Outside of Time

Combining all of this, a guess surfaced in Xu Qing's mind.

"The Brilliant Heaven God Race!"

Only the Brilliant Heaven God Race would emit origin energy waves of Wanggu.

Only the Brilliant Heaven God Race would have a different lineage from the fragmented-face.

Xu Qing's heart trembled but he didn't have the time to think too much at this moment. As the ghostly cries echoed and the illusory moon of death rose, a terrifying pressure erupted.

Xu Qing retreated. All of his divine authorities shone and the divine source in his body surged in unison while he rapidly thought of a solution.

Purple Moon could be considered to belong to the same category as this moon. However, Xu Qing didn't believe that his current Moon God Authority could confront It head-on.

Even though It was just a projection and a dead god.

Misfortune wasn't of much use here, and the God's Curse was clearly not suitable.

In that case… only the divine authority of sound could be used.

He gathered all the divine source in his body into the divine authority of sound, even augmenting it with his soul threads.

He unleashed his full strength!

His target wasn't the moon but the ghost cries that had summoned It.

He invaded this sound!

This process was dangerous during the descent of the decaying moon. Fortunately, Xu Qing had become adept at using the divine authority of sound due to constant practice in recent times.

Additionally, his divine authority's status was sufficient.

Finally, just as the decaying moon was about to be drawn into the mortal realm, the harsh, dissonant ghostly sound known as the 'Heavenly Voice Welcomes the Moon'—filled with wailing and off-key notes—was overtaken by Xu Qing's divine authority…

The sound was suppressed.

With a thought, he deprived the wailing of the hundred ghosts from this piece and used his divine authority to purify the noise.

Thus, a melody that caused Xu Qing's mind to become momentarily entranced emerged. After tens of thousands of years, the melody traversed through time, drifting from the past to reappear in the depths of the sea.

According to the legends, Heavenly Voice Welcomes the Moon was the first music in Wanggu.

It was indescribably beautiful.

Its ethereal, mysterious, and beautiful nature could only be described with the words 'heavenly voice'.

It could even be said to be a part of the divine authority of sound.

It was composed for the moon, written for the moon, and played exclusively for the moon.

The young girl's face on the decaying moon's image softened.

As the melody swayed and eventually concluded, the image of the moon became blurred and finally dissipated into the sea.

Only Xu Qing remained standing there. It took a long time for his mind to recover, and within his heart, endless waves of emotion surged.

"So, this is the Heavenly Voice Welcomes the Moon…"

""After the Golden Crow returned to its palace, the musician played 'Heavenly Voice Welcomes the Moon,' which was meant to welcome the moon formed by the Brilliant Heaven God Race!"

"Then, the origin of the Golden Crow and that figure who resembled a young emperor, how…"

Xu Qing already had a guess.

However, he wasn't sure. Hence, he suppressed this guess and looked into the distance.

The severed hand had already fled.

However, it had exchanged moves with Xu Qing, thus becoming entangled in cause and effect. As long as it wasn't too far away, it would remain within Xu Qing's divine perception.

Xu Qing closed his eyes and sensed. He locked onto a direction and transformed into sound, silently disappearing.

As for this area where the Heavenly Voice Welcomes the Moon once echoed, it gradually returned to silence.

…

The pavilion on the celestial mountain of the Evil Life Holy Land was also silent.

Eleven figures sat in the pavilion.

Their appearances were different. In the middle was the white-jade old man who had taken back the stone door from the Corpse Forbidden.

Now, they were all silent.

The reason for this was something said during their discussion earlier.

"Nanhuang Continent, suspected to have a Summer Immortal!"

A long time later, the white-jade old man, who was the master of the Evil Life Holy Land, slowly spoke.

"The situation in Wanggu is different from what we knew before we came."

"Since that's the case, we shall still maintain our previous decision and not act rashly. When the earth-level or even heaven-level holy lands descend in the future, we'll listen to their arrangements."

After the old man finished speaking, another elder from the Evil Life Holy Land hesitated for a moment before respectfully speaking.

"Ancestor, we have been here for several months. The clansmen are becoming increasingly agitated and they can't hold it in anymore. They yearn for the flesh and blood of the outside world but they are forced to merely watch…"

"In addition, our race's population is limited and requires new blood for replenishment. The nearby islands' smaller races have been investigated, and there are a dozen or so that are quite suitable."

"Those suitable races have had their bodies nurtured sufficiently, and they can be parasitized at any time. Within a month, they can be catalyzed to be consumed by the larvae, thus giving birth to new members of our race."

"This matter is kept secret and should not be detected. Moreover, that existence suspected to be Summer Immortal is currently in seclusion…"

After this elder finished speaking, he looked at the ancestor.

The other elders also looked over, waiting for the ancestor's decision.

The White Jade Ancestor remained silent for a while before shaking his head.

"Tell the clansmen to wait a little longer. The time isn't ripe yet."

"At the very least, we must wait for Transient Evil to exit seclusion. He has been in seclusion for a hundred years, focusing entirely on breaking through to the Ruler Realm. Now is a critical moment for him, and a breakthrough is within reach. He cannot afford too many disruptions at this time."

"And when he succeeds, our race will have two Rulers. At that time, this old man won't have to worry too much about many things."

The White Jade Ancestor calmly spoke.

Everyone agreed and announced the decree of the holy land to their respective factions.

…

"The ancestor's decree to persist with the previous policy will last until my father comes out of seclusion. This is really a little too conservative."

Below the Evil Life Holy Land's mountain and above the surface of the Forbidden Sea, because of the cold air from the blue ice earlier, icicles formed here.

The surface of the sea was also filled with ice sand that emitted endless cold air.

At that moment, on this patch of ice sand, a young man from the Evil Life Race dressed in luxurious clothes spoke in a slightly gloomy tone as he moved forward.

This person looked like a human, but there was a closed eye on his forehead. His expression was cold and his eyes were dark like the pitch-black night sky, flickering with a cunning, cold, and cruel glint.

Behind him were nine Dao Protectors, each emitting a terrifying aura. When they heard him, they remained silent.

The youth didn't need their replies. His identity and bloodline allowed him to ignore many rules in the Evil Life Holy Land.

At that moment, he had previously arrived at an area. When he stopped here, one of the Dao Protectors behind him stepped forward and spoke in a low voice.

"The two pioneers of our race died here."

The youth's gaze landed on the ice sand and a strange glint flashed in his eyes.

"Interesting. According to the feedback from the innate secret art, the killer is the sky, the earth, the wind, the sea, the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea, ferocious beasts…"

"Countless traces, yet it gives off a feeling of being completely clean."

The young man pondered, then suddenly opened the third eye on his forehead, revealing a sinister gleam as he gazed beneath the ice sand.

A long time later, the third eye closed again.

"Even the karma is broken."

As he mumbled, the youth's interest was evidently piqued. He suddenly raised his right hand and a needle with blood threads on it flew out from his palm.

It danced in front of him as though it was sewing up the void.

"If so, I merely need to stitch up the karma with this needle left behind by a Great Emperor."

The young man smiled. The blood needle in front of him, now finished with its stitching, returned to his palm, adding another line to his palm print.

Staring at the additional palm line, the youth calmly spoke.

"Now, as considerable as the killer appears within my awareness range, I'll be able to lock onto him."

"Let's go. Although this sea is filthy, the so-called heaven's chosen materials you marked earlier are indeed quite good. Let's retrieve them first. If we encounter that killer along the way, that would be perfect."

As the youth spoke, he calmly walked forward, while the Dao Protectors behind him followed.

Soon, the group of ten walked out of the ice sand area and headed outside the range of the holy land.