Chapter 1028 893 The Vibrant Poisonous Flower

Chapter 1028: Chapter 893: The Vibrant Poisonous Flower Chapter 1028: Chapter 893: The Vibrant Poisonous Flower “`

“These Rose Demonic Flowers have already spread throughout the entire city. Even with your great strength, you can’t possibly save those Spirit Butterflies scattered across the city, and you would only expose yourself to their eyes,” said the Blind Old Man.

“But…” Chu Mu didn’t want to let the Defector Girl succeed.

Beings of the Dream of Oblivion’s level usually continued their race through life inheritance when their lives were at risk, but in situations like being trapped and killed, the Dream of Oblivion wouldn’t have the time to carry out life inheritance. If there were only one Dream of Oblivion in the World, then the Dream of Oblivion race would perish!

“It is protecting this Land,” the Blind Old Man said.

The city seemed to be thriving more and more, filled with the breath of nature everywhere you went. Wherever you walked, you could see a beautiful landscape brimming with the spirit of spring.

However, the people of the entire city were unaware that beneath this prosperous scenery hid a frightful plundering army. This army would speedily suck dry the natural energy of the coming centuries.

For this century, the Land would grow richer and richer, but after a hundred years, this land imbued with spiritual rhyme would turn into a wasteland where not even a single blade of grass would grow!

All the territories of Xiangrong were protected and ruled by the Dream of Oblivion. It would appear in the city and unleash a powerful Dark Withering skill to wither all the city’s plants, not out of a desire to destroy the prosperity that humans had painstakingly built, nor to bring plague and disaster to the city, but to save the land and save Xiangrong City a hundred years in the future!

Yet, how many among the millions of residents in Xiangrong City would know the truth of this matter? Even if they were told everything, they would only believe that the Puppet Flower Demons fostered by the goddess-like Empress were there to protect them, not that they were plundering the resources upon which the descendants of Xiangrong City relied for survival.

…

The entire city became engulfed in a frenzied growth of Puppet Demonic Flowers, transforming into a vast forest so dense that the sky was no longer visible.

Powerful Hypnosis Powder scattered in the air, permeating through the entire city. The Puppet Flower Demons didn’t attack the city’s inhabitants, but as soon as the powder sprinkled down, all those who hadn’t managed to hide in basements were hypnotized. Even some Soul Pet Trainers were unable to fend off the overwhelming sleepiness that engulfed them.

The Hypnosis Powder flickered with blue light, this light-attribute powder was specifically targeted at Dark Attribute Spirit Butterflies. Even though the Black Spirit Butterflies also had the ability to produce Hypnosis Powder, they inadvertently slowed the flapping of their wings while flying in the air heavy with sleepiness, until they gradually fell to the ground.

The Puppet Flower Demons exhibited a Holy Blue Color, growing vigorously like mighty trees. In the eyes of the people, they looked like an army of guards protecting the city. However, as soon the clusters of hypnotized Spirit Butterflies fell into the midst of the Puppet Flower Demons, their true greedy form was revealed—their gluttonous floral maws and sting-loaded teeth shredded the hypnotized Spirit Butterflies into pieces…

Every street and alley in the city played host to this bloodless yet frightful scene, where lower-level Black Spirit Butterflies were easily hypnotized en masse, then perished in their slumber. The higher-level Spirit Butterflies faced the relentless attacks of the Puppet Flower Demons.

…

“Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~”

A group of high-level Black Spirit Butterflies, their wings tattered, frantically fluttered past Chu Mu and his two companions. Wounded all over, they weaved through the imposing and towering Puppet Flower Demons, unleashing mental skills in an attempt to awaken the scores of hypnotized Spirit Butterflies hanging on the petals and vines.

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Alas, the Holy Blue Puppet Flower Demons, whether against creatures from the Winged System or those with Dark Attributes, possessed a great inhibitory strength. Thus, this group of senior Black Spirit Butterflies ultimately couldn’t escape the fate of death.

“Knowing full well that traps lay everywhere here, why did it still come?” Chu Mu gazed at the Black Spirit Butterflies that had withered into black snowflakes, a sense of inexplicable sorrow welling up in his heart.

“It had promised Cheng Mo that once this territory faced danger, it would appear…” said Blind Old Man.

“It feels like a moth to a flame…” Ye Qingzi could hardly bear to look at the woefully pathetic Black Spirit Butterflies that had died around them.

Chu Mu glanced at Ye Qingzi, then at some Soul Pet Masters in the city who were cheering.

These Soul Pet Masters had not been hypnotized; they regarded the Black Spirit Butterflies as though they were flies spreading plague, pain, and death. The more of them that died, the safer the Soul Pet Masters felt.

“These morally blind people, Dream of Oblivion truly is a moth to a flame.” Chu Mu sighed with a tinge of indignation.

A moth to a flame, seeking survival when weak, and when strong, seeking survival for the weaker creatures…

It was the king of this land, yet it had never appeared high and mighty, never demanding any resources from this land with a superior attitude.

In times of crisis, however, its lonely figure would hover in the sky, cold, proud, and elegant.

Without needing too many explanations, it simply fulfilled its duties, even though the people of this land had come to see black as an ill omen, even though these ignorant people were enchanted by a terrifying demoness and could no longer distinguish right from wrong…

Chu Mu believed that it was disdainful of any human understanding its intentions, and it did not need to be understood by people as a guardian of this land.

Even after a hundred years, when the land becomes exhausted, people might blame all their sins on it. But what would that matter if people themselves could not recognize that the goddess they adore is the one destroying the land they live on, while their savior is the Dark Dream of Oblivion? Such a realm and such lives are at their end and will eventually perish.

The vivid and beautiful, the colorful and alluring, always harbors deadly toxins.

The entire Xiangrong City was supporting One Plant that was outwardly perfect and seductive, and its intense poison was imperceptibly permeating their bodies and blood.

Even if someone told them that they were poisoned, those still lost in the illusion would angrily turn against them.

Chu Mu never saw himself as a savior, his concerns were merely for those he had already grown fond of; people, cities, Soul Pets, territories…

The people of Xiangrong City were so far gone with their ailment that they were beyond saving, and Chu Mu would only choose to watch from the sidelines. What he truly cared about was this Dream of Oblivion that was like a moth to the flame.

The black gauze that veiled the sky was gradually thinning.

Millions of black spirit butterflies were being destroyed one by one, and the black World was being overtaken by the toxic, vivid holy blue color.

“Pu pu pu pu~~~~~~~”

A black spirit butterfly, riddled with wounds, fell onto Chu Mu’s shoulder. It half-opened its tired eyes, gently flapping its wings; its once bright eyes now dull and indifferent.

Even though this was just one of the million tiny divisions of a Dream of Oblivion, Chu Mu could read so much in its eyes—he believed the Dream of Oblivion’s heart must feel the same.

“I buried Heavenly Radiance’s soul pet with Cheng Mo, come with me to take a look. That item might be there,” Blind Old Man said.

“Yeah,” Chu Mu nodded.

Something left behind by someone even stronger than the Alliance Master two hundred years ago should not be ordinary, and anyway, it couldn’t end up in the hands of the defector girl.

…

“How many places are left to search?” The Empress stood on the Holy Blue Flower, her expression indifferent to the black spirit butterflies scattering around her.

“Now, there’s only one place left. It’s a memorial tomb; Elder Chen confirmed it as a historical grave, and the land there is quite special. Our seeds and roots cannot penetrate there,” said the Chief Flower Girl.

“Oh, it’s that place,” The Empress nodded, then used her Soul Sense to instruct the Flower Emperor Master, “Leave the rest to you, don’t let a single black spirit butterfly escape.”

“Rest assured, Your Highness,” Xia Zhixian said, a slight smile curving her lips.

…

The Memorial Tomb was located on the Grass and Wood Slope north of the library.

It was a rather plain memorial tomb, with no name, no records, only a solitary white stone tablet standing silently there.

This was one of the few lands in the entire city free of puppet demonic flowers.

“Do you see anything?” Behind the stone tablet, a graceful girl in a long dress knelt on the ground, leaning her head into a dug-out hole to peer inside.

“Zhii~~~~~~~~~~~~~” From below in the pit, dug as deep as a well, came a helpless voice.

“So silly, White Two, go down and have a look. I’m sure my feeling is correct, it must be here,” the girl pouted, ordering her own guard like a spoiled young mistress.

White Two was reluctant, how could the great White Nightmare Emperor be relegated to digging in dirt!

But after hesitating for a moment, it couldn’t resist the little lady’s tricks and had to roll up its “sleeves” and jump into the pit to dig alongside White Four.

The soil here was much harder than that of Xiangrong City, and the White Nightmares had to expend quite an effort to dig through with their claws.

“See anything??” Ning Man’er leaned on the edge of the dark well, peering down, her hair falling with her.

“Zhii~~~~~~”

“Zhii~~~~~~~~”

Both White Nightmares looked up, their faces expressing bitter resentment, indicating they hadn’t found anything.

“Keep looking!” Ning Man’er whined softly.

“Smack!” Suddenly, a soft palm slapped Ning Man’er’s inadvertently raised little bottom, and then the hand bounced back.

Ning Man’er shrunk back in embarrassed surprise, turning around to see who was so bold!

“Ah, Sister Ye…” Ning Man’er immediately saw the beautiful and charming Ye Qingzi standing beside her.

The one who had slapped her, of course, was Ye Qingzi.

“I told you to hide in the cellar, what are you doing here? And you daringly exposed your little butt!” Ye Qingzi glared at the wild girl.

Ning Man’er quickly stood up, straightening her long dress, her face flushed red as she glanced at Chu Mu standing with a stern face nearby, innocently proclaiming, “How was I to know there were people here, naughty Brother, acting all high and mighty.”

“Little maid, have you found anything?” Chu Mu asked.

However, Chu Mu did not expect Ning Man’er, this wild girl, to have arrived here ahead of time; he remembered she had mentioned sensing the spiritual energy of the land before. It seemed there really might be something beneath.

(Someone embodies the real-life version of “Left college without a degree but with a family: a family of three leaving the campus gate.” I have to be a groomsman blocking drinks this afternoon and might not have the strength to update in the evening. I’ll post Chapter Two around midnight~) (to be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian () to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is the biggest driving force.)

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