Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 460 - 415: The Wind God, Wind General of the Wind Disaster

Emerald Winds filled heaven and earth, and Wu Hen felt himself swept into an ancient battlefield.

The first surge of the Fei Winds circled the sky; although the wind was invisible, through his perception, Wu Hen saw it as countless feathered sparrows bristling with blades.

They flapped their wings, revealing sharp talons and beaks flashing with cold light. They hovered above Wu Hen's head, and as the Moon Palace Wind Princess, resembling Chang'e, let out a long, singing howl, all of the Fei Wind Sparrows rushed toward Wu Hen. They drew incredibly graceful lines of wind and converged into a throne of storms.

Wu Hen's pupils flickered between light and shadow, faced with such divine craftsmanship of the wind, he felt all his beliefs being devoured, yet there was still an unyielding and stubborn voice deep within his soul!

The moment he came into contact with Otherworldly Dust, he was branded by countless lives with insignificance and lowliness, and despite his utter effort, it was nothing but desperation glimpsing just the tip of the iceberg. Negative emotions and overwhelming suffocation pressed deep inside his heart, finally rebounding from rock-bottom, giving birth to a fearless and relentless self.

Time could erode one's will, dilute one's obsessions, and cause all constructs of spirit to weather away and collapse. What Wu Hen worried most was whether time would kill the hopeful part of himself, numbing his senses, losing him in the vastness.

Yet, Little Yi's thoughts also enlightened Wu Hen with the understanding that time and tribulations could forge an unparalleled sword edge. Since his soul had fused with an Artifact Spirit, his Divine Soul should be like forging a sword, becoming sharper with each hammer strike, and even if it shattered to pieces, cast into the blazing furnace to be remolded, it would emerge stronger and more steadfast!

What if the path of cultivation crumbled? It could be rebuilt again and again.

As long as one still existed in this world, a new bud would eventually blossom from the decay within the soul. This new bud would be an even stronger self, using the shattered husk as nourishment, breaking through the bottlenecks of growth and evolution, shattering layers of shadows, and ultimately standing tall and proud!

Little Yi had walked this path, so why couldn't he?

At least he wasn't alone.

Likewise, Disaster had also experienced various calamities in the past, emerging from a myriad of gods only to fall beneath the mud and dust. It did not allow itself to become an Extreme Disaster Annihilation God but sealed itself within these illusory mountains and valleys, trapped in its own sandbox, continuing to seek out the True Mystery of life.

With such an opponent, with such companions, he should feel honored.

Grasping the Black Divine Death Sword in both hands, for a long time, Wu Hen had never truly comprehended the power of the Black Divine Miracle. The powerful predators he faced were struck down by swift blows, his sword guaranteed to kill.

But Disaster was one of the very few who even made Little Yi feel profound respect. Failure meant nothing, and the process of this contest, this fierce battle, was as splendid and beautiful as a meteor streaking across the sky. Holy Spirits of ancient times empathized with each other, signifying that no matter the eons, no matter how diverse the universe became, some resonating wills would never perish!

What Wu Hen lacked was exactly this kind of soulful will.

In the refining process by Disaster, Wu Hen's inner anxieties about time, his reverence for the Divine, and his fear of the unknown were all distilled from the depths of his soul and laid bare before him, letting him confront them head-on.

Facing them was indeed brutally cruel, capable of causing despair, breakage, and lost souls, often worse than death itself.

But if one could still stand up shakily after confronting all this, still grip the Sword of Truth, then such an act would be akin to the soul's phoenix-like rebirth from the flames, reshaping a golden soul!

"Clang!!!"

Heavily thrusting the Black Divine Sword into the mountain's summit, Wu Hen grasped the end of the sword, standing immovable!

Fei Sparrows circled downwards, their talons, steely beaks, and sharpened feathers grazing over Wu Hen's divine body. They seemed to be tearing off every piece of flesh and every bit of skin from Wu Hen, while also carving his Jade Soul!

Atop the summit, Wu Hen's black void shell, guarded by the Black Divine Miracle, became a jagged skeletal monument.

But the soul did not extinguish; the Thunder Seeds still bloomed, these Divine Seeds nourished by the collapse of the previous body, grew more resilient. They burst through the bone shell rapidly, gaining strength, no longer fragile buds, but bloomed into Life Soul Flowers within Wu Hen's body in an incredibly short time!

Black Divine Soul Flowers spread all around, new vines interwove among Wu Hen's jagged bones, quickly growing into fresh flesh.

Within the petals, Solid Soul Fruits condensed, not as a dead tree springing back to life but as another continuation of life, forming an indomitable and unconquerable new self. This new life housed not a Child Soul frightened by the unknown of the Alternate Universe, but a mature True Soul, unyielding and indomitable.

Profound silence encompassed all, and atop the summit, the Black Divine Miracle eventually stood firm. Although Wu Hen now swayed, his face weathered like an old general, his eyes shone as if freshly cleansed of mundane woes, radiating the most brilliant glow, rivaling the scorching sun!

He broke into a smile.

He looked at Disaster,

This time, not only had his path of cultivation not collapsed, but even his brash personality hadn't been ground away. His smile grew more defiant, "Clearly, this is just your appetizer, reveal your true Wind Disaster might!"

Atop the surging wind calamity, Moon Palace Chang'e stood silently atop a high place and waved her Immortal Sleeve.

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In an instant, the world changed color, and the Fei Wind poured down from above. Though the wind remained formless, in Wu Hen's eyes, it appeared as a million Divine Soldiers donned in ancient Jade Armor, wielding Heavy Jade Swords!

A million Divine Soldiers ascended through the clouds, and the layered mountains made Wu Hen feel as if he had accidentally opened a door to the Heavenly God, with the Supreme God within issuing a decree to obliterate his existence.

Wind Soldiers and Generals descended from the Sky Dome upon Wu Hen atop the mountain.

Wu Hen had his eyes wide open, having never imagined the ultimate form of wind would be to constrain spirits and send generals. The greatest advantage of becoming more sensitive in perception was the ability to physicalize power and strength, making clear the true gap between oneself and the adversary!

However, the thought of defeating Si Feng, with all the Extreme Disaster Power he had wielded becoming one of his own Divine Skills, made Wu Hen's blood boil.

This was the true essence of Soul Casting!

If one was to cultivate, it should be just like this!

Wu Hen used the Sword Drawing Cangxia technique, turning the deep gorges into his shelter, doing everything possible to keep these physical manifestations of the Fei Wind's Power at bay.

With millions of Fei Wind Divine Weapons and Fei Wind Divine Generals, each gust embodied the might capable of causing mountains to collapse and the earth to crack. When they formed an encirclement, Wu Hen struggled to retaliate, only able to constantly fend off with his sword, and endure the ravaging hurricane of the Wind Divine Tribulation.

But this time was different; Wu Hen's Body Soul was now much stronger, with the Black Divine Soul Flower and Black Divine Trace Soul Fruit inside him, supporting his physical body so it was no longer easily destroyed.

These Wind Soldiers and Generals, unlike the Wind Disaster Jade Sparrow, made their every attack immensely heavy, as if a great disparity in air pressure suddenly formed. And so, Wu Hen watched these invisible winds materialize, wielding Heavy Jade Swords, their Heavy Sword Technique hammering the heavens and the earth, crushing everything.

"They won't disappear."

"Surviving using your previous methods will be meaningless."

Disaster informed Wu Hen of this special characteristic of the Wind God Skill.

Different from the Wind Disaster Thousand Sparrows, these Wind Soldiers and Generals would remain in the world indefinitely, until they were destroyed by a more powerful force.

Therefore, Wu Hen's strategy to merely endure was not viable.

"I know, but as the old saying goes, to hit someone, you must first be hit."

"I'm not in a hurry."

Wu Hen was observing, watching the movement patterns of these Wind Soldiers and Generals.

Naturally, they were not real-life Divine Soldiers and Generals, so their method of attack was specific.

They did not wield the Heavy Fei Sword and perform various outstanding Heavy Sword Techniques at him, but instead circled and dived like raptors, swiftly ascending after a strike, realigning their angle for another assault on Wu Hen.

Sometimes, there were hundreds of thousands of Wind Soldiers and Generals, diving in such quick succession there was barely a gap between their sword strikes. Other times, they formed arrays of tens of thousands, creating an even more vast tempest of sword winds pressing down.

Although there were other variations, they all fell into these two categories.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!!!!!!!!!!!"

Row by row, the Heavy Sword formations of the Wind Tribulation hammered down, pounding the mountains like Cloud Sky Falls, reducing the endless barbaric mountains to plains, and the dust formed an ocean of Desert Dust.

Wu Hen lay in this Ocean of Dust, and even as his body and spirit broke once again, his mind remained active, continuously reminding himself of these Wind Soldiers and Generals' methods of attack, rehearsing in his mind's War Track to find the weak points in this army of millions.

"Why don't we take a break, perhaps we can play Go for a year?" Bai Ze, seeing Wu Hen in his obsessed state, slowly flew over, his eyes filled with the compassionate worry of one who cares for a child.

"No need for such a long break, I think I've found a way," Wu Hen collapsed there.

When it was time to rest, one should rest.

During rest, one should do whatever was most comfortable.

Lying like this was quite good, with his brains spread on the ground, his thoughts became more agile.

"You should have chosen to challenge one of the eight Divine Officers from the start, someone kind-hearted like Si Xue. She definitely would have restrained some Divine Skills, sparing you for having a decent face, and not destroying it. Disaster really goes hard, look at you, not just handsome to the point of falling apart, but your whole person is wrecked now. To top it off, even when you're a mess, you're still so stubborn. You've always been shameless, why don't you just kneel and beg Disaster to hold back at ninety percent? What's wrong with that? You're someone who just touched the high-dimensional realm, sparring with a High-dimensional God is too cruel..." Bai Ze comforted Wu Hen.

"No need, there's no difference between holding back by ninety percent and using full strength, a slip up would mean instant death either way," Wu Hen said.

"..." Bai Ze was speechless.

His point was valid.

Either way, it would be an instant kill; what Wu Hen needed to do was discover the patterns within the Divine Skills, to find the flaws in the Divine Skill.

"I found that when Disaster commands the Wind Soldiers and Generals to form their crushing formations, he flies a bit lower. Do you think I have a chance to capture the leader first?" Wu Hen suddenly had an ingenious idea and began conspiring loudly with Bai Ze.

"Are you mad?!" Bai Ze screamed in horror.