Chapter 1828: Suppressing the Floating Life Painting

Red Dust Domain.

Yang Muquan had a blade of grass in his mouth, lying on the mottled turf, staring blankly at the azure sky above, which remained fixed like an oil painting.

A slight rustling of footsteps sounded from the side.

A young man carrying a giant calligraphy brush stopped beside Yang Muquan.

"You know these weeds contain trace amounts of nuclear radiation... right?" Lü Liangren glanced at him.

Yang Muquan was stunned.

He immediately sat up, spitting out the grass in his mouth with a look of utter disgust.

"I was wondering why it tasted so weird... I almost got poisoned."

"You won't be poisoned," Lü Liangren replied calmly. "The Red Dust Domain has existed for over three hundred years. The nuclear radiation content is extremely low now. Unless you chew on this stuff every day for decades, there's no risk of cancer."

"...That’s still scary!" Yang Muquan shrugged. "I really don't know why we're guarding this empty nuclear ruin... when the Red Dust Prison outside has developed so well."

Lü Liangren looked at him. "Yang Muquan... how long have you been in the Fifth Hall?"

Yang Muquan thought for a moment. "Last year... no, I came at the end of the year before last."

"This place is the root of the entire domain, and even the prison you speak of," Lü Liangren said slowly. "The reason so many people outside can live in peace is because of this place... there are people sacrificing their youth and even their lives for it."

"And the meaning of our Floating Life Painting's existence is to protect them."

Yang Muquan seemed to think of something, his gaze shifting to a certain part of the village...

"But... aren't we a bit too shabby?" Yang Muquan sighed. "The entire Floating Life Painting only has five people in total..."

"After all, in this era, there aren't many people willing to join us anymore..."

Before Lü Liangren could finish his sentence.

A heaven-shaking explosion erupted from a certain direction!

Boom—!!!

Lü Liangren seemed to sense something, his expression changing.

"Something's wrong..."

"Who is it??"

Lü Liangren didn't hesitate to transform into a streak of ink, flying toward the direction of the sound. Yang Muquan followed closely behind.

It wasn't just them; several streaks of light flew out from various parts of the village. The wind whistled past their ears, and as they drew closer to the source of the sound, two figures came into their view.

Walking in front was a plainly dressed young man with a hairpin in his hair and an ink marker hanging at his waist, strolling as if he were in his own garden.

Behind him followed a young boy, who was currently looking around with curiosity.

"Duke... so there is such a place in the Red Dust Prison?" Jing Si asked in surprise.

This was Jing Si's first time on a business trip with his cheap boss.

To be honest, he didn't expect the Emperor to send the White Egret Division to the Red Dust Prison, and he wasn't prepared at all... Ultimately, he was just a newcomer who had just joined the White Egret Division. Being on a mission with this legendary figure right off the bat, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.

"I'm not entirely sure of the specifics, but it is said that this is the heart of the Red Dust Prison... and also where the Red Dust Lord sleeps," Duke Xing replied calmly. "Our mission is to control this place."

"Control this place?" Jing Si was bewildered. "It looks completely abandoned here..."

Duke Xing slowly stopped walking.

"It appears... that is not the case."

Jing Si turned to look in the direction of Duke Xing's gaze, only to see four figures rushing toward them. The leader was a young man carrying a giant calligraphy brush, and the aura he exuded was actually that of an Eighth-Order.

Jing Si was somewhat surprised. Such an abandoned village actually had an Eighth-Order guarding it... and looking at the others, their ranks weren't low either.

"All of them are Blue God-Dao..." Jing Si muttered to himself.

"Who goes there? How dare you trespass into the Red Dust Domain?!"

Lü Liangren's deep voice sounded like thunder.

Duke Xing walked forward expressionlessly. The next second, a domain suddenly expanded beneath his feet!

The scenery in the village, outlined in ink, instantly melted like snow, revealing the barren, infertile land and the smog-like sky. The emerald willow leaves turned into withered branches; the exquisitely carved small bridges and flowing water became bare and flat; it was as if the entire village had turned into ruins in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the earth and sky seemed to turn into some kind of precise tool. The outlines of gears and mortise-and-tenon joints emerged in the void, and as they engaged and turned, the entire village was dismantled, like pieces of a scrambled puzzle.

This scene, falling into the eyes of Lü Liangren and the others, left them shocked!

The Red Dust Domain they had disguised for so long had been exposed to its true form by this young man with just a single thought, and the coverage was so vast...

Could this be a Ninth-Order Demigod?!

Lü Liangren spoke immediately:

"May I ask which Duke from Chengtian you are?"

Lü Liangren knew that the power of a demigod was definitely not something they could easily contend with. Fortunately, for so many years, the Emperor of Chengtian had not launched a purge against the Floating Life Painting, so they shouldn't be considered enemies... At this moment, he could only take the initiative to ask about the other party's intentions.

"...Xing."

"So it is Duke Xing," Lü Liangren said afterward. "May I ask what business brings Duke Xing to the Red Dust Domain? Is there anything we can help with?"

Duke Xing scanned them and replied calmly:

"To garrison the Red Dust."

Duke Xing flicked his finger against the ink marker at his waist. An ink line instantly flew out, crossing the void and binding Lü Liangren and the other Floating Life Painting hall members.

The speed of this ink line was so fast that Lü Liangren and the others couldn't react at all. Yang Muquan widened his eyes, preparing to curse this person for being inexplicably underhanded, but after being glared at by Lü Liangren, he silently shut his mouth.

"My apologies, everyone," Duke Xing raised his hand slightly, and these people fell toward a certain direction. "During this time, there cannot be any dangerous factors here... please stay quietly for a few days."

Lü Liangren did not resist. He knew that in front of a demigod, they had absolutely no chance of winning in a head-on fight... Fortunately, this Duke Xing didn't seem to have any murderous intent; he just wanted to imprison them.

It's just that...

Lü Liangren's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a certain direction in the village.

Counting the time, the one in the Red Dust should be waking up soon... Could this Duke coming here at this time be related to that?

A faint light flickered in Lü Liangren's eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but his figure was still suppressed to a certain place in the village along with the other hall members.

Confirming that there were no other people in this village, Duke Xing restrained his aura and returned to calm.

"Here... why is it like this?" Jing Si looked at the ruin-like, lifeless village, seemingly in disbelief.

"The flowers, plants, and sky from before were all painted on," Duke Xing replied slowly.

"Now, this is its true appearance."