amaotonovel Chapter 1158 The Wind God Yin Yin Hu
Chapter 1158 The Wind God Yin Yin Hu
Skyrim.
The clear blue sky was like a crystal-clear sapphire, as if it had been carefully forged from the purest and most flawless glass in the world, with no cloud willing to tarnish its perfect surface.
The wind from the southern wilderness is always full of wildness, untamed spirit, and fiery restlessness. It carries sand and the fragrance of grass and trees, blowing leisurely and gently caressing the top of Mount Buting.
At this moment, Su Mingyi and his two companions were resting against a huge rock that had weathered many storms and whose sharp edges had been worn away by time.
The scorched black marks and faint smoky smell left from when I first came into contact with the "Firewood" source still lingered between my fingers.
Incredibly, the rare tree that grew in this mysterious region deep in the Southern Wilderness, containing the last chance for a qualitative leap in the lava lake—the 'Fire Ember Wood'—had its very essence vanished along with the dissipation of the "ember"!
Now, only a single "Firewood" tree remains, its flames dimmed and on the verge of losing all its magical power. It utters a low, mournful sound in the howling wind, like an old man lamenting his unfortunate fate.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
First came an extremely faint sobbing sound, almost imperceptible, as if it came from the ends of the earth, like the whisper of the wind passing through countless holes.
The next moment, the sound suddenly turned into a roar, like a giant beast that had been dormant for 100,000 years suddenly awakening and struggling to break free of its shackles.
A sudden gust of wind arose from the ground, instantly overturning the clouds in mid-air. Yellow sand surged into the sky like raging waves, and pebbles were violently hurled in all directions as if gripped by an invisible giant hand.
The world was instantly shrouded in a dim yellow light, visibility was drastically reduced to less than ten feet, and all that could be heard was the sharp whistling of wind blades cutting through the air, like the howls of evil spirits, which stung the skin.
"Not good!" Su Mingyi exclaimed. With a flick of his wrist, a pale blue spiritual light surged from his palm like a clear spring, transforming into a semi-transparent light shield that tightly protected him and Su Xiaoya beside him.
Yu Shuheng also reacted quickly. He was already standing on the outside of the three people. At this moment, his body was surrounded by golden light like the rising sun. The pressure of the Taiyi Golden Immortal spread out like a surging tide. The golden light condensed into a solid light screen, which barely resisted the whistling rocks and wind blades.
The moment the protective aura collided with the gale, it made a soft "hissing" sound, and fine ripples spread across the surface of the light shield, just like the surface of a lake where pebbles have been thrown in, sparkling and shimmering.
Su Mingyi squinted, trying his best to find his way in the swirling sandstorm, but his heart sank – this wind was no ordinary gale of the Southern Wilderness. It carried an ancient and powerful divine force, with an undeniable majesty, and it even seemed to be suppressing his peak True Immortal cultivation.
The figure of the Wind God appeared and disappeared in the sandstorm, like a firefly in the dark night, slowly emerging with a warm light that pierced through the darkness.
His figure was tall and slender, as if he were one with the wind. Every step he took carried an indescribable rhythm, like a dance of the wind.
He wore a faded blue robe, the hem of which was embroidered with intricate wind patterns. As he moved, the patterns seemed to come alive, and the faint sound of wind could be heard flowing from between them.
The light texture of his blue robe, like clouds and mist, fluttered with his movements, as if he were a messenger of the wind, harnessing its power.
His face was simple and profound, his brows and eyes etched with the vicissitudes of time.
His gaze was cold and indifferent, as if he were looking down on all living beings, revealing an aura of transcendence.
His skin had a faint bluish hue, which contrasted with his blue robe, making him appear even more mysterious and unpredictable.
He held a blue banner in his hand, the banner pole made of an unknown ancient wood, which shimmered with a faint glow.
The banner is embroidered with dense wind patterns, which are like lively elves dancing and leaping on the banner.
The banner fluttered in the wind, and with each sway, it intensified the wind between heaven and earth.
The awe-inspiring presence of the wind god is awe-inspiring; his very existence seems to symbolize the wind itself.
Every movement he makes contains the power of the wind, and every expression he makes reveals his mastery of nature.
His appearance silenced the entire world.
In the entire world, there is only—the wind!
"It is indeed Lord Yinyin!"
A trembling cry of surprise came from not far away.
Su Mingyi looked in the direction of the sound and saw a desolate place. However, in this desolate place, there stood a striking figure.
Upon closer inspection, it can be discovered that this figure actually has three heads!
Without a doubt, this person is one of the legendary three-headed people.
Then came two three-headed men, three… until all the three-headed tribesmen!
Including—Xuanluo!
At this moment, these three-headed people bowed deeply to the figure in the green robe in unison.
Their movements were so synchronized, as if they had undergone extensive training.
What's even more surprising is that they not only leaned forward to the limit, but also bent their necks into an angle that could be described as extremely humble.
Judging from their trembling voices and the awe on their faces, it seemed that the man in the green robe before them was the supreme being in their hearts.
"The God of Wind—Inin!"
As soon as those words left his mouth, Su Mingyi's heart suddenly felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and it began to pound violently.
Before arriving in the Southern Wilderness, Su Mingyi had already been studying diligently in the inner library of the Su family in Funiu Mountain for a long time.
Especially after he successfully broke through to the Mahayana stage, he gained the qualification to enter the top floor of the library and was able to read many invaluable secret scrolls of Qingyuan Star.
Through the records in these scrolls, he became very familiar with this ancient god named Yin Yin Hu.
In fact, most of these secret scrolls were collected by Su Xiaoya, Yu Shuheng and others after going through many hardships.
It contains a detailed record of the earth-shattering war of foreign invasion that took place here 100,000 years ago.
In that magnificent historical period, countless brave and fearless warriors emerged, who used their lives to defend their homeland and protect the peace and tranquility of all things in the world.
"Heroes should not be forgotten..."
Su Mingyi murmured to himself, a hint of emotion and respect in his eyes.
He had never felt so real, so deeply moved, as he had at this moment!
Legend has it that Yinyinhu is an ancient deity that existed since the beginning of the Southern Wilderness, in charge of the wind's entry and exit, able to summon wind and rain, and overturn rivers and seas.
During the cataclysm of resisting extraterrestrial demons 100,000 years ago, he single-handedly summoned the fierce winds of the Southern Wilderness for tens of thousands of miles, annihilating tens of thousands of demon vanguards, earning him a formidable reputation.
Ten thousand years have passed, and everyone thought that this ancient god had long since gone into seclusion, but unexpectedly, he will appear at this moment.
Although, even heroes grow old!
That weakness beneath the majesty, though seemingly faint, was still crystal clear to Su Mingyi, who had comprehended the Great Dao of Life, the Great Dao of Annihilation, and the Great Dao of Reincarnation to an extremely high level.
However, this does not affect Su Mingyi's worship of the wind god Yin Yin Hu!
Yin Yin Hu's gaze, as deep as the starry sky, slowly swept over Su Ming Yi, Yu Shu Heng, and Su Xiao Ya.
What kind of eyes were those?!
His eyes seemed to be filled with endless raging winds, which swirled and intertwined, forming layer upon layer of dense cyclones.
Just one glance was enough to feel like being sucked into that terrifying vortex, your very soul sinking along with it...
When Yin Yin Hu's gaze fell on Su Ming Yi, she lingered for a moment, but quickly looked away.
Then, his gaze quickly swept over the surging golden light surrounding Yu Shuheng's body, finally settling on Su Xiaoya's still slightly immature face.
"You are all cultivators from other places." Yin Yin finally spoke. His voice was not loud, but it was like a gentle breeze rustling through a dense forest, echoing in the air with a soft rustling sound, and reaching the ears of everyone present with exceptional clarity.
This southern wilderness is not a place you should set foot in. You'd better leave immediately! Otherwise... don't blame me for being ruthless.
The wind god's tone was very calm, seemingly without any emotional fluctuation, but between the lines he exuded an unshakable sense of power, making people feel awe, as if everything he said was an inviolable truth.
The moment the words fell, the wind around Yin Yin suddenly surged, and an even more powerful pressure than before swept over the sky, causing Su Mingyi and the other two to catch their breath. Their protective spiritual light began to shake violently, as if it would shatter at any moment.
Yin Yin Hu naturally had her own considerations in mind.
The 'Fire Ember Wood' is the root of the spiritual veins of the Southern Wilderness. Now that its source has been extracted, the spiritual energy of the Southern Wilderness has begun to dissipate. And these three foreign cultivators in front of us are clearly related to the anomaly of the 'Fire Ember Wood'—they are the walking troubles.
If we let them stay in the Southern Wilderness, they might cause even bigger trouble. It would be better to drive them away as soon as possible to avoid future problems.
“Your Excellency, Your Excellency.”
Yu Shuheng stepped forward, and the golden spiritual light around him surged like a raging wave. The pressure of a Taiyi Golden Immortal was released without reservation, like Mount Tai crushing an egg.
The golden light was like a golden torrent, colliding violently with Yin Yin Hu's wind pressure like a raging storm.
There was no earth-shattering roar, only an invisible ripple, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, spreading outwards from the two people in all directions.
Wherever the ripples passed, the sandstorm instantly froze as if under a spell, and then vanished in an instant like wisps of smoke from crushed porcelain.
"We have no intention of being enemies with the gods of the Southern Wilderness." Yu Shuheng's voice was steady and powerful, like a great bell, with the demeanor befitting a Taiyi Golden Immortal. "We have only come to the Southern Wilderness at someone's request to seek a glimmer of hope. We hope that you will grant us this favor."
At this point, Yu Shuheng naturally would not back down.
Even so, I still hold them in high esteem!
Of course, we shouldn't miss the opportunity to test the waters.
"vitality?"
Fengshen Yinyin chuckled, a laugh that seemed to come from a distant time and space, carrying a hint of mockery, but even more so—a sense of desolation.
The blue banner in his hand swayed slightly, and the wind patterns on its surface flickered like twinkling stars in the night sky.
"How could you juniors possibly glimpse the vitality of Qingyuan Star? Ten thousand years ago, in that catastrophe, even the Grand Luo Golden Immortals of the Primordial Chaos perished in the Southern Wilderness like ants, leaving no trace of their bodies. You are merely Taiyi Golden Immortals and True Immortals, yet you dare to come to the Southern Wilderness seeking any hope of survival? It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly overestimating yourselves!"
His words struck Su Mingyi and the other two like a heavy hammer, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over their heads, chilling them to the bone.
The Primordial Golden Immortal—what an unattainable realm that is!
Even for Yu Shuheng, the gap between him and that realm was as vast as an insurmountable chasm.
Even such beings perished in the Southern Wilderness 100,000 years ago. What kind of storm can these three stir up on Qingyuan Star?
No, it's not about bringing Qingyuan Star along, but about how to convince the ancestors of Qingyuan Star who had to lie dormant for various reasons!
Just as Yin Yinhu was about to finish speaking, his gaze suddenly sharpened, as if drawn by something, and fell abruptly on Su Xiaoya.
To be precise, it struck the tiny wisp of heavenly lightning that lingered around Su Xiaoya's fingertips.