Chapter 0999: The Magic of the Weak

There was no wind or cloud in the night sky above his head. The stars seemed to be within reach. Mu Xingqiu looked down and saw a group of heavy steel storms sweeping the ground. One of the storms was changing direction and rushing towards him.

Mu Xingqiu had absorbed enough mana to squander it at will, but he was like a country boy who came to the city for the first time. He was at a loss. He had gold, silver and jewelry in his arms, but he didn't know how to spend them. He could only fly as fast as he could.

The storm turned around with difficulty. It first raised its head upwards, like a giant whale jumping out of the water, but it did not fall back into the sea normally. Instead, it changed at the moment it reached the highest point, from a fish to a bird, spreading its wings to the sky, and closely chasing the tiny prey like dust.

There were too many steel fragments coming, and Mu Xingqiu had no time to absorb the mana in them, so he could only resist with his body. His physique was much stronger than General Mu, and he had abundant mana. The surface of his body was harder than steel, and the fragments were bounced away, losing their mana, and slowly fell to the ground.

The injury was not very serious, but the pain was real. The steel fragments kept hitting Mu Xingqiu, and his already tattered clothes were completely torn. A large number of red spots were hit on his skin. Soon the red spots connected together, making his whole body red. He was like a piece of flying charcoal.

He changed direction, descended rapidly, and fell towards a towering mountain, speeding up as much as he could, and then suddenly changed direction again at the moment before hitting the top of the mountain.

The steel storm he brought was relatively heavy, and it fell hard, like another mountain falling from the sky. The mountain on the ground was slightly inferior, and it suddenly became shorter. After that, it continued to fall, and the dust it raised was even larger than the scale of the storm, and soon engulfed several nearby hills.

Mu Xingqiu flew more than ten miles before landing on another stable mountain. The ground under his feet was shaking, and the roars around him were endless. The catastrophe of the five elements was changing the landform with cold power. In a few days, if there were any survivors in the imperial capital, it would be difficult to recognize their hometown.

The Jin attack was about to end. The smaller storms had disappeared, and the remaining ones were also tired, staggering, and looked scary, but the steel fragments inside had lost their sharpness.

I don’t know how many more lives died in this catastrophe.

Mu Xingqiu got up and flew to the valley. Halfway through, he noticed that he had no clothes on. He searched in the small leather bag at his waist and found a Taoist robe, so he changed into it in the air. His hair was scattered and only a few inches long, so he didn't need to clean it up. ơɱ

The valley was very quiet. The light from the statue was gone, and the ground was left with traces of the storm, as if it had been cut by a giant knife many times.

The crowd gathered together and silently looked at General Mu in the middle, showing no joy of being rescued or excitement of defeating a strong enemy.

Mu Xingqiu fell behind the crowd and slowly squeezed in. He had changed a lot. His hair was shorter, his clothes were changed, and the red marks on his body had not completely disappeared. Only his bumpy face could be recognized. No one knew that he lent a hand at the last moment, and everyone gave way just because they didn't dare to offend the flying practitioner.

General Mu was still standing on the platform, maintaining his original posture: holding the remains of the statue in his right hand to protect his heart, and his left arm stretched straight out, with his palm facing the entrance of the valley.

He seemed to be splashed with blood, dripping from head to toe. It was a horrible sight, but also had an indescribable majesty, just like the ritual of offering sacrifices to the heavens of primitive people, when blood, killing, and death all carried sacred meanings.

"Look." Shouque saw Mu Xingqiu and said in a very low voice. Her expression was more respectful than anyone else around her, and she was so obsessed that she seemed to rush up to eat the blood.

General Mu was not dead. On his bloody chest, a seedling-like pattern appeared. It was not big, with only three light green branches and five milky white tender whiskers. The flowing blood avoided the pattern. In the blood-red, the seedling stood out.

"His soul...ah, I have never seen such a soul. I really want to...dedicate my soul to him." Shouque's broken soul was trembling. She couldn't tell how she felt. She only knew that when facing such a soul, she didn't feel hungry, but felt ashamed and had a sincere willingness to dedicate herself.

"How did he hold on?" Someone asked softly, fearing to disturb General Mu.

"Do we need to do something?"

"Hey, there's one on the back of my hand too..." A child in his teens raised his arm in surprise, showing everyone the pattern on the back of his hand. It was almost exactly the same as the sapling on General Mu's chest, just a little smaller.

Not only the child, but other people also found the same pattern on themselves one after another, with slightly different positions, but all of them were places that the statue had touched.

General Mu fell to the ground, and many people stepped forward to help him at the same time, but were stopped by his followers, "Pray for General Mu, don't get close to him."

Everyone didn't know the complicated prayers, so they chanted the sentence "I am" over and over again in a low voice, less passionate and generous, more gentle and sincere.

In full view of the crowd, General Mu, who fell to the ground, turned into a horse, a brocade-tailed horse with a colorful long tail, and his whole body was still covered in blood.

"Oh my God, he is... he is a horse demon!" There was a cry of surprise in the crowd, and the timid ones retreated in fear and made room.

A few people did not move. General Mu's followers each dug a handful of soil from the ground with their hands and continued to pray to the soil, occasionally kissing the soil. Shouque imitated their actions and did not care even if his face was dirty.

"How could General Mu be a demon?"

"Why did he save us? Is he going to eat us?"

The crowd was talking about it. The only reason they didn't flee was that they were too shocked and surprised. For a while, no one took the lead to escape.

The grandson of the emperor, Fu Lin, was one of the few who did not move. He turned around and said loudly to the others: "Have you not woken up yet? The biggest threat to mankind is not the demons, but the orthodoxy, which is much stronger than both humans and demons. Just like General Mu said, the strong fly upwards, the higher they fly, the smaller the creatures on the ground look, and the less sympathy they have. The creatures standing on the ground want to pull them down, even if they pull them down a little, but we are weak, humans are like this, and the demons are like this. We must unite and stand together like we did just now, protecting and supporting each other, so that we can compete with the strong. What you see is a demon and a horse, but what I see is the king of all living things."

Fu Lin bent down, scooped up a handful of dust from the ground, turned to General Mu in a pool of blood, and said "I am the ground", buried his whole face deeply in the dust in his hands, and then continued to recite the sentence "I am" with a dirty face.

Everyone knew that Fu Lin was a descendant of the royal family. Seeing him do such a thing and call the demon race "the king of all living things", they were all surprised. Soon, a large number of mortals followed his behavior. The young children were especially well-behaved and had no hesitation in kissing the soil.

In this way, no one escaped in the valley, and thousands of people prayed for General Mu together.

Shouque gave Mu Xingqiu a handful of soil, but he shook his head and refused. The various rituals so far were very effective in winning people's hearts, but he didn't need them. Others saw miracles, but he saw extremely unique magic.

Jinwei Ma regained his human form, without any injuries on his body, and even the sapling pattern on his chest disappeared, but he looked very weak. Two followers immediately walked up to the earthen platform, put a robe on General Mu, and helped him stand up. Shouque didn't catch up, and stomped his feet regretfully. He secretly remembered this procedure in his heart and decided that if there was a next time, he must be the first to go up.

General Mu's face was as pale as paper, and it seemed that all the blood in his body had been drained. He nodded to Mu Feidian first, then swept his eyes across the crowd and said, "Please look at your arms."

"We saw it, there was a small tree!" A child said excitedly, "Hey, it's gone now."

"No, look at the wounds on your arms."

Everyone looked down and saw a few small scars on their arms, some fifteen or sixteen, some two or three, none of them big, some of them had bled, and now it had solidified. They had actually discovered these scars a long time ago, but compared to General Mu's serious injuries and everyone's survival, these minor injuries were really not worth mentioning, so no one paid special attention to them.

"Believe in your own strength, believe in the way of the weak, this is the evidence, you can block the spells of the strong."

Everyone suddenly realized that General Mu himself had taken on most of the spells, and the others were not useless either. They shared a small amount of the offensive. If it was normal, a piece of steel fragment would be enough to kill a mortal.

So, in addition to gratitude, they also developed stronger confidence.

General Mu pushed away the person who was supporting him and said loudly: "Go and call more mortals, tell them that there is a way for the weak here, tell them that luck will not always come to them, and the weak can only take on the attack and fall of the strong when they gather together."

The crowd responded loudly, and several followers of General Mu immediately walked into the crowd to assign tasks, and soon established a temporary organization. Some people went out of the valley to gather nearby displaced people, some prepared food, and some took care of the elderly and the weak. The whole valley was busier than during the day.

Shouque could fly, and volunteered to go to a farther place to gather mortals.

No one assigned tasks to Mu Xingqiu. Everyone was used to treating him as a cold-eyed bystander, walking around him and never looking up.

Only General Mu was an exception. He walked down the platform and came to Mu Xingqiu, "I heard you were looking for memories."

Shouque answered General Mu's questions, but she still kept the secret and didn't tell him Mu Xingqiu's real name. In General Mu's eyes, he was still a strange practitioner named Mu Feidian.

Mu Xingqiu nodded.

The two looked at each other for a while, and General Mu said, "Thank you for your help." No one else knew what was going on, only he noticed the turn of the final stage of the steel storm.

"How long can you last like this?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"The more people gather, the longer you can last. This is the foundation of the way of the weak."

"But this is still a spell, not a pure collection of weak people."

"Of course, the weak also need spells, but this is not a spell for the strong. After each spell, we will become more resilient as a whole, and as individuals, as me, we will become weaker and weaker until we are no different from all living beings."

Mu Xingqiu finally understood why he couldn't detect the powerful spells before, because the spells were too scattered and would become more and more scattered in the future.

"I'm afraid you don't have enough time to gather enough mortals. After the water attack and wood attack, there is also the Taoist fire attack. According to my speculation, even 100,000 mortals can't withstand the final blow."

General Mu clenched his fists, "The weak are often oppressed, but the weak will not admit defeat. The strong have ups and downs. The weak have been standing here, with death behind them and no way to retreat, so they will not admit defeat."

It was as if a lightning bolt shot into his mind, and Mu Xingqiu's eyes were bright, and a large piece of memory seemed to be in front of him, but it only lasted for a moment, the light dimmed, and the memory dissipated with it, leaving nothing behind.

"If you don't want to admit defeat... you need some means. I'll take you to Zhuozhou City." Mu Xingqiu said.