Chapter 1220: Turbid Calamity

Xiao Chunping didn't understand what Han Xiang meant. She frowned, withdrew her gaze, and muttered:

"At your age, why play the hero..."

Han Xiang laughed heartily, gently stroking his beard, his gaze falling on the three giant trees and the saprophytic wave close at hand. "How many years has it been since you and I joined forces?"

"I don't know. Must be twenty years."

"Any confidence?"

Beneath her silver hair, her eyes were filled with pride and fighting spirit. She seemed to have grown a dozen years younger, full of vigor and unstoppable momentum.

"If I throw my life into it, while I can't kill them all, holding them off for a few minutes shouldn't be a problem."

"A few minutes... that should be enough."

The embroidered dragon danced, the two figures standing tall upon it. The next second, the vast saprophytic wave and roots completely swallowed their forms...

……

"Your Majesty, Han Xiang, he..."

Fu Kun saw this and opened his mouth, his eyes turning red.

Ying Fu didn't answer, just quietly watching the writhing wave, his purple-gold pupils as deep as lakes. No one knew what he was thinking at that moment.

Beside him, Chen Ling’s fists also slowly clenched.

*Boom—!!!*

An earth-shattering explosion erupted from the pitch-black wave. The next second, the roar of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix sounded simultaneously in the depths of the Bitter-Flesh Turbid Forest!

An embroidered dragon broke through the endless roots with a roar. As it danced wildly, massive amounts of silk threads were pulled from its body, re-weaving in the void as if to embroider a new painting upon the firmament...

And the moment the embroidered dragon broke through, a black phoenix woven from ink and brushstrokes struck across the sky, like ink stains written wantonly on paper, flowing over that massive embroidered picture!

Su embroidery becomes a picture; the brushstroke becomes a character.

Amidst those two violent mental storms, a towering Su embroidery calligraphy and painting was rapidly taking shape!

This painting was like a screen, cutting off all the plants crawling out from the rift. Dense roots and branches tried to break through, but for a time, they could only leave bulging marks on the surface of the embroidery!

Whether it was Chen Ling, Ying Fu, the White Hands of the 749 Bureau, or the ordinary people, everyone was stunned by the towering calligraphy and painting... but soon, Ying Fu’s voice rang out from above:

"Run!"

The crowd snapped back to reality, tore their eyes away from the painting, and sprinted into the distance while no calamities were following them!

Chen Ling hadn't expected Xiao Chunping to be so determined to stay behind to cover their retreat, nor that Han Xiang would join her... and he certainly hadn't expected that their combined strength would be so great, capable of cutting off a portion of the calamity flood.

But there was no doubt... he knew Xiao Chunping would never return.

This elderly woman had been in poor health long before Chen Ling arrived at the Su Embroidery Museum. Coupled with the fighting along the way and exposure to radiation, she was severely overdrawn. This time, she had thrown her life away to cover for everyone; such a towering embroidered picture was not something someone of her rank could easily manifest.

At the same time, the mental power of Ying Fu beside him began to drop.

From the peak of the Sixth Rank, it slid all the way down, finally barely stopping at the threshold of the Sixth Rank... If he hadn't subdued many ministers last night, he would have likely fallen back to the Fifth Rank by now.

"Your Majesty, Han Xiang, he..." Fu Kun hesitated.

"Han Xiang is gone," Ying Fu said, a complex look flashing in the depths of his eyes. "When everything is over... bury him with honors."

Fu Kun nodded.

In the distance.

Sun Bumian, who was entangled with two Ghost Path envoys, also turned to look in the direction of the painting.

"...How long has it been since I’ve seen a scene like this?" Sun Bumian felt a mix of emotion and sorrow. "Two more true inheritors of this era are gone..."

"Sun Bumian, you’re actually looking around?"

Shuxi, seeing that Sun Bumian didn't take them seriously at all, was furious and charged up again aggressively.

The lion and the two envoys continued to circle in the air, and the people in the shelter ran further and further away. Just then, a sudden change occurred!

In the center of the painting blocking the rift, a small hill-like bulge suddenly arched up. The next second, a sharp explosion came from behind, and a massive super-root actually pierced straight through it!!

*Thud—!!!*

A foul-smelling gust of wind swept across the earth, nearly knocking the fleeing civilians over.

They looked back in astonishment, only to see that a thick, massive plant root had squeezed out from the largest rift... The root was so large that it crushed the small calamities that had just managed to crawl out into paste. With just one strike, it punched a huge hole in the painting that had been able to hold back the saprophytic wave for minutes!

"That is..." Sensing the world-ending aura radiating from the super-root, Chen Ling’s pupils contracted sharply!

Ying Fu’s face turned incredibly grim.

"Turbid Calamity... even it has been disturbed??"

"How could this be..." Fu Kun’s face turned deathly pale under the pressure of that world-ending aura, and he muttered to himself, "The painting that Han Xiang gave his life to create... was broken just like that??"

A super-root rose above the ruins, like some giant creature reaching out a hand from the depths of the Bitter-Flesh Turbid Forest, easily blocking out the sunlight...

The surface of the root was covered in blood vessels, breathing rhythmically as if sensing the air and moisture of this world. The tip of the root seemed to have eyes, looking toward the evacuating crowd.

No, not just the crowd.

It seemed to sense something, turning along the direction they were running, and finally locked onto Mount Wu, where the 7012 underground project was located. The blood vessels on its surface pulsed, as if it had found a massive amount of food and was jubilant!

"It can actually sense the 7012 underground project through such deep layers of soil???"

Sun Bumian saw its intent and widened his eyes in disbelief.

Seeing the super-root piercing through the rift, Kongwang and Shuxi stopped their movements. Although they were also surprised and confused by the monster’s appearance, Shuxi remained silent for a long time before slowly saying:

"I told you, you want to defy the heavens and change fate, how could it be that easy..."

"Back then, you couldn't even change your master’s fate... let alone theirs?"

Hearing this, Sun Bumian’s heart trembled.

"Damn it, it’s locked onto us and the underground project." Ying Fu decisively turned to Chen Ling. "Think of something, fast."

"??? What can I possibly do!" Chen Ling was speechless.

"You are the Mockery Calamity. Here, only you have the possibility of holding it back... no, you might even be able to kill it!"

Ying Fu looked into Chen Ling’s eyes, his tone incredibly serious. "If we don't solve this Turbid Calamity, today, everyone will die!"