Chapter 329
329 Deadline 1
Chapter 329 329 Fixed Limit 1
Evil energy degenerating?
Lin Hui had heard Zhang Yao and the others mention before that the evil energy seemed to be acting strangely and was declining, but to think that it had actually degenerated to this extent really shocked him.
Standing in the palace hall halfway up the mountain, Lin Hui looked around at everyone.
Currently, there are sixteen members of the Mist People who have joined Black Cloud City, which is significantly more than before.
But at this moment, these people are all in a somewhat strange state.
As Xie Chang'an said, their evil power is much weaker than that of normal Mist People.
Lin Hui wasn't particularly sensitive to these things before, but ever since he forcibly acquired the Yin-Yang Divine Sword, he had thoroughly studied the Evil Weapon Separation Sword inside and out before it evolved.
So there is sensitivity.
Looking at Gongsun Xinlian and Zhang Yao again, and recalling the time limit mentioned by the Mingxin Society Master, Lin Hui seemed to understand something.
After taking his seat, he looked at Zhang Yao, who then explained to him in detail the series of findings that everyone had just discovered.
"So, everyone's fel energy has degenerated by about 20%? And it seems to be continuing to degenerate over time?" Lin Hui frowned.
"Yes," Zhang Yao said with a wry smile.
Lin Hui then looked at Gongsun Xinlian.
The latter had already put on a thick black veil to cover her face. Judging from the exposed skin on her body, there seemed to be some wrinkles on her neck and arms.
The degradation of fel energy has, to a certain extent, been unable to suppress the lifespan of the Mistfolk, which is nearing its limit.
This might explain why she wears a veil on such occasions.
Seemingly noticing Lin Hui's gaze, Gongsun Xinlian lowered her head slightly, turned away, and stopped facing him.
The meeting turned into a personal outpouring of emotions, a style that has been the case for a long time.
When there were fewer people at the beginning, Lin Hui remembered that Xie Chang'an and the others would eat, drink and drive at the same time.
Now that there are more people, that casualness has turned into chaos and a tangled mess.
Everyone wanted to speak, to make requests, and to ask for help. After everyone had taken their turn, it was more than half an hour before Xie Chang'an finally got to speak.
Seeing that these pointless discussions might continue, Lin Hui and Zhang Yao quietly withdrew.
The two left the floating mountain in tacit agreement and flew towards the outer city.
“Actually, it’s not just us; this kind of huge regression has occurred in other places as well,” Zhang Yao transmitted his voice.
"What else did you discover?" Lin Hui asked in a deep voice.
“Fog.” Zhang Yao nodded, pointing to the fairly thick fog outside.
"This fog is much, much less concentrated than before. And not just the fog, there's also..."
The two flew out of the gradually recovering dock, away from the near sea, and past fleets of ships.
They soon entered the deep sea.
He grabbed it casually.
A powerful, seemingly empty hand easily scooped up some large fish from the seawater.
But these deep-sea fish that were caught all looked different from before.
Although these fish have been cleansed from pollution, they still retain the ferocious appearance of the monsters from the foggy area, such as hard scales, sharp teeth, and barbs on their bodies.
But at this moment.
Lin Hui frowned slightly, then reached out and rolled up a fish in his hand.
The eyes of this sea fish used to be reddish, and you could vaguely sense a subtle, decaying odor emanating from them, because many of these fish fought each other and scavenged. But now...
The sea fish in his hand had smooth, glossy, silvery-white scales, black eyes with white pupils, and its scales had softened considerably; the sharp spines were gone.
"Is this the normal phase?" Lin Hui asked.
“Yes, the salvage ships off the coast of Black Cloud have been going crazy lately. The danger of sea fish has dropped drastically, and everyone is fishing like crazy, afraid that they won’t have this opportunity again after this period,” Zhang Yao replied.
He tossed the fish back into the sea and sighed. He seemed to have sighed more in this period of time than he had in all of the previous thousands of years.
"I have a bad feeling."
"Don't overthink it, it's probably just a temporary adjustment in the overall environment," Lin Hui said after a pause.
“Actually, it happened once before. After that, the top-level Mist People all went into seclusion and disappeared. But this time…” Zhang Yao didn’t continue.
He gazed at the Jade Sea in the distance, where the fog had thinned considerably.
Because the sea level has dropped significantly, the original docks and ports of Black Cloud City are now much further away from the coast, so workers are still repairing the new docks.
Some of the giants have become the most sought-after laborers. The tough, strong elephant-men are second, also making a fortune. Everything seems incredibly rosy.
“If one day we can no longer protect the Black Cloud,” Zhang Yao said softly, “Dao Master, perhaps all of this will depend on you.”
“I’m not very reliable,” Lin Hui said calmly. “This is your hard work; it’s better if you take care of it yourselves.”
The decay was still spreading, but now, the fog people at the source seemed to be having problems themselves. Zhang Yao sighed again and didn't speak again. Soon, he was called back by a miscellaneous task reported by the Black Army.
Lin Hui did not go home. Instead, his expression changed slightly, and he suddenly accelerated, flying out of the Black Cloud City's territory and heading towards the Zhenlong Divine Palace.
Not long after.
He returned to the Divine Palace of the Deep Sea.
Within the entire divine palace, only Di Yun remained, obediently guarding the place.
The other mist gods were nowhere to be seen. The area around the shrine was also completely empty.
Upon seeing Lin Hui return, Di Yun, the old tortoise, was overjoyed and quickly crawled towards him.
"Lord Dao, you've finally arrived. Something terrible has happened!"
"What is it?" Lin Hui had a vague guess in his mind.
"Not long ago, everyone's divine positions were in turmoil, and many weaker mist gods even degenerated directly into divine descendants. And those divine descendants directly degenerated into ordinary creatures!" Di Yun began to talk incessantly, telling Lin Hui in detail everything that had happened during this period.
It turns out that ever since the Battle of Haiming in the capital, all the mist gods have felt their divine positions disappearing.
The divine position is the foundation of everything for them. Without it, a god can no longer be called a god, and they will no longer be able to gather divine power. The divine kingdom will also be unable to be maintained, and they will only degenerate into ordinary divine-blooded beings.
So from the moment the problem arose with the divine position, everyone panicked and began searching everywhere for the cause.
But since everyone had experienced that great battle ten thousand years ago, they quickly drew a conclusion.
“It must be another time limit. Last time it didn’t affect us, but this time it’s even affecting us,” Di Yun sighed. “I’m alright, I was always like this. Some of their humanoid princes have directly regressed back to their original forms. They can’t even maintain their humanoid forms.”
Lin Hui stood aside, carefully examining the changes inside the Zhenlong Divine Palace.
He discovered that the strange spatial effects inside the shrine were also shrinking.
"You've noticed it too? Yes, the spatial array of this divine palace has also begun to deteriorate, and its volume is now more than half the size it was before," Di Yun sighed. "Everyone in the divine realm is in complete chaos right now. We've also observed that some animals that were originally long-lived have all suddenly died. If it were just a normal death from old age, that would be fine, but for a large number of elderly individuals from different races and groups to suddenly die, then there must be a problem."
"Perhaps even age is locked in?" Lin Hui said softly.
“It seems there’s been another limit,” Di Yun nodded. “Essentially, the higher the concentration of various forces in the environment, the longer the lifespan of life, and the greater the upper limit of the strong. Now, it’s very likely that the limit has forcibly removed the overall upper limit of the force concentration in the environment.”
"Do you have a solution?" Lin Hui asked. "Since you've already gone through a time limit, you must have thought of a solution, right?"
"There's no way around it. The previous supreme beings either died or went into hiding. Even those who were willing to show themselves are completely untouchable, clearly having escaped to some absolutely isolated other world level. This was to avoid the previous limitations. And this time, the scope is even larger and wider!"
Di Yun's words reminded Lin Hui of the goddess who had drifted across the sea.
The sorrow on her face seemed to indicate that she had foreseen the impending catastrophe.
Di Yun continued to ramble on, talking about how hard it was for him to be here all by himself, and how the divine descendants of the surrounding divine palaces had been so loud and boisterous when they were taking advantage of him, but now that something had happened, they had all scattered like birds and beasts, with no sense of belonging whatsoever.
Lin Hui didn't take it to heart.
The number of subordinates in the Divine Palace is huge, but their loyalty is not very good. He only temporarily gathered them together to make it easier to plunder precious medicines.
Now that the precious medicine is in hand, these goods are no longer of any use. They have left Qingfeng Dao, the Dharma Seal has been automatically reclaimed, and the Eye of Life has automatically disappeared.
Of course, at this point, these divine descendants of the Mist Gods probably don't care about this loss anymore. Their most cherished divine positions are starting to have problems, and this is the real issue that concerns their life and death.
Everyone ran away.
Lin Hui looked at the empty temple and felt the shrinking space inside.
"Would you be willing to leave with me and return to headquarters?" He still had some goodwill towards Di Yun, this honest and upright fellow.
"Yes, yes, sir! From now on, I'll call you sir, Lord Dao. I can't stay here any longer. Please take me away!" Di Yun said hurriedly.
Where is your divine kingdom?
"It's long gone. My divine position has vanished, and my divine power has dissipated, so I'm basically the same as the previous divine descendants. But my greatest advantage, Di Yun, is my tough shell! Also, our lineage is born with extremely long lifespans. Even without a divine position, we won't experience the inevitable decay and death, so you don't need to worry about us having any problems!"
Di Yun tried hard to promote herself.
In recent days, he had also traveled around and seen many problematic fog gods and fog people.
Everything is changing, everything is deteriorating.
The entire world seemed to be rejecting the once glorious Mist God clan.
Just when he thought everything was destined, Lin Hui's appearance completely shocked him.
In this world where everything is regressing, Lin Hui seems like a lone traveler detached from everything, completely unaffected.
In fact, his aura and presence were even stronger than when he left last time.
This scene made Di Yunche completely devoted to this Qingfeng Dao Master.
What truly defines a top-tier thigh? This is the real deal!
There's not much to say; the moment he saw Lin Hui return, he decided to go all in.
(End of this chapter)