In an instant, a multitude of black spots emerged on Xu Qing's body, as the aura of death surrounded him.
"Ancient Spirit Emperor's great world," Xu Qing murmured as he looked around. The power of the Poison Restriction in his body spread out instantly.
Immediately, a sizzling sound emanated from his body. Numerous small entities with sinister ghost heads and slender bodies like maggots were expelled from the black spots on his body and fell to the ground. As they writhed, they transformed into black fog and dissipated.
After they dissipated, the spots no longer formed and his body gradually recovered.
"How should I look for her?" Xu Qing sensed the malice of this great world. A hint of contemplation appeared in his eyes as he looked at his right wrist.
"The Ancient Spirit Race is related to luck…"
With a thought from Xu Qing, the Sixth Heavenly Palace in his body shook. The Heavenly Dao Mosasaur inside emitted an aura that gushed into his wrist.
There were no changes to his wrist.
Xu Qing didn't give up and continued to fuse the aura of the Heavenly Dao into his right wrist. After a long time, his right wrist suddenly felt a little warm. The golden thread that was hidden deep in his bones slowly surfaced on his flesh.
Xu Qing's eyes narrowed.
Looking at the golden thread that was filled with countless cracks, he sighed inwardly and the guilt he felt deepened.
He lifted his hand and sensed his surroundings. Shortly after, he abruptly looked to the right.
When his wrist moved in this direction, the heat was clearly stronger.
"It's this direction!" Xu Qing's gaze was filled with determination. Even though there was danger in this great world, he couldn't care less now. He immediately rushed toward that direction.
His cultivation base erupted completely and he transferred all his strength into speed. The power of the Poison Restriction also spread out. Wherever he passed, the space rumbled, stirring up waves of air-piercing sounds.
After the amount of time it took for an incense stick to burn out, Xu Qing suddenly lifted his left hand and pressed down. Immediately, the Golden Crow appeared behind him and let out a cry, emitting flames that illuminated the surroundings as it headed straight for the ground.
The instant the Golden Crow rushed over, a huge ghost hand suddenly formed below Xu Qing. It originally wanted to grab him but at this moment, it came into contact with the Golden Crow.
This ghost hand's entire body was greenish-black and it was covered in pustules. Every pustule was filled with countless souls that were howling mournfully. They stared fixedly at Xu Qing, revealing madness and greed.
The ghost hand directly collapsed under the impact of the Golden Crow. As it shattered, the souls contained in it gathered together and pounced toward Xu Qing.
However, before they could get close, flames of the Golden Crow swept past. Pained cries and screams rang out from the mouths of those souls and they died like a moth throwing itself to the fire.
Xu Qing followed the guidance of the golden thread and continued to speed.
However, not long later, a gigantic malevolent ghost face suddenly appeared in front of him. It opened its mouth and was about to devour him.
Xu Qing was in a hurry to find Ling'er. When he dodged, the shadow behind him distorted and appeared beside the ghost face, greedily swallowing it. However, the shadow soon trembled and began to retch.
Xu Qing frowned. He could sense that the reason for this was because the souls here possessed a curse. However, now wasn't the time to think about it. Xu Qing didn't slow down and continued forward.
An hour later, when the heat from the golden thread on his wrist grew increasingly intense, something that caused Xu Qing's heart to tremble happened.
The sound of something breaking rang out from his wrist!
Xu Qing's expression changed and he abruptly lowered his head.
The golden thread shattered at this moment and fell off Xu Qing's wrist.
A sense of loss rose in his heart.
After that, it turned into intense uneasiness and a piercing pain.
Xu Qing's breathing quickened as he attempted to grasp the scattered golden threads. However, once the golden thread snapped, it started to quickly dissipate.
He was unable to hold them.
Vaguely, it was as though a blurry figure was fading away from his memories…
A sharp glint appeared in Xu Qing's eyes. The mosasaur in the Sixth Heavenly Palace in his body suddenly appeared above his head and spat out a large amount of Heavenly Dao power that surged toward the golden threads.
The mosasaur sensed Xu Qing's anxiety, and crazily released the power of its Heavenly Dao.
This method was indeed useful but there were some things that weren't that simple to reverse. Even though the mosasaur's Heavenly Dao energy had fused into it, causing the dissipation of the golden threads to slow down, it still couldn't stop them from dissipating.
Clearly, just the power of the mosasaur wasn't enough to stop the golden threads from dissipating.
Looking at the golden threads that continued to dissipate, the piercing pain in Xu Qing's heart continued to intensify. He closed his eyes and when he opened them after three breaths of time, his left eye had turned purple and there was a purple moon in his pupils that was extremely bright.
As for his right eye, it turned black, containing endless poison. At the same time, the Purple Moon appeared behind him and a pair of black indifferent eyes appeared behind the Purple Moon.
The surroundings instantly turned blurry and the world distorted. The power of god authorities erupted from Xu Qing's body, causing his life status to continuously increase. Xu Qing stared at the dissipating golden threads and spoke.
"Stay!"
As soon as this voice rang out, the sky rumbled and the ground trembled.
This was a method of using the god's power that Xu Qing had learned from Chu Tianqun's simulated murmurs. With the help of two god authorities, he made himself look like a new god. In that case, the words he said were the voice of the god.
Xu Qing felt that since the power of the mosasaur wasn't enough, what if he added the god's voice…
As soon as the god's voice rang out, the dissipating golden threads shook. Under the dual power of the god's voice and the mosasaur, the dissipation slowly stopped!
