Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 489 - 486 Shh! Taboo: 5 More Nominations!

Chapter 489: Chapter 486 Shh! Taboo: 5 More Nominations!

The last few days of the sixteenth year of Jianming vanished in the blink of an eye, bringing them to the thirtieth day of the month, when the year ran out.

No sooner had night fallen than the festive atmosphere of the Mid-Year Festival of the Six Langqiong Tribes had reached its climax.

After ridding themselves of the "Old Evils" that were dragging them down, the remaining youths from each village gathered together.

They lit bonfires, cooked delicious food, drank fine wine, and dressed in freshly tailored clothes as they danced and sang around the fire.

"Mulusa Casswei, Yimizi Kaziwei, Nasixi Western Mixture, Sweet Words Colored Speech..."

The ballads sung in various native tongues, just like their bloodline passed down generation to generation, had become among the Ailao Barbarians the oldest of traditions in a community that was otherwise very "young."

The relationships between neighbors were simple and genuine, brimming with joyful harmony.

Moreover, as long as a man and a woman took a liking to each other, they could immediately move into a bamboo house together that very evening.

There was no need for a bride price, a dowry, or even a formal wedding.

Apart from the once-a-year "Jingzhe Immortal Trial," there was no chance to step out of these social confines.

In the Langqiong tribes, there had long been no writing, no schooling, no external enemies, and no taxes from the government, with no need for competition.

All culture, knowledge, and traditions had been completely devastated by the Qingtian Righteous Law Path.

Naturally, there was no motivation to strive for improvement or reason to change their circumstances.

For most Ailao Barbarians, whose minds had been repeatedly brainwashed and whose horizons had been narrowed, this small village was their entire world!

However.

The celebration was indeed lively and colorful, especially with the presence of each pair of suitable-aged men and women, which eventually even turned a bit excessively fervent.

But the time had only just come to the Midnight of the first day of the seventeenth year of Jianming, when ordinary people in Great Yan would begin staying up to welcome the New Year.

An oppressive, eerie atmosphere suddenly enveloped the entirety of the Six Langqiong Tribes.

Not to mention the bonfires, even all sounds of voices vanished in an instant; every household closed their doors and locked up.

[Taboo: Mentioned at the Fifth Watch!

From Midnight until the sunrise the next day, all people, regardless of gender or age, must not speak or make noise.

Nor may they peek at anything happening outside their windows.

A special note of caution, one must absolutely not call out anyone’s name!

If someone does, neither of them will get to see the sun of the New Year.

Hush! No sound!]

Because at this time each year, it was dinner time for the "Immortals."

At this moment, the abyss-like pitch-black night sky showed no trace of the moon or a single star.

But within the inky darkness that kept roiling like ink, it seemed as though countless indescribable entities were slowly awakening.

Amid the weird rustling noises, the entire Langqiong began to fill with a slightly sour and rotten strange smell.

The core of all these abnormalities was none other than the Ming Jiu Mountain, where the temple of the Qingtian Righteous Law Path was located.

The fierce wind howled fiercely.

Flower Hairpin Lady, adorned in shimmering silver ornaments, perched high upon the highest azure eave of the main hall, her round and flawless legs elegantly crossed.

With her ear to the side, she heard the increasingly urgent chirping of insects from the darkness, and seeing that the auspicious time had arrived, the delicate corners of the Green Seal Strange Immortal’s lips curled into an indulgent smile:

"My children, you’ve waited long enough!"

She placed a magic treasure, a bone flute crafted from the wing bone of a bizarre species known as the Angry-Eyed Divine Vulture, to her lips.

Notes—mellow, clear, or discordant—leapt from the holes in the flute, merging into a tune that most people would find exceedingly annoying.

But those beings hidden in the darkness cheered and danced in unison with it.

It was at that moment that the Bottomless Worm Cellar within Ming Jiu Cave Heaven thunderously opened.

Zing—!

Amidst the shrill zing of flapping elytra, chilly figures laden with a heavy scent of blood whooshed out.

The sixteen Poison Gods, meticulously nurtured by the Flower Hairpin Lady with great effort, appeared first.

Golden Cicada God, Stone Poison God, Green Scale God, Life Snake God, Ice Worm God, Red Gold God, Nine-Eyed God, Golden Tooth God.

Colorful Wing God, Colorful Smoke God, Green King God, Five King God, Black King God, Green Aphid God, Middle Evil God, Yin Centipede God.

Each of these Poison Gods seemed to have devoured countless kin.

Their appearances, a blend of numerous species, made it nearly impossible to discern their original forms.

For instance, the Golden Cicada God had twelve pairs of razor-sharp cicada wings on its back.

Where its eyes should have been, there were now two bovine mouths filled with the sharp teeth of carnivores, emitting the constant wailing of infants.

Their proboscis, bristling with chilling barbs, ended in a forked, bright red tongue resembling that of a sea anemone, even their six legs were replaced by deformed human hands and feet.

The Life Snake God was even more terrifying, appearing as a sphere composed of thousands of poisonous snakes.

However, these snakes did not have snake heads but rather colorful triangular human heads, some with a single horn, some with a single eye, some spitting venom...

All flicking black, forked tongues, making one feel as if countless snakes were about to burrow into one’s body through the pores.

When the sixteen Poison Gods gathered, they seemed to darken the night sky with their ominous presence.

Poison worms, artificial creations, inherently lacked strong spiritual essence and had much fewer chances of achievement compared to other species.

Under the cultivation of the Qingtian Righteous Law Path, they had been subjected to excessive brutality, bloodshed, and negative emotions, making their temperaments far more ferocious than ordinary creatures.

Even though Flower Hairpin Lady helped them achieve the Killing Banquet and acquire a Killing Dao Fruit, transforming each into a Yellow Seal Strange Immortal,

among these sixteen swift and brutal Poison Gods, not even the smartest could match the intelligence of a three-year-old child.

Luckily, on the path of promotion through the Deceit Dao, intelligence was essentially optional.

"Squeak... Mother... Squeak... Mother..."

As soon as they flew out of the worm cellar, they swarmed around Flower Hairpin Lady, who looked on them with a face full of maternal love.

Only in her presence would they curb their ferocity and express genuine, simple adoration.

Just as if they were facing their own birth mother.

"Children, go, and together partake in your ’New Year’s Eve dinner.’

If anyone can successfully break through Green Seal, the Lady will take them to a very warm place, giving them a chance to live with me forever!"

Regrettably, even a voice as gentle as spring water could not mask the glint of a tear at the corner of Flower Hairpin Lady’s mouth.

As she spoke, she involuntarily glanced at the most powerful among them, who had already reached the peak of Divine Transformation, Golden Cicada God and Life Snake God.

These two were also the most likely candidates to achieve breakthrough among the sixteen Poison Gods this time.

"Thank... you... Lady... Squeak Squeak Squeak..."

Leading by Golden Cicada God and Life Snake God, the sixteen Poison Gods soared into the sky.

Flower Hairpin Lady and Child Rejuvenation Immortal, two Green Seal Sages, closely followed to safeguard, to prevent any mishap with the painfully gathered forces.

Behind them, a swarm of poison worms surged out like a tide, and upon leaving Ming Jiu Mountain, they split into two groups, one headed northwest and the other northeast.

In an instant, like dark clouds sweeping across, they had separately attacked the nearest main cities within the six provinces of Langqiong.

Even as they passed a few pitch-black villages.

Since the mortals adhered to the taboo of "Five Watches Nomination", the Poison Gods could only forcibly contain their nearly bursting appetites, which they had maintained all year.

When the eerie sound of the flute rose again.

The "Old Evils" in the city, who were earlier fed witch medicine by the disciples of Qingtian Righteous Law Path and put into a deep sleep, simultaneously opened their vacant eyes.

They stood up, stripped off all their clothes.

Like walking corpses, they walked onto the streets with a vacant gaze.

In neat ranks, they orderly stepped onto a massive bluestone altar at the very center of the city.

This altar, not knowing how many years it had withstood or how many feasts like today it had witnessed.

Even constantly exposed to the wind and sun, the crevices still retained suspicious dark red stains, and if one searched carefully, perhaps even a few teeth and bone fragments could be found.

Squeak—!

Following the high-pitched cry of Golden Cicada God, the eight Poison Gods seated around the altar in the clouds began to act simultaneously.

A stark naked figure on the altar suddenly collapsed, turned into an empty, flaccid human skin that fluttered to the ground.

Who knows by whom, in an instant, it was eaten, leaving nothing but an empty shell.

Others, some suddenly soared from the ground, and upon landing were left with only half a hip bone covered with bite marks; some were twisted like pretzels, their last drop of essence blood drained...

The "Crunch Crunch" of chewing noises immediately filled the skies.

The Poison Gods, seated in the clouds, fully unleashed their indescribable Dharma Bodies.

Massive limbs of bizarre shapes churned in the clouds, devouring the "delicious dishes" below, seizing whatever caught their fancy.

They ate only the freshest, most nutritious parts: the internal organs, the brains, the marrow...

The rest of the flesh, the limbs, and the blood continuously fell toward the lower layers.

Their accompanying poison worms of varied ranks, undeterred by these leftovers, swarmed over all edible parts, thoroughly consuming everything.

Of course, many unlucky ones couldn’t avoid the fate of being casually stuffed into the mouths of higher-level poison worms.

It was a perfect portrayal of the "survival of the fittest, winner takes all" nature of poison worms.

Although there wasn’t a single human scream throughout the ordeal.

But it was this seemingly humane "silence" that made the bloodiest slaughterhouse in the Mortal World seem like nothing compared to a mere fraction of the terror present here.

They were willingly putting themselves on the platter, apparently never possessing the right to bargain.

One wonders if the younger generation of the Ailao Barbarian under thirty-five would go insane on the spot if they saw such a gruesome scene?

And whether they could still peacefully enjoy that "Qingtian Governance"?

Flower Hairpin Lady, of human origin, watched this gruesome scene, her face growing more and more delighted:

"It cost me countless heart’s blood and many years of hard work, and I borrowed some knowledge from the "Killing Tree" from Outer Heaven.

"The ’Qingtian Governance’ that I’ve been perfecting little by little is finally about to bloom and yield results.

To lose humanity is to lose a lot, to lose beast nature is to lose everything!

It is true for both you and me."

"Being domesticated and tamed by ’Qingtian Governance,’ in reality, you are stripped of the mental means to fight back and castrated from the beast nature that would do anything to survive, from now on you will only endure passively.

This world does not develop in the right direction, but in the direction of least resistance, and the secret is to align with human nature!

Once a torrent is formed, it flows magnificently and irresistibly!

Short-sighted humans cling desperately to everything they already possess, not wanting to lose anything, but in the end, they completly lose everything.

Born in adversity, die in comfort. Hehehe..."

Flower Hairpin Lady looked up at the distant sky, but her eyes contained only a condescending gaze:

"The mighty Heavenly Official, though possessing the advantage in numbers and strength, has never been good at using its brains, no different from a group of wild boars.

If I achieve the Purple Seal and lead that group of Heavenly Officials, the mere Nine Soldiers could be wiped out with a flick of a hand!"

Like Su Guyun, who was desperately struggling for freedom, Flower Hairpin Lady clearly had both the beauty of 80 Jin and the rebelliousness of 70 Jin.

Moreover, her ambition was even greater than Su Guyun’s. She didn’t just want to survive, but was further looking to seize control over the throne of the Heavenly Officials!

In the sky, the surging tide of insects ebbed and flowed.

Cities were devoured one -after another; feasts were consumed one after another.

The presence of the sixteen Poison Gods and their subordinate poison worms grew stronger, but they were increasingly farther from their home base, the Ming Jiu Cave Heaven.

They were completely unaware that a crisis, planned for over a month, was quietly descending.

Within the northernmost territory of the Yuexi Order.

An old man with utterly white hair and beard, who had sat in the snowy ground for so long he resembled a stone, heard the increasingly closer buzzing of insects and slowly opened his pair of fierce, flaming golden eyes.

Towards the other end of the Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Net, he whispered:

"Taibai, my friend, you may proceed with the plan, I am on my way!"

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