The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 477 Eyesight
Stepping into the Gate of God, Wuming had a familiar feeling.

This was a bit like the feeling when he was caught in the torrent of dreams and saw the prophecy in everyone's sleep talk.

These are all illusions created by the confluence of people's souls. Countless souls piled together, rubbing and interweaving, emitting the lamentations of all living beings, synthesizing into one voice.

In the void, a misty corridor made of dust extends into the distance.

Wuming walked and trudged along the corridor, and saw the old horned woman on a resting platform.

The old woman from the Horned Man leaned on her walking stick, shaking uncontrollably.

Something crystal-clear emanated from her body.

That was her soul, a huge soul that was curled up in a ball, descending from her head like a broken egg, or more like a dew drop, flowing to her horns and being absorbed by them. The soul burned in her body, and the residue was separated out along with her body.

The old woman leaned on a cane and walked upward step by step. Every step she took consumed her soul. She kept going upward and refused to retreat.

Wuming stood behind the old horned woman, looking at the stairs above. At the end of the stairs, he could only see a dark hole.

The endless darkness continued to fill up the old woman's body as she moved forward.

"So this is how a spirit descends." Wuming observed the darkness that continued to fill up the old woman's body.

Hearing the sound, the old woman with horns stopped.

"Stop it, old lady." Wuming put his hands behind his back and drooped his eyelids, looking at the hunchbacked and skinny old woman.

"How did you get here?" asked the old woman.

"I stole your souls." Wuming smiled.

The old woman with horns turned around and looked at Wuming.

"So this is what you look like." said the old horned woman.

"Or that's how I perceive myself." Wuming spread his arms and looked at the armor on his body. "After all, this is more like a world of consciousness. Here, you are not blind."

The old woman said, "Are you here to stop me?"

"Messermo broke the seal, and that's why we were able to discover your plan." Wuming said, "He really did repent and wanted to end the war."

The soul above the old woman's head fluctuated, and a human face struggled out, revealing a ferocious expression towards Wuming. There was anger and sadness on that face.

The horned old woman's skin became more and more distorted, and the face of the resentful spirit struggled out of her body, like a deformed witch. The old woman groaned in pain, but still endured it and took the next step.

"You can't hold on." Wuming walked up to the old woman and blocked her way. "Why are you working so hard? The Blood Dynasty is not a Horned Man, just like I am not a Horned Man. Mung grew up at the foot of the Golden Tree."

"He has horns," said the old woman.

"Those with horns are not necessarily horned people."

"But Golden Tree thinks so."

“……”Wuming was silent.

The old woman of the horned people said: "The golden tree will hunt us based on our horns. How can we avoid the horns? We are born with horns - we are born to face the slaughter of the golden tree. The golden tree makes us unable to survive, what can we do?"

The old horned woman stared at the road ahead:
"We need our own gods and kings."

"But the king of the Blood Dynasty is not the king of the Horned People. The Invisible Mother is not the god of the Horned People." Wuming said, "What did you do to bear the Invisible Mother?"

The old horned woman's body became broken, and countless blood flowed out of her body. Her body constantly sustained new wounds, which healed and then new wounds were added.

"All of this was done by Messermo's minions." The old horned woman smiled, "I will not die, old woman. I have endured abuse over and over again for thousands of years."

Wuming said: "That is indeed suitable for the Blood Mother."

The old horned woman raised her head and looked at the guardian spirit above her head.

The vengeful spirits merged together to form a wizard ball-like existence, with painful faces appearing one after another.

The old woman of the Horned Man said, "That lord promised us new gods and a new era. In the new era, there will be a place for the Horned Man. Everyone is willing to throw themselves into the pot and sacrifice themselves."

She stared at the bottom of her feet. "I am carrying the sacrifices of my people. Do not block our path."

Wuming smiled: "I am going to stop it today."

Wuming took a few quick steps and stood in front of the old woman.

"Why?" The old woman raised her head and looked at Wuming, "I can see clearly now - you are not from the Golden Tree, you - do sympathize with us."

Wuming stared at the old woman's deep and painful expression and said:

"The god of the Horned People should be the God of the Land, right? He is a small god who protects every small village and allows all tribes to live and work in peace and develop freely."

"So what?" said the old woman. "The land god cannot defeat the golden tree. We need a god who can control everything and rule for thousands of years."

"You? How can there be you?" Wuming said, "A civilization that worships spirals and develops magnificent white towers, even touching gods. You can summon gods and make scorpion soup. That's you Horned People. The Blood Dynasty worships wounds, develops blood flames, and produces blood flowers and bloody excrement. I've done business with them, and I know you're not a civilization."

Wuming took a step closer to the old woman and looked down at her:
"You just invited one foreign god to fight against another foreign god. The civilization of the Horned People itself - your wisdom that gave birth to the golden tree god, and your courage that could resist the golden tree for a thousand years, is about to disappear."

"But we have no other choice!" the old woman roared, not taking a single step back. "We have been waiting for a thousand years. This is the closest our race will ever be to redemption!"

"Aren't you no longer blind? Why are you still talking nonsense?" Wuming hugged his chest, "Shouldn't the closest time be right in front of you?"

The old horned woman raised her head and looked at Wuming in front of her.

"Negotiations?" the old woman said. "You only promised peace talks, and Monger promised absolute power. Who do you think is more convincing?"

The old horned woman poked at the nameless armor:
"Why should I trust you? Is it just because you sympathize with us? Can gentleness replace strength? Can your sympathy lead our people to salvation?!"

"Isn't this a problem?" Wuming said, "If you are blind in the eyes, you can't be blind in the heart. Look carefully."

The old woman stretched her body and tried to observe Wuming, but because she was too close, she could only see Wuming's shoulder armor.

The old horned woman hesitated for a moment and took two steps back.

The vision widened a little, and the old horned woman saw Wuming's whole body and the top of his head.

Fine glimmers of light emanated from the nameless armor, just like an old woman.

Above Wuming's head is a huge guardian spirit, just like an old woman.

The souls were entangled and hung high above Wuming's head, dazzling and proud like the scorching sun, independent of the world.

Both of them were bathed in the light mist and stared at each other for a long time.

The old woman trembled, and seemed unable to support herself with the crutches any longer, and she fell to the ground.

Tears flowed down the inside of the long horn that covered his eyes.

"It seems you have seen it clearly." Wuming said, "So, we have a deal now?"

"Are you willing to bring salvation to my people?" asked the old woman.

"When I received your recipe, I had already accepted this commission, right?" Wuming said, "Patch's old shop, we must accomplish our mission."

The old woman of the horn was silent for a moment, then extended her hand to Wuming.

Wuming smiled, stretched out his hand and pulled the old woman up.

When the two hands touched, the huge soul ball on the old woman's head severed its connection with the horn and was transferred to Wuming, merging with the soul ball on Wuming's head.

Wuming said: "You don't have to do this."

"The people of the Tower are now in your care." The old horned woman said as she gradually became weaker.

"It is indeed, a collective sacrifice of almost the entire clan." Wuming felt the huge soul above his head.

He looked back at the upward stairs, his eyes following all the way to the deep void:

“I don’t know how far we can go with the support of these souls.”

There is endless darkness above, and there is a shining light below, which is particularly dazzling in the darkness, like an anchor, guiding the way home.

"Let's go. Patch is calling for help." Wuming picked up the old woman and patted her with a warm flame. "Don't be in a hurry to die. Use your own eyes to confirm it - that new era."

Wuming jumped towards the light below and quickly approached the dazzling light gate.

The light in the old woman's eyes continued to grow higher and higher until it filled every inch of her vision, leaving only a vast expanse of white between heaven and earth.

When the old woman woke up, the light in front of her eyes faded, and she saw only a burly human figure, emitting a brilliant light. He had a unique fragrance that only top-level psychics could have.

The fragrance was flying at an extremely fast speed, changing its position, and opposite the fragrance, one could smell the smell of blood.

At this moment, all that was left in Monger's heart was shock and rage.

"I'm not afraid of fire. I shouldn't be afraid of fire!" Monger roared wildly and blocked with his spear. Then his hands shook violently and he couldn't hold the holy spear steadily. The holy spear pressed on his body and he was blown away with the spear. Several horns on his body were broken into pieces.

The unknown old man, the nameless incarnation, held a simple giant sword and used ordinary moves, which were not as strange and hard to defend against as the Blood Alliance's fighting skills.

But Mung was suppressed so much that he couldn't even raise his head.

The nameless sword has only two characteristics - fast enough and heavy enough.

It was so fast that he had no time to hide in the pool of blood, and so heavy that his mother had no time to repair his body.

Without waiting for Mung to land, the old man tiptoed lightly and rushed in front of Mung, thrusting his sword forward, aiming straight at his chest.

Monger blocked with the trident, but his body was bounced back again, and the trident pressed on his body until he vomited blood.

Without waiting for him to fly away, the old man swung the blade of his greatsword, hit Monger on the head, and smashed him heavily to the ground.

The pool of blood on the ground surged, ready to protect Monger.

A dazzling golden light lit up from behind Monger, and the bright sunlight penetrated the entire venue.

The golden-red lightning spear, as bright as the sun, smashed into the ground. The moment Monger touched the blood pool, he was blown away by the golden lightning that spread across his body before he could teleport.

Monger raised the Holy Spear like a madman and launched the blood ritual regardless of the consequences. Blood mist lingered around, blocking the enemy's attacks and also to heal his injuries.

The old man stood outside the blood mist and saw Monger performing the blood ritual. A brighter lightning spear condensed in his hand and then was thrown into the sky.

Above the Mung blood mist, dense thunderclouds pressed down on the blood mist, and dense lightning struck.

When the blood mist dissipated, Monger's injuries not only did not heal, but became more serious.

Just as the blood mist dissipated, the sunlight once again broke through the sky, piercing through Monger's chest and melting a big hole in his chest.

While beating Monger, the old man was also able to rescue those who were frozen in the blood pool and throw them out of the square.

At this time, everyone was rescued from the blood pool. They looked up at the mysterious and strange old man beating Monger, and marveled at it.

"What a terrifying pursuit ability." Looking at the old man's terrifying attack and charge speed, Latan had already begun to imagine in his mind how he would respond.

"Why isn't he afraid of being controlled?" Messermo, who had just regained his freedom, moved his body. He had also rushed forward to fight before, but was tightly controlled by the Blood Mother.

"He is also affected by blood." Michaela looked at the old man in the sky, "but he doesn't use these things to control his body."

Looking from afar, you can see a misty blood-red cloak behind the old man. It is the boiling blood escaping from his body.

The Invisible Mother was also constantly creating wounds and drawing his blood, but she was unable to stop his actions.

The old man rushed to Monger again and raised his hand to strike him with a sword. This time, Monger didn't even have time to react and his arm was cut off. The powerful sword was more like tearing it apart than cutting it off. One of Monger's arms was blown away, and even if he controlled the cursed blood, he didn't have time to glue it together.

"Impossible, I am the king, and I have my God." Monger's thoughts were confused by the violent attack, "How could the combination of God and king be defeated..."

But in Mung's one eye, a huge sword as big as a door panel was approaching, breaking the evil horn that had pierced his eye and shattering all his fantasies.

Shattered his ambition and rage.

Facing the old man, Monger suddenly felt like he was back in his childhood in the sewer, when he was still very weak and was bullied by those strong adults and attacked madly by others, leaving his head broken and bleeding.

"Mother..." Monger flew backwards, the evil horn piercing his eyes, blood gushing out, "Mother, save me!"

The cursed blood formed a blood wave again, dragging Monger down.

The blood mist became thicker than ever before, turning into a blood cloud, standing on Monger's side.

"Mother!" Monger exclaimed, "Thank you!"

The cursed blood became thicker and thicker, like a raging wave or a galloping horse, rising from behind Monger and rushing towards the unknown old man.

The old man simply raised his flaming sword.

He swung the sword freely, and flames spread across the square, tearing up the blood waves and blowing Monger away.

The flames exploded like stars falling to the ground. A huge explosion spread from the sword. Shock waves and fire waves swept across, and the blood clouds in the sky were torn apart.

When the old man stopped swinging the sword, the cursed blood had almost dried up.

Monger lay on the cracked charred remains, unable to move, all the ominous horns on his body shattered.

The unknown old man landed in front of Monger, with his sword sticking to the ground, and the heat from the sword whipped Monger.

"Why can you defeat me?" Monger said, "I have found my God and become the king."

The old man disappeared, revealing a nameless figure.

He looked at the miserable Monger and guessed:
"Perhaps an abandoned child really cannot beat the father who abandoned him."

Hearing Wuming say this, Monger struggled to get up and continued fighting with Wuming.

But as the evil omen horn shattered, Monger was horrified to find that the power that had been filling his body was leaving. "Mother? No, mother, don't leave me!" Monger was panicked, "Are you going to abandon me too? Where are you going?!"

"Don't worry." Wuming squatted next to Mengge, "Your mother is not far away from you."

After hearing Wuming's comforting words, Monger calmed down a little.

Wuming held up his palm and smiled:
"Your mother is here with me."

Monger was furious: "You stole my mother!"

"Don't say that. Think about it. Didn't you establish the Blood Dynasty to spread the faith of the Invisible Mother and let others understand the Blood Mother?" Wuming said, "Isn't that just sharing your mother with others? Why are you angry?"

Monger was stunned. His brain was still a little unclear after being hit hard. He was thinking about Wuming's words and suddenly fainted.

Wuming looked at the blood color in the sky gradually fading away, clapped his hands, dragged Monger back to the crowd, and made a "yeah" gesture: "Done."

Michaela exclaimed, "How did you do that? You were able to defeat the combination of God and King. Who was that person you summoned?"

"It's also God and King." Wuming said, "There is no God-King system in my hometown. God and King are one."

Gefu Lei looked very excited:

"You still have this ability? You didn't even use it before."

"I didn't know how to do it before." Wuming said, "I studied with the Horned Scholar for a long time, and only learned it at the Gate of God."

"That's because it requires enough sacrifices to bring down such a powerful being," said Michaela.

Ge Fulei said: "Can it be summoned again?"

"Please spare me, I'm going to collapse." Wuming waved his hands, hunched over, his armor seemed to be falling apart. As he spoke, he fell down, and his full body armor hit Mengge with a clanging sound.

Michaela hurried forward and checked Wuming's body.

He rushed a little too fast and actually pushed Wuming's body a little way out.

Michaela's expression became solemn. He squatted beside Wuming and shook Wuming's armor.

It was so light that it seemed as if there was nothing inside.

Mikaela wanted to untie Wuming's armor, but was stopped by Wuming: "No need to look, it's the same as you thought."

"How is it possible..." Michaela was shocked. "Even if your divine being is extremely powerful, it shouldn't be consumed to this extent. Didn't you intercept the sacrificial power--"

Michaela suddenly froze and realized something.

Wuming stood up, straightened his body, and walked to the front of the old woman of the Horned Man: "The matter of the Blood Dynasty has been resolved. Next, we will deal with the matter of the Horned Man."

Wuming helped the old horned woman up and walked down from the Gate of God.

Michaela looked at Wuming's back for a long time without saying anything.

Leida came closer:

"Master Mikaela, you are seriously injured. Please rest quickly."

Michaela shook her head.

"Compared to Brother Wuming, it's nothing."

Leida was a little puzzled and looked at Wuming's back:
"He looks okay?"

"There's nothing wrong with him. Why does the Horned Man trust him so much?" Michaela asked back.

Leida felt a little dizzy and counted on her fingers:

"There's nothing wrong with him. Why does the Horned Man trust him so much..."

"Let's go." Michaela pulled Leida and followed Wuming down the cleansing hall.

In the cleansing hall, An Pah and a group of blood nobles were tied up by Patch's spider silk and hung on a spider web.

Wuming picked up Monger and threw him onto the spider web.

Patch closed in his net, and gathered everyone together.

Wuming looked around the purification hall:

"Not many soldiers?"

I could faintly hear a commotion coming from below.

"What's wrong?" asked Graveley.

Seros said: "A large number of Horned People on the battlefield before also rushed over when they saw the Tower of God was unsealed. Andros also followed with a small group of Black Knights. The two groups of people just arrived at the Tower Town and there was some conflict."

"Go and fix it." Ge Fulei waved his hand.

"I have sent soldiers with shields to block the enemy." Seros said, "Let's go down first."

Below the Tower of God is the Tower Town of Barrett.

The mythical beast lion dances on an open stage.

The Black Knights behind Andros were confronting a group of Horned Men. The Horned Men didn't want to see the Black Knights come in, and Andros was worried about the Horned Men entering the tower.

Having learned that the Horned Man was sacrificing himself for the ritual, Andros was worried about letting the Horned Man out of his sight.

The two sides were facing each other. Wuming carried the old woman with horns on his back, came down from the Tower of God, passed through the side door, and came to the stage.

When both sides saw Wuming and the old woman from the horn tribe, they had complicated looks in their eyes and were unsure about what was going on.

It was not until Gefulei came down with Messermo and others, and Patch also came with a large group of people, that Andros relaxed and showed a look of joy.

Wuming looked at the corner man and finally spoke:
"Hornmen, the Blood Dynasty you were planning to join has been completely defeated by us."

The Horned people were in an uproar. The wishes of the tribe were shattered again, and the ambition of reviving China became a bubble. Many Horned people shed tears of blood and were ready to make another move.

"Great!" Andros clenched his fists. "Now we don't have to be so cautious anymore. We can clean up all these filth."

Wuming glanced at Andros and continued:
"The peace talks with the people of the Tower remain unchanged. The Tower of God will be returned to you, as will the Gate of God and Shadow Land. This old lady should have great prestige among you, right? I have already gained her approval. My people will also help you accelerate your revival."

The nameless opponent raised his arms and shouted:
"The Horned People should have their own gods. There is no need for you to seek help from those foreign gods."

Andros looked at Wuming:
"Didn't you see what they did? The Horned People are so evil that they would do such a thing. And you still want to coexist peacefully with them?"

"This incident was not caused by the people of the tower, but by the Blood Dynasty." Wuming said.

"They're both horned filth, what's the difference?" said Andros.

"The difference is that the Blood Dynasty is not the people of the Tower. Monger has nothing to do with the Horned People, but because of the Golden Tree's exclusion, he embarked on the path of rebellion." Wuming said, "This incident was caused by the Golden Tree itself."

"Hunting filth, Lady Marika must have her considerations." said Andros.

"So what is it?" Wuming asked.

"I don't have the wisdom of Lady Marika, but I must have her considerations," said Andros.

"Okay, I don't have the energy to argue with you right now." Wuming slumped his shoulders, acting quite indifferent, "People of the Horns, let's continue with the previous topic. Regarding your revival plan, I can also help. Just let me build a factory in the cemetery plains--"

Someone among the horned people spoke up:
"You want us to make peace with the Golden Tree?"

Wuming blinked: "I thought this was a topic that has passed."

"How can we get through this?" The Horned People started to make noises. "What about our hatred? Do you want us to make peace with our enemy?"

"No?" Wuming asked.

"If I do that, my father who was pierced and burned will probably scold me." The Horned Man looked at Wuming, Messemo and others with hostility.

"Maybe your father actually hopes that you can let go of the burden of revenge and embrace a new future." Wuming said.

"How is this possible!" The Horned Man was furious.

Wuming looked at the scene in front of him, which was no different from before the peace talks. He knocked on his helmet, making a hollow sound that drowned out the surrounding noise, and said:
"Your imagination of others will always be more extreme and one-sided than the actual situation. Although I have no right to criticize you for doing so."

Wuming wanted to say something, but his feet felt weak and he almost fell.

Millicent was quick to run behind Wuming and pressed against his back:

"Teacher, are you okay?"

"It's okay, just a little overdrawn." Wuming said.

Millicent looked at the people who were making a fuss about Wuming, and her face showed a rare displeasure:

"These ungrateful people, the teacher is clearly helping them."

"Helping is one thing, revenge is another." Wuming said, "If it is beneficial to them, then of course you welcome it, but if you prevent them from taking revenge, then they will think you are meddling in their affairs. Many people are not as sensible as you."

Wuming said: "Those people are not important. It's enough that the leader is sensible."

"Stop making noise!" The old woman shouted, driving all the people away. "Be quiet!"

The old woman sat on a high stool and looked down at the people:
"I know you don't believe in the Golden Tree, and I don't believe in the Golden Tree either, because they betrayed us! But this person is different, this person can be trusted."

"Why, Granny?" the Horned Ones asked the old woman, "Didn't he stop us?"

"Yes, he did stop us." The old horned woman said, "He also has the power to control souls and summon gods. He absorbed the soul that I didn't have time to absorb, entered the Gate of God, and pulled me back."

The old woman of the horned people said: "Do you know how he did it? He did not use the souls of my people. He burned his own soul to enter the Gate of God. After pulling me out of the Gate of God, he fought with others, and he did not use the souls and sacrifices of my people."

The old woman with horns suddenly stretched out her hand and pointed at Wuming's head:

"Look! You are all the best among the Horned Men. You should be able to see what he is carrying."

The horn people all stared at Wuming's head. Even many black knights and soldiers, after hearing the old woman's words, looked at Wuming in confusion.

Wuming noticed that everyone was looking at him, so he raised his hand and greeted the people around him like a superstar.

The people in the horns were whispering to each other. Some of them had strong spiritual powers, while others were more perceptive. They observed Wuming, and many of them did not believe their own eyes, so they shared what they saw with each other.

After a moment, the people in the horns fell silent, looking at Wuming's head, unable to say a word.

"That's right." The old Horned Woman said, "Outside Shadow City and Ensis City, the remaining souls of our people who suffered from the fire and those who were slaughtered. And the souls of our people who were sacrificed, they are all kept by him, not used, not consumed. There is even my son in there - the guardian spirit I gave him at the beginning is still in him now."

The old woman stared at Wuming:

"Without knowing whether he could persuade me, he burned his soul and broke into the gate of God. He descended to God with his own ability without relying on sacrifice. I am willing to believe in someone who can do this."

The old woman in the corner of the eye:

"He used his own life to protect the souls of our people, allowing them to avoid the fire and enter reincarnation. He understands our people and knows that we value the soul far more than the body. He is willing to help us and prevent us from seeking help from the ominous alien.

"At the same time, he can use his own strength to break into the Gate of God alone and defeat the external gods and their king. He is not a citizen of the Tower, nor a person of the Golden Tree. Isn't such a person worthy of trust as a guarantor?"

The voice of the old Horned Woman caused a wave among the Horned People.

The way the people in the corners looked at Wuming changed from hostility to awe and even admiration.

Gradually, there were no more voices of opposition.

When Leida heard what the old Horned Woman said, she looked at Mistress Michaela and said, "My Lord, is what she said true?"

Michaela nodded and said to Leida:
"Am I right in telling you this? He is very gentle. His choice will definitely surprise you."

Michaela looked at Wuming's back with worry: "This time I was also shocked. He overdraws his body so much. I'm really afraid that one day he will disappear from this world like a dream."

Leida stared at Wuming in astonishment. The hulking figure was reflected in her blessed eyes, and she finally lowered her eyes.

She had faded and was blessed by Michaela. As a direct beneficiary, Leida firmly believed in Michaela's gentleness. But now, even as a bystander with no interests involved, she had to admit that Wuming's back was so high that she could only look up. She was completely convinced.

"Dane's vision is better than mine," said Leida, "but I am blind."

Leida bit her lip and said, "I am ashamed of the eyes you gave me. I will dig them out right now."

As he said this, he stretched out his hand and was about to dig out my eyes.

"Eh hey hey?" Michaela didn't expect it and was too late to stop it.

Leida's arm was captured.

When she looked back, it was Dan, holding her wrist tightly, not moving at all.

"You guys really kept a close eye on her." Michaela breathed a sigh of relief and gave a thumbs up to Dann and Moore behind him.

Dann held Leida's two slender wrists with one hand, took out the Fallen Leaf Holy Mark Necklace and put it on Leida.

"What do you mean?" Leida was stunned. "You want me to join the Fallen Leaf Sect?"

Dann nodded, and under the big brim of his hat, his eyes rarely raised and stared at Leida: "You have practiced too little, start with your eyesight."

Patch glanced sideways and said, "So you can talk."

Michaela chuckled, "That's good. It's better to train your eyesight with Dann than to dig your eyes out. Leida, you should practice with Dann first."

Michaela stood up, stretched and walked towards Wuming:

"I'll help him negotiate."

(End of this chapter)