Otherworldly Desert Dust

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Previously, you always had "ant" on your lips, donning an aloof demeanor, teaching the world with your celestial body!

Now, how are you any different from a dung beetle in the desert?

At least an ant doesn't emit such a foul stench!

"Spare me, spare me, Lord, please spare me, if you kill me, it will only bring greater disaster upon you, I am..." The Yellow Robed Yin Gong hurriedly tried to pull out the backing behind him.

Hearing these words, Wu Hen frowned.

"Swoosh!"

One vertical slash, and the Yellow Robed Yin Gong's body split in two from head to crotch!

The two faces of the Yellow Robed Yin Gong split apart, one half incredulous, the other confused. He couldn't believe that he was cut in half before he even had a chance to reveal his identity!

Wu Hen swept the Death Sword in his hand, flinging off the dirty golden blood.

Enough dawdling, am I still going to enjoy my meal??

The most annoying thing is to slay the small fry, then the bigger ones come, and after slaying the bigger ones, what's next, their ancestors? Can't all of them fit into one stew pot or what?

A wisp of soul breath emerged, exuding the essence of Yuan You, floating gently like a smoky serpent.

Little Yi seized the moment, and without letting the opponent escape, immediately bit into the golden soul breath!

The rich, fulfilling energy in that bite brought a wave of satisfaction to Little Yi, who wagged its little tail happily as if savoring a mouthful of golden-rich delicacy for the first time, like an inland dweller tasting Australian lobster for the first time!

Wu Hen was also watching Little Yi at this moment, noticing that Little Yi resembled a mini Witch Dragon. Its tail was entwined around Wu Hen's arm, but its body took the form of an Ancient Spirit Sword made of black ink, making it difficult for Wu Hen to discern whether Little Yi was a sword or a dragon.

Inside his body, those divine thunderbolts were still blooming like sacred flowers, radiating a dazzling brilliance that made Wu Hen's physique appear as ethereal and beautiful as the Milky Way. Compared to the Yellow Robed Yin Gong, who was composed of golden dust worms, Wu Hen resembled a true Galaxy Celestial, enshrouded in a black void as cold as the universe, seemingly the master of destruction and death, in contrast to the vitality and creation it opposed.

"Slurp, slurp~~~~"

Little Yi feasted gleefully. It was evident that Zai Wu's flesh was barely an appetizer, but the soul breath of this Yellow Robed Yin Gong was Little Yi's main course, offering it a sense of security.

Wu Hen just felt that Little Yi was eating a bit too hastily.

Originally wanting it to slow down, a giant, staggering image suddenly flashed in his mind, the feeling was so magical, as if his soul had captured an ominous foreboding, but his body was a bit sluggish!

Something was descending!!

Wu Hen abruptly looked up, his gaze piercing through the long sky converging into yellow sand clouds, glimpsing a Heavenly Gate emerging in the dust-clouded horizon!

The Heavenly Gate, just like the mirage seen in the desert basin earlier, was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. But it could be certain that what lay beyond the gate led to an utterly terrifying otherworldly realm!

From within the Cloud Heavenly Gate, a figure slowly emerged.

It was a woman, exuding a silver moonlight amidst the swirling dust and ashes. Draped in fluttering garments, with a feathered crown on her head, she resembled a Guanghan Fairy walking out from ancient mythology!

After the Black Divine Material in his body showed holiness, Wu Hen's sense of hearing had significantly improved. In fact, when he was in Yinzhou, he had already heard whispers from the higher sky.

It seemed that after slaying the small fry, the bigger ones finally came.

They were, in simple terms, always overlooking from above.

But who exactly were they?

With both temple Yin Gong and Cloud Heavenly Gate appearing, could it be that the celestial beings of otherworldly dust, all the myths and legends passed down through humans, were actually their projections?

Had he encountered the true Heavenly Gods of human legend??

He glanced at Little Yi.

No wonder Little Yi was eating so fast.

There was something more behind this Yellow Robed Yin Gong!

"Young friend, your heart is too filled with killing intent. Why not spare his life?" inquired the cold moon woman.

"What's behind that gate?" Wu Hen ignored the question and pointed at the gate resembling the South Heaven Gate.

"Yin Pole Heavenly Court," the cold moon woman answered, her brows carrying a hint of arrogance but trying hard to appear peaceful towards a lower being.

"How many like you exist?" Wu Hen continued his questioning.

"You may have a glance," the cold moon woman said flatly.

Saying this, she gently waved her sleeve, dispersing the dust in the sky. For a moment, the vast realm of otherworldly dust turned into an ancient mountain range, layer upon layer, with no visible boundary.

In those layers upon layers of the sky, there stood a Heavenly Gate, and beyond the gate was a solemn and sacred Immortal Court!

However, this Immortal Court was different from the legendary realm shrouded in purple aura and radiant glory. It radiated an extreme cold as if it were Senluo Hall, devoid of any vitality or life force...

In the Immortal Court in the sky, there were no awe-inspiring Heavenly Gods donned in red armor, no venerable old sages, nor stunningly beautiful fairies. Instead, there were Underworld Priests with pale faces and bodies exuding a chilling aura!!

Even the cold moon woman before him, her white robe fluttering, exuding a frosted demeanor, bore more resemblance to the legendary White Impermanence!

Yin Pole Heavenly Court!

What a Yin Pole Heavenly Court indeed!

It was as if hell had suddenly ascended to the sky, replacing the mighty divinities to rule over humanity!

No wonder this land was abound with plague locusts, and people followed each other like the bewitched towards the Netherworld, the Nuwa God End might have accidentally crossed the Two Realms Mountain, entering what was essentially the self-proclaimed Heavenly Court of hell!

"Those who disrespect the Yin Pole Heavenly Court may be executed!" declared a robust Underworld Martial God.

"No rush, no rush, leave it to the Yin Pole Xuan Woman," said King Yan, sitting high in the Underworld Heavenly Court.

Wu Hen only heard these haughty words.

Their demeanor was leisurely, their tone carrying a slight displeasure, as if a group of lofty judges reading a criminal's file, deciding whether to be lenient or harsh based on the criminal's attitude.

Only after a fleeting glance, that Yin Pole Heavenly Gate closed, making it seem like it was already a great honor for a mere mortal to get even a glimpse.

"Shall we have a good talk?" asked the woman who was referred to as the Yin Pole Xuan Woman.

"Sure, why not talk? How do you want to talk? Anyway, this yellow dung beetle has been chopped up by me," Wu Hen said, though his hand gripping the sword didn't relax.

They weren't attacking directly, instead, they were talking with him.

Clearly, they feared the Black Divine Miracle. What kind of world exactly was otherworldly dust, and what kind of hierarchy did the life chain form, these Wu Hen did not know. With Wushuang still present, it was a good opportunity to probe a bit.

The Yin Pole Xuan Woman frowned slightly, clearly displeased with Wu Hen's nonchalant tone, but begrudgingly, the sword in his hand was indeed formidable.