20demayo Chapter 372 Moving Mountains and Overturning Earth! The three women were shocked! Does Qin Mu's
Chapter 372 Moving Mountains and Overturning Earth! The three women were shocked! Does Qin Mu's
The entire tunnel collapsed!
The crossbeams broke, boulders crashed down, and soil poured down like a waterfall, the thunderous roar shaking the mountainside.
The soldiers didn't have time to run, hide, or even shout before they were buried under hundreds of thousands of pounds of earth and rocks.
Darkness swallowed their last glimmer of vision.
The elder stood at the very front. A millstone-sized rock struck him in the chest. He heard the cracking sound of his ribs breaking, a metallic taste filled his mouth, and then everything went black. He could feel nothing anymore.
His fingers twitched twice in the sand before being covered by an even thicker layer of mud.
Outside the passageway, in the valley.
Qin Mu stood on the hillside, hands behind his back, gazing at the collapsing valley below.
The moon-white robe remained motionless amidst the smoke and dust, like a jade sword stuck among the rocks.
The ground was shaking violently, as if a giant dragon was turning over underground. Rocks rolled down the hillside and crashed into the valley, stirring up even more dust.
Trees fell by their roots, rocks crumbled and flew everywhere, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring half the sky.
The sunlight was filtered into a dim yellow by the dust and fog, like the end of the world.
The rumbling sound lasted for a long time.
Long enough that the smoke and dust dissipated, long enough that the tremors ceased, long enough that the valley became a sunken, lifeless ruin, like a closed eye.
The three women stood behind him, looking at the ruins, exchanging bewildered glances, their eyes filled with shock.
Their hands were trembling slightly, not because of the cold, but because just now, they had witnessed what it meant for "the sky to collapse and the earth to split open".
This method was completely beyond their comprehension!
Zhao Qingxue stood on the hillside, looking at the collapsed valley below, her pupils slightly contracting.
She instinctively gripped the scabbard of the Frost Moon Sword, her knuckles turning white.
She knew Qin Mu was very strong, strong enough to crush the Emperor's edict with a flick of his wrist, strong enough to carry them across mountains and rivers, but she never imagined he could be this strong.
In the blink of an eye, mountains crumbled and the earth split.
This is the work of an immortal, not the skill of a mortal.
The last glimmer of hope in her mind that "maybe there's still a chance to resist" vanished like a candle blown out by the wind, leaving no trace of smoke.
Yunluan's hand slowly slid down from the sword hilt, her eyes fixed on the sunken ruins, her lips slightly parted, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.
Her throat felt dry, as if something was blocking it.
She had seen countless powerful figures and killed countless enemies, but she had never seen anyone capable of overturning mountains and seas or destroying the world.
His Majesty is no longer a strongman, he is a god!
Her knees even felt weak, and she wanted to kneel down, not out of fear, but out of awe.
An instinctive surrender when faced with an existence that transcends all cognition.
Jiang Zhaoyue stood still, her hands hanging at her sides, her fingertips trembling slightly.
Her eyes were a little red, not from fear, but from an indescribable excitement.
She remembered how she once thought Xu Longxiang was very strong, that the 300,000 iron cavalry of the Northern Border were invincible, and that as long as she waited, there would always be a day when she could turn the tide.
But now, looking at the valley that had been forcibly lowered several feet, she suddenly felt that those thoughts were as ridiculous as children playing house.
She was glad she was standing behind him, rather than on the other side.
Qin Mu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the ruins, his brows furrowing slightly.
There are still survivors.
His senses were like an invisible net, covering the entire collapsed area; every faint heartbeat and every groan could not escape his ears.
Those people were buried dozens of feet deep in the mud, still struggling and panting.
He raised his right hand, joined his five fingers together, and gently slashed at the void.
The movements were so casual, as if he were shooing away a flying insect.
An invisible sword aura cleaved from his fingertips and disappeared into the depths of the ruins.
The sword energy was silent and stealthy, cutting through soil and rock as easily as cutting through water.
The ground shook again, and gravel and soil surged to both sides, as if cleaved in two by an invisible giant hand.
A huge, dark, bottomless crack opened up in the center of the ruins, with soil and rocks still falling from its edges, like a wound that would never close.
No trace of life could be heard emanating from the ground anymore.
All those heartbeats, those groans, those faint struggles were wiped away by this sword, completely and utterly.
Qin Mu withdrew his hand and looked at the sunken valley in front of him.
The horizon had clearly dropped at least three zhang (approximately 13 meters) from before, as if it had been slapped hard by a giant hand, leaving a huge scar with jagged edges and exposed gravel.
The original hillside has become a cliff, and the original valley floor has become a deep pit.
He chuckled softly. "What do you think the Moon Goddess and the others will think when they discover this place?"
Zhao Qingxue withdrew her gaze and glanced at the ruins.
Her gaze swept over the exposed rock layers, over the broken tree roots, and over the bottomless cracks.
"Even if it's discovered, they won't suspect it was done by a person."
Her voice was calm, as calm as if she were stating a fact.
"In their minds, it's absolutely impossible for a human to possess such power. They would only assume it's a natural disaster, or an earthquake."
Yunluan took a deep breath, clasped her hands in a fist and bowed.
Her back was bent so deeply that her forehead almost touched her knees.
"Your Majesty's divine might is unparalleled; your subordinates are filled with awe!"
Her voice was deeper than usual, carrying an unprecedented, heartfelt reverence.
When she straightened up, her eyes no longer held their usual coldness, but instead shone with an almost devout light.
Jiang Zhaoyue also bowed, placing her hands folded in front of her forehead, and performed a deep salute.
"Your Majesty... I don't know what to say. I only feel that being able to stand behind Your Majesty is the greatest blessing of my life."
Her voice trembled slightly, with a hint of a sob in it.
She didn't know why she wanted to cry; she just felt her eyes were hot and her heart was full.
Qin Mu smiled, turned around, and walked down the hillside.
"Let's go."
The moon-white robe fluttered gently in the morning breeze, its hem sweeping across the rocks and stirring up fine dust.
His pace was unhurried, as casual as taking a stroll.
The three women followed behind him, their footsteps echoing softly among the rocks.
Zhao Qingxue's steps were much lighter than when she arrived, Yun Luan's back was straighter, and Jiang Zhaoyue had an uncontrollable smile on her lips.
Behind me, the sunken valley lay silently among the mountains, like a wound that would never heal.
The wind blew across the ruins, raising a fine mist of dust, like a long sigh.
.......
The main altar of the Moon Goddess Cult, inside a secret chamber.
The Moon Goddess sat cross-legged on a futon, her eyes slightly closed, her hands clasped on her knees, palms facing up, her fingertips gleaming with a faint silvery-white light.
The light, like threads of moonlight, flowed slowly between her fingers.
Her breathing was long and even, each breath carrying a faint wisp of moonlight that swirled around her, enveloping her in a hazy, silvery-white glow.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes.
A hint of surprise flashed in those cold, star-like eyes, like a pebble striking a calm lake, creating ripples.
His brows furrowed slightly, and a very faint knot formed between his eyebrows.
Her fingers involuntarily curled up slightly, and the silvery-white light in her palm dimmed for a moment.
She turned her head and looked toward the east wall of the secret room.
Thick layers of rocks, miles away, layers upon layers of soil and rock walls—nothing could be seen.
Through these things, she heard a muffled thud.
The sound was very low, as low as a muffled thunder rolling across the distant horizon. Ordinary people couldn't hear it at all, and even ordinary martial artists would ignore it.
But she is the moon goddess, and her senses are sharper than anyone else's. Within a radius of dozens of miles, even the sound of ants crawling over fallen leaves cannot escape her ears.
The sound came from the east—from the direction where her troops were stationed!
Her brows furrowed even more.
The vein on her forehead twitched slightly, a reaction that only occurs when she is extremely nervous.
She had been managing that valley for decades.
The entire mountain was hollowed out, layers of restrictions were laid out, and a hundred thousand troops and ten elders at the first-grade level were stationed there.
That was her confidence in facing the Qin Dynasty, her biggest card in her hand.
Countless times she stood before the map in the secret chamber, pointing to that spot, telling herself—as long as this army remains, the Qin Dynasty cannot touch her.
Nothing can possibly happen!
It was a place that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, with a hidden entrance. Even if the Qin's 50,000 elite troops found the place, they would not be able to break through!
Moreover, there are ten first-rank elders in charge, and an army of 100,000 ready to fight.
Even a peak Celestial Realm expert who ventures in will never return!
But that voice... it definitely came from over there!
Her fingers slowly tightened on her knees, the silvery-white light at her fingertips flickering slightly, like candlelight being blown by the wind.
Her fingernails dug into her palm, causing a slight stinging sensation.
She took a deep breath and suppressed her unease.
Breath is inhaled through the nose, passes through the throat, fills the chest cavity, and is then slowly exhaled.
It took three attempts before my heartbeat finally slowed down.
"Someone come here!"
The door to the secret room was pushed open, and two women in white quickly walked in and knelt on the ground.
Their footsteps were very light, and the sound of their clothes rubbing together was especially clear in the quiet, enclosed room.
"What are your orders, Master?"
The moon goddess looked at them, her voice calm.
It was as calm as a stagnant pool, but beneath that stillness lay an undercurrent.
Did you hear anything just now?
The two women exchanged a glance and shook their heads simultaneously.
"I did not hear any unusual noises."
One of them cautiously added, "Everything is normal."
The moon goddess remained silent for a moment.
The silence was brief, as brief as a drop of ink falling into a deep pool, yet it caused fine beads of sweat to appear on the foreheads of both women.
"Go check out the military camp in the east and report back to me immediately if you find anything."
The two women lowered their heads. "Yes!"
They stood up and quickly left the secret room.
The door closed slowly behind me with a dull thud.
The moon goddess sat on a futon and closed her eyes.
She wanted to continue cultivating, so she circulated her true energy for three cycles.
True Qi originates from the Dantian, flows along the meridians through the limbs and bones, and then returns to the Dantian.
But each time the flow returned, it was a little slower than the last, like a river encountering silt.
My mind just can't calm down.
That unease was like a thorn stuck in her heart; it wasn't deep, but she couldn't get rid of it no matter what.
With each breath she inhaled, the thorn would pierce deeper; with each exhalation, it would retreat, but never leave.
She opened her eyes and looked down at her hands.
The silver lines on her palms were a little lighter than yesterday, a sign that her internal energy was not circulating smoothly when she was restless.
She clenched her fist, then relaxed it; the lines on her fist did not return to their original state.
"Impossible," she murmured to herself, her voice echoing softly in the empty, enclosed room, like a person walking in the dark repeatedly telling themselves that there was no cliff ahead.
"An army of 100,000, and ten first-rank elders. How could something have happened?"
She bit her lower lip, leaving a faint teeth mark.
She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
Take another deep breath, then exhale.
His chest heaved and his shoulders shrugged, like a bellows being pulled at full capacity.
She forced herself to calm down, suppressing those chaotic thoughts little by little, like stuffing a pile of rubble into a box that was too small, pressing hard, pressing hard, until the lid closed.
Her temples were throbbing, the veins on her forehead were throbbing, and her fingers were throbbing too.
But that unease was still there, like a snake coiled up in her heart, flicking its tongue, waiting to bite again when it thought she had relaxed.
She closed her eyes, but the snake was still there.
She opened her eyes, and the snake was still there.
There was nothing she could do but wait.
Wait for those two women to return.