Chapter 1215: Book Embroidery Paves the Way

Wushan ruins.

Dazzling starlight exploded from Chen Ling's body, and under the gaze of everyone, his figure slowly rose into the sky...

The hem of his opera robe billowed in the wind. The moment Chen Ling opened his eyes, stars lit up in the firmament of Wushan Town. This starlight seemed not to be blocked by haze and dark clouds; even if the sky was gray, they were still dazzling!

And Chen Ling stepped on the starlight, as if his figure had already connected with the starry sky.

Seeing this scene, the crowd following behind were all stunned...

"What's the situation?" Sun Bumian looked suspiciously at Chen Ling's back as he flew into the sky. "How did he become a star again..."

"I don't know, he's always been quite weird."

Shen Nan shrugged.

"Tsk, it's red paper, then stars, then reshaping... Young people these days learn such a mix, not pure at all." Sun Bumian muttered. "Expel him from the opera registry!"

Shen Nan: ...

Ying Fu didn't seem surprised that Chen Ling suddenly mastered Lu Xun's ability, just frowning at his back, not knowing what he was pondering.

At the same time, Chen Ling's voice sounded from above:

"I'll stabilize those shelters; the task of leading the charge is left to you."

Ying Fu came back to his senses and snorted coldly. "I don't need you to remind me what I should do."

Chen Ling's figure flew higher and higher in the starlight. He looked down at the town that had been occupied by the Bitter Flesh Turbid Forest, his mental power constantly consumed, and stars in the sky began to stir up starlight.

Perhaps it was Lu Xun's poetic interpretation of starlight that gave "Starlight Sonata" a "purification"-like ability. When the corresponding stars lit up, wherever the starlight reached, all existences symbolizing "evil" would be expelled. Chen Ling could vaguely sense that the upper limit of this ability was far more than this, but now he could only exert this eighth-order ability to this extent...

But for the current situation, it was enough.

Chen Ling injected mental power into the stars above Lu Xun's shelter. The agitated starlight flowed, and the calamity roots that had originally been deeply coiled around the shelter began to retreat. In this Gray Realm area where calamities grew wildly, a pure land was opened up.

Although one shelter was temporarily saved, it was far from enough. Chen Ling's gaze fell on other shelters besieged by calamities. As rays of starlight lit up, more and more areas were cleared. Deep in the earth, which had been ravaged by calamities, the ruins of shelters emerged one after another...

Lu Xun and the others did indeed preserve a Grade B shelter intact, but there were dozens of such shelters in Wushan Town.

Without the protection of Lu Xun and the others, the situation in other shelters was extremely tragic. Almost half of the shelters had been coiled by calamities to the point of complete collapse, and the people hiding inside had also become nutrients for the Bitter Flesh Turbid Forest. Looking around, there were only ruins of corpses with dried blood. Even if there were survivors in the remaining shelters, there were not one in ten.

Those survivors who had experienced purgatory had completely collapsed. They hid numbly in the corners of the relatively sturdy shelters, staring blankly at the starlight shining above their heads amidst the corpses all over the ground...

Their eyes were blurred and bewildered.

Chen Ling looked down at these numb and painful figures and sighed softly... How many survivors are there in Wushan Town now? Fifty thousand? Thirty thousand? Chen Ling didn't know, but what was certain was that the number of survivors was far lower than Sun Zhongliang's initial expectations, which was enough to prove the tragedy of this Bitter Flesh Turbid Forest invasion.

Starlight filled the sky, and Chen Ling's mental power was also being consumed crazily. For him now, supporting such a large range of starlight was still too much of a strain.

His gaze looked at the group of figures that cut across the earth like a sharp knife and pierced straight into the abdomen of the Bitter Flesh Turbid Forest, muttering to himself:

"Must be faster..."

……

"Are... are we saved?"

In a Grade B shelter on the edge of the town, several figures staggered up from the ground. They looked at the starlight shining above their heads and the empty ruins around them, a look of bewilderment flashing in their eyes.

Those monsters seemed to have left. Although too many people had died here, they seemed to have survived...

Among them, someone bravely stood out first, cautiously stepping over the human corpses that had been sucked dry around them, and climbed toward the surface bit by bit.

After having the first example, more and more people began to try to explore upward. After all, no one wanted to stay in this place that had just been attacked by monsters; no one knew when those monsters would come back.

"Brother, what's the situation up there??" Someone shouted upward.

The first figure to climb to the surface panted and looked up, but the next moment, he was struck by lightning and froze in place...

Eerie plants like skyscrapers clung to the surrounding building ruins like aliens in a disaster movie. At a glance, it looked like a forest that made one's scalp tingle. The flesh-like skin wriggled in the air, as if some giant monster was breathing rhythmically.

"Mon... monster..." The man was scared silly when he saw this scene.

He had naively thought that those calamities had left. Now it seemed that they had completely occupied this place as their lair, as if waiting for that annoying starlight to disappear, eyeing the dense nutrients here.

"What?" The people below didn't seem to hear clearly.

Before he could say anything else, the nearest calamity branch lashed out like a swift dragon, wanting to tear him into pieces!

Just then, the edge of the wriggling, breathing forest exploded!!

Boom—!!

A long spear wreathed in purple thunder directly tore a gap in the original flesh-and-blood plants. Ying Fu, wearing a black coat, walked out of the swirling dust, his golden pupils glowing with purple energy burning like a scorching sun.

"Kill." He said indifferently.

Dense figures rushed in from the gap. Some flew, some ran, and various Divine Paths kept emerging from their bodies, roaring as they rushed toward the wriggling Bitter Flesh Turbid Forest calamities around them!

The survivors hadn't recovered from the destructive power of the purple long spear when they saw a gorgeous oriental dragon fall from the firmament. With a light step, it crushed a broken building covered in calamities into fragments. If anyone looked closely, they would find that this dragon was actually woven from countless fine threads.

The giant embroidery silk dragon danced above the calamities, and Xiao Chunping on its back waved her hand gently. Countless threads were like an overwhelming curtain of rain, washing over the flesh-and-blood vines clinging to the earth and buildings.

Han Xiang picked out a stone-gray "丿" from the rubble. He held this stroke in the air, and more and more strokes were extracted from the matter in all directions, finally combining into a giant character that stood between heaven and earth:

——【Slash】