Chapter 702: The Return of the Red Dust Lord

These embroidery threads came from every corner of Willow Town.

They had once been a willow tree here, a bluestone, a peach blossom, a river... It was like an exquisite embroidery that was folded and gathered at this moment, drifting into the Su Residence from that "window"-like frame.

If one were to look down at Willow Town now, they would find that the entire town had disappeared... It was as if someone had dug the town out from the ground, even hollowing out the buildings, leaving behind only scattered wall fragments and traces of life like pots and pans.

The members of the Dusk Society who were still in the courtyard felt their vision blur, and everything around them became unrecognizable. Only they were left standing there alone, surrounded by desolate ruins.

"What... what is going on??" Jian Changsheng’s eyes widened in disbelief. "The entire Willow Town has disappeared?"

"Willow Town is indeed extraordinary."

Bai Ye’s eyes narrowed slightly. "The scenery of other towns must have been drawn by people from the Floating Life Painting, so they only contain the scenery, while the buildings were constructed by humans... But Willow Town must have been embroidered by the Chief himself. Whether it’s the mountains, forests, rivers, or buildings, it is an embroidery in itself."

"No wonder Chen Ling said Willow Town is the center of the Red Dust Realm. It must be that the embroidery of Willow Town existed first, and then it expanded outward, later giving rise to hundreds of towns and the Red Dust main city."

"Now that the Chief has taken this painting away, the entire Willow Town naturally ceases to exist."

"The Red Dust Realm was born with this embroidery as its core?"

Even Chu Muyun was incredibly surprised. They watched as the embroidery of the entire Willow Town flew into the clouds, finally hovering over the central area of Willow Town, and poured into a certain place in the void through a "window"...

That place seemed not to belong to this dimension.

……

The embroidery of Willow Town slowly unfolded within the Su Residence. Even though it had been compressed hundreds of times, it was still enough to cover the entire courtyard...

And as the embroidery was fully revealed, dense embroidery threads flowed silently beneath the Red Dust Lord’s skin, seemingly resonating with the painting. If someone were to look down from the sky, they would be surprised to find that the trajectory of the threads flowing within the Red Dust Lord perfectly overlapped with the embroidery of Willow Town!

Willow Town was a replica of the embroidery within the Red Dust Lord’s body;

Or...

Yao Qing had embroidered that painting into the Red Dust Lord’s body.

At this moment, in the corner of that exquisite embroidery, a line of delicate small characters was incredibly conspicuous:

August 9, 2024, Yao Qing gifts to Zhiwei, my sister:

— "Red Dust".

"No matter how strong you are or how well you can fight, it doesn't mean you can defeat time and the years. In this world, perhaps only a very few paths and very few people can wrestle with time..."

These were Xiao Chunping’s words at the time.

She didn't say the second half of the sentence, because the [Embroidery Master] was one of those very few paths that could wrestle with it.

For these three hundred years, Yao Qing had always been here. Although he connected to the stasis pod, he couldn't enter stasis... So he spent almost all his energy completing this embroidery;

He used embroidery threads to lock away time, stitch by stitch, minute by minute.

He had locked time within the Red Dust for three hundred years, and as Yao Qing stepped into the demigod realm, this Red Dust embroidery that trapped time was becoming perfect bit by bit!

Demigod-level embroidery threads wove silently in the air, as if time itself were passing through the fine needle tips, and finally, they all surged into the Red Dust Lord’s body...

As these threads poured in, the embroidery within the Red Dust Lord became increasingly vivid, as if injected with life and soul. At a glance, it looked as if the entire Willow Town were alive within her body!

When the last embroidery thread merged into the Red Dust Lord, the entire Su Residence fell into a dead silence.

One second,

Two seconds,

Three seconds...

I don't know how much time passed,

The eyelashes of that beautiful figure began to tremble, the tip of her little finger flickered gently... Finally, a pair of eyes that had been silent for three hundred years slowly opened in the dead silence.

Su Zhiwei had awakened;

She lay quietly in the flower petals like a sculpture, her eyes watching the clouds drifting above the courtyard... empty and confused.

Her thoughts were restarting bit by bit. By the time the third cloud drifted past, a thought slowly surfaced in her mind:

"Am I... still alive?"

Su Zhiwei’s consciousness gradually returned. She frowned, seemingly trying hard to recall what had happened before... the world war, the Gray Realm invasion, the Red Dust base, and... that sudden nuclear strike.

Yes, the nuclear strike.

She had been forced to awaken to take the nuclear strike for the Red Dust base, which led to the damage of the stasis pod... She had no memory of what happened after that. But she clearly remembered that she had been injected with enough medicine to sleep for three hundred years, and the stasis pod was broken. How did she survive?

Could it be that the medicine failed and she woke up prematurely?

What era is it now?

What about the Red Dust base?

After a brief period of thought, countless questions flooded Su Zhiwei’s mind, almost tearing apart her newly awakened consciousness. She looked around, and after seeing the familiar Su Residence courtyard, she froze in place...

"This is..."

The confusion in Su Zhiwei’s eyes grew deeper. She walked around the residence, but didn't see anyone; it was as if she were the only one here.

Finally, Su Zhiwei’s gaze landed on the gate of the Su Residence.

There was a door here, and a window.

The "window" was that thing hovering in the air, the size of a picture frame. It wasn't large and seemed to connect to the outside world, but people couldn't climb out of it; they could only see where she was sleeping from the outside.

The "door" was a door in the literal sense, but it was different from the home door in Su Zhiwei’s memory. It was a massive relief-carved door, engraved with many scenes. Some Su Zhiwei could understand, while others left her completely baffled...

After hesitating for a moment, Su Zhiwei walked up to the relief-carved door and gently placed her hands on its surface.

Then, she pushed hard!

……

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

As the embroidery threads gathered frantically, Yao Qing’s coughing became weaker, sounding like a broken bellows.

Every time he coughed, some of the embroidery threads on his body would dissipate, and large patches of scarlet would splash onto the ground, looking shocking... But even so, the smile on his face grew more intense.

Lord Wuji frowned at this scene. He didn't understand what was happening to Yao Qing, but his intuition told him he couldn't delay any longer.

As Lord Wuji lifted his fingertips, the forest of sword rain hovering above the street hummed simultaneously, suddenly flying into the sky and converging into a massive sword dragon that streaked through the clouds. Thick thunder attached itself to the sword bodies, transforming into a hideous thunder dragon that roared toward Yao Qing!

HUM—!!!

Just then, a low rumble came from the sky, like an ancient and heavy gate being slowly pushed open...