Chapter 666: Embroidery Threads Appear

The dust and sand were annihilated.

The churning mushroom cloud rose from the scarred ruins like a black god of death. Endless light and heat filled the sky, and from any angle in the Red Dust Domain, one could see this world-destroying scene.

Visible shockwaves spread crazily, making the residents who were still fleeing or had already reached the Red Dust main city unable to stand steady. They looked in terror toward the direction of the nuclear explosion, their breathing momentarily suspended.

The last time the Red Dust Domain suffered a nuclear strike was over three hundred years ago. After generation upon generation of change, the residents of the Red Dust Domain had long forgotten the horror of nuclear strikes; they had never seen such a shocking scene. Even the total damage caused by the Witchcraft Association members combined didn't equal the range of the single nuclear strike detonated by the Wuji Sovereign.

The churning black god of death floated slowly into the clouds, overlooking all living things. The prelude to the "Domain Extinction War" had truly begun at this moment.

"That kind of monster... who can deal with it..."

A figure hid in the shadows of the walls of the Red Dust main city, muttering to himself.

His name was Mu Changdong, an Architect of the Floating Life Painting. His daily work was to maintain the "scroll" of a district in the Red Dust main city, and now he was responsible for guarding the city gate to prevent people from the Witchcraft Association from slaughtering the residents.

Originally, Mu Changdong had quite a bit of confidence in the Floating Life Painting. With those incredibly strong Halls, he couldn't imagine how the Wuji Domain could fight back. But now he realized he was wrong...

After witnessing this nuclear explosion, he couldn't imagine how the Red Dust Domain could win.

At this moment, at the gate of the Red Dust main city, many refugees from the towns also looked with pale faces toward the direction where the mushroom cloud had risen. That wasteland, now annihilated into nothingness, had once been the home where their generations had lived.

If they hadn't fled to the Red Dust main city in time, they would likely have also...

"Mommy, I'm scared..."

"Don't be scared, don't be scared." The mother covered the child's eyes, her lips trembling as she spoke, unsure if she was comforting her daughter or herself. "It's okay... we'll be okay..."

"Will we turn into mushrooms too?"

"No... isn't it said that the Red Dust is protected by the gods?" A refugee beside them, who had also fled to the main city gate, suddenly spoke up.

The mother opened her mouth, momentarily at a loss for how to answer, and could only follow up on that statement to comfort her daughter. "That's right, the Red Dust is protected by the gods... we won't turn into mushrooms."

The girl, her eyes still covered, was trembling slightly from fear. Hearing this, she finally seemed to regain some courage, clasping her hands together in devout prayer:

"I hope the gods can come and save me... I don't want to turn into a mushroom."

Hearing this, Mu Changdong felt a sense of helplessness in his heart.

As a member of the Floating Life Gallery, he naturally knew the truth behind the so-called "gods" legends.

They were nothing more than a group of bored Floating Life Gallery members who couldn't resist their desire to show off and be worshipped, secretly concocting these things. They used the power of "scrolls" to casually manipulate the weather and alter the environment, which in the eyes of some residents became an omnipotent "god"... Mu Changdong had played like this before when he was in the mood; after all, who doesn't like manifesting miracles in front of others?

But in the end, they were just a bunch of irresponsible Tier 2 or Tier 3 Architects, the kind that Wuji Jun could slap to death by the hundreds...

It was nothing short of ironic that the "gods" played by this group of guys had now become the straw the people clung to for survival.

"If only there really were gods... that would be so nice."

Mu Changdong looked in the direction where the nuclear explosion had vanished and let out a long sigh.

……

Nuclear ruins.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

A weak coughing sound echoed from the shattered earth. Lu Liangren, his entire body charred black, staggered to his feet, scarlet blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.

This battlefield had endured his great battle with Brand, the joint bombardment of several Halls, and then Wuji Jun's Earth Avatar and the nuclear explosion. It had now been transformed into a super-crater sunken deep below the horizon.

Burning embers drifted in the air, and the charred earth was dead and desolate, like standing in a crater on the surface of the moon; not a single trace of the Red Dust domain could be seen anymore.

"Damn it..."

Lu Liangren's gaze swept across the surroundings, as if locking onto something. His pupils contracted slightly, and he stumbled toward that spot.

His originally pristine white clothes were now tattered and ruined. He used both hands to dig through a patch of charred wasteland, and a broken, fragmented picture frame gradually appeared before his eyes; the abstract face inside had also vanished.

Lu Liangren froze.

"...Hey! Hey!!" Lu Liangren grabbed the fragments of the half-frame, his eyes bloodshot. "Wanxiang! Wanxiang!!"

"It seems his body isn't as sturdy as yours."

A calm voice came from behind him.

Lu Liangren whipped his head around to look, only to see that earth giant towering into the clouds still standing on the charred wasteland. But at this moment, the radiance of the Philosopher's Stone was gone from the giant's head, and it no longer moved, standing silently in place like a statue.

Before the giant's remains, a figure in a research robe was slowly walking toward him.

He tossed something aside, and it fell to the earth.

It was the other half of the picture frame, only now it had been transmuted into glass. As it hit the ground, it shattered into a pile of debris with a bang, and half of a dead, gray abstract face slowly drifted away before Lu Liangren.

Second Hall, dead.

Lu Liangren stared blankly at this scene, the hand holding the other half of the frame trembling with rage!

"Wuji!!"

He roared, gripping his eight-foot ink brush with all his might, and charged toward him like a general wielding a halberd, desperate to fight to the death!

Monstrous killing intent transformed into a tangible army of ink, rolling and extending from his side. In the blink of an eye, an iron cavalry of tens of thousands filled the space around Lu Liangren, slamming into Wuji Jun and engulfing him!

But the next moment, Wuji Jun's body transformed into flowing mercury. Even as the ink-drawn cavalry crashed through his body, it failed to cause him the slightest harm...

The mercury-surging body flickered within the ink army, and when it reappeared, it was already right in front of Lu Liangren.

Lu Liangren's pupils contracted sharply!

He reacted with lightning speed, swinging his ink brush, the tip instantly weaving the blade of a halberd. But the moment it touched Wuji Jun, it simply disintegrated and scattered, dissipating lightly into mid-air...

In its place was a piece of cotton, fluttering like a dandelion, brushing against Wuji Jun's calm cheek.

At the same time, Lu Liangren's right hand, which had been holding the eight-foot ink brush, also turned into a sky full of cotton; a gentle breeze blew, and it was left empty.

Lu Liangren's eyes were filled with disbelief!

"Kill you, and the Floating Life Gallery will be extinct."

Wuji Jun spoke faintly, his slender palm lifting to gently touch Lu Liangren's cheek...

Just then,

A red embroidered thread traveled out from the empty void, instantly wrapping around Wuji Jun's wrist!