Night Nuwa Lineage.

But this decision would certainly have more significant consequences: all the future thriving Nuwa people would be destroyed, unable to grow perfectly like the Night Nuwa Lineage in their own greenhouse, growing strong enough to counter most otherworldly gods, to resist all laws... Most importantly, without the Nuwa God End, even the mightiest gods would be trapped in this Cang Chu Prison, himself included, without the possibility of escape.

This decision, whether right or wrong, Xian Caidong could not prove at this moment... But people from three hundred years later returning here via the lingering Nuwa God End opening the Time Law and standing in opposition has, to some extent, already proven that his current decision might have extremely detrimental impacts on the descendants of Cang Chu.

In just that moment, Red Robed Holy Ancestor Xian Caidong sorted out all the causality, so he also questioned Wu Hen, whether he wanted to stand on the side of the Night Nuwa Lineage to overthrow the native gods of all Cang Chu! ƒгeewebnovёl.com

"It's not about right or wrong. The changes of the times do not undergo fundamental change because of your decisions. We are not here to stop your slaughtering; you are just standing from your respective positions, perhaps mixed with resentment sown by villainous meddling, accidental grudges, interest conflicts... Whatever the cause, it no longer matters. In the centuries following Mie, lives were ravaged, suffering under the high dimension's torment, the Nuwa Lineage became a street rat, countless Nuwa civilizations were buried in the Desert Dust..." Wu Hen certainly did not expect the Holy Ancestor to have foreseen the future, so he sincerely described the view three hundred years hence.

"Is it so, that even someone like me, at such a realm, cannot change the fate of us being imprisoned here?" Holy Ancestor Xian Caidong's gaze turned somewhat confused, at this moment his eyes were similarly complex to Cai Lan standing atop the pinnacle.

"There is a thread of hope, please allow us to pass through the Seven-Colored Mountain and Sea; we need to plant the Seed of Hope for the Human Clan there, we are all Nuwa's people, were ten thousand years ago, a thousand years ago, are now, and will be three hundred years from now... If no one reaches the Heavenly Cyan Shore, stepping into a higher-dimensional world, we will never know how the sky was broken, what disaster flows down eroding the soil on which we survive." Wu Hen said.

"Is it the Infinite City of three hundred years later?" Holy Ancestor Xian Caidong raised his head, pointing at the mirrored world appearing in the sky, through his Divine Eye, he clearly saw the Human Clan Ten Thousand Veins including the Nuwa Lineage coexisting.

In merely three hundred years, all the deep animosities had been washed away by time, just recently Xian Caidong had issued his decree to the entire Holy Sect that any member encountering the Nuwa Lineage must kill without mercy, but... Three hundred years later, his decree was merely a wisp of cloud.

His divine anger, compared to time, was insignificant, which left Xian Caidong feeling infinite sorrow.

"Right, that's the Infinite City three hundred years from now. You can see that one standing on the Purple Jade Tower, she is your eleventh great-granddaughter, her name is Cai Lan, she stands, just like you, at the pinnacle of all Cang Chu..." Wu Hen pointed to the sky.

In the eyes of others, it was merely a splendid Divine Star, but both Wu Hen and Xian Caidong had reached high dimensions, and their gaze could cross time pits and dimensions to clearly see Cai Lan's silhouette and features.

In the instant Holy Ancestor Xian Caidong gazed upon Cai Lan, his expression utterly changed.

"The Night Leader indirectly caused his daughter's death..." Mingyi said faintly to Wu Hen at this moment.

The Night Leader, precisely the leader of the Night Nuwa Lineage.

This war concerned not only the standpoints on both sides but also involved many entangled grudges, not erupting spontaneously, but from multiple events cumulatively leading to the outbreak that could not be mediated by mere words from those from the future.

"You may go, I will not trouble you, but I will not spare any Night Nuwa descendants, nor those from the future, I need to give my child an account, blood debt must be repaid with blood!" The Red Robed Xian Caidong withdrew his gaze, more like he was retrieving his endless longing from another unrelated person, finally transforming into a massacre that would not alter for any external matter!

Future things are for future people to face.

What I must do is let the entire Night Nuwa Lineage be buried along with my daughter!

"If you truly want to change this history, what you should do is to travel to two months prior and exert all efforts to prevent that tragedy. My mercy was annihilated the moment my daughter's life ended..." The Red Robed Saint's fury did not quell after seeing Cai Lan resembling his daughter, it instead ignited entirely.

In fact, his inner rage had never been calm.

He was merely releasing it serenely!