Chapter 574: Chapter 472: Last Chance, Disaster Strikes Chapter 574: Chapter 472: Last Chance, Disaster Strikes Changbai State, an ancient city called Lishui.

This city is located in the southern part of the Empire, originally constructed by the Southern Barbarian Tribal Chiefs who lived here in ancient times.

Those chieftains were even more troublesome than the monks of the Esoteric Sect on Skull Plain, skilled in manipulating Puppets and even possessing Divine Skills to control Demons. When the Zhou Dynasty was established, they could not conquer this prosperous ancient city. It followed by a struggle lasting hundreds of years, slowly uniting the surrounding forces.

Lishui City was built on a water pond, surrounded by mountains with vibrant terraced fields. Although it’s just the beginning of spring, those neat fields have already been covered with a layer of oil-painting-like emerald green.

White birds flapping their wings, fish leaping out of the water.

From afar, one can feel a vigorous vitality rushing forward.

Above Lishui lies the Changbai River, whose source stems from the vast expanse of the Great Snow Mountain stretching thousands of kilometers.

At this moment, as the sun rises, golden spots of light refract from the mountain top, and in several ancient temples above, bronze bells ring, their sound spanning a thousand years.

Below the Great Snow Mountain, on the banks of the Changbai River, there stands an abandoned dock.

A middle-aged man, wearing a black leather jacket and pants, robust in figure, his grayish-white hair meticulously in place, walked onto the extending broken bridge. The old wooden bridge seemed barely able to bear the man’s weight, emitting two piercing creaks, below lies a lush reed marsh, a few dusty sparrows startled, flapping their wings flying afar.

Witnessing such a vibrant scene, Li Wenshe whistled, immediately stirring another large flock of sparrows into flight.

He smiled, eyes squinting, looking far away along the flowing direction of the river. Although winter has passed, the proximity to the Snow Mountain still left a hint of chill here. The river water rushed, slightly turbid, with ice chunks not fully melted mixing in, occasionally clinking against each other.

Further down lies Lishui Ancient City.

With the sun rising, this ancient city too has awoken.

Smokes curled up from various households, elders calling out, children running around in the streets. Women adorned with silver ornaments washed vegetables by the river or beat clothes with wooden sticks. Topless men, in groups of two or three, headed towards the lush green terraced fields. Some people also led old oxen with rings through their noses, heads raised emitting mooing sounds.

Although separated by a great distance, and the fog over the river not yet fully dispersed.

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But relying on his strong spiritual power, this picturesque scene unraveled meticulously before Li Wenshe.

He could even smell the fresh scent emanating from it.

However…

Thinking about such scenes soon transforming into a human Purgatory under his control, Li Wenshe couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart.

Under constraints.

Genetic inducement drugs will trigger mutations, humans they contact will morph into monsters.

Then, under the dominance of primal violence, kill their own kin, streets littered with torn corpses, the turbid river water stained red with blood.

An abundance of death, despair, pain… will further provoke the descent of Eternal Heaven Power.

Within this chain reaction.

Powerful Demons will be born from the corpses.

Every drop of human blood, every death will enhance their power.

In a short time, these Demons will grow to rival Demon Gods, and only a few extremely powerful Martial Artists might manage a brief survival from this catastrophe.

However, this is also what Li Wenshe enjoys seeing.

These Martial Artists themselves are sources of pollution, wherever they go, disaster follows.

By the time they notice something is amiss, everything will already be too late.

“That will be a feast rare in a thousand years,” Li Wenshe whistled, a smile forming on his face.

He reached into his chest and pulled out a leather water flask, opening the stopper with his thumb. Instantly, a bit of black mist emerged, looking closely at it, one would find these mists are not real gases but countless microscopic insects barely visible to the naked eye. If one’s hearing was sharp enough, even the buzzing sound of their wings flapping in the air can be heard.

For the Descenders, these copied and created humans are but ants. Yet, attitudes towards ants vary–some ignore them, some pity them, and some hold a great malice, using magnifying glasses to roast ants under focused sunlight, enjoying their painful struggles.

Li Wenshe belongs to the latter category.

Even among the Descenders, his character is particularly vile.

Li Wenshe released his thumb, turning the leather water flask upside down, a massive amount of black mist instantly cascading down with the river towards the distant Lijiang Ancient City.

After finishing this.

Li Wenshe turned to leave but heard rustling sounds from behind.

Behind him was a dense jungle, leaves trembling, followed by the appearance of a robust, sallow-faced Taoist.

This man was Huang Mingzi.

Li Wenshe narrowed his eyes, feeling something oddly dull in Huang Mingzi’s expression.

Huang Mingzi first bowed in greeting, then spoke in a calm voice, “Senior brother, I have received a message from Kulika Luo Venerable, the cleaning plan is to be postponed.”

“Postponed?”

Li Wenshe seemed disturbed, frowning slightly, “What’s the reason?”

“Not clear as of yet,” Huang Mingzi said, “After Ban Poluo executes the task, Kulika Luo Venerable will issue us new instructions.”