It was too late.
Mu Xiuhui was a demon, a demon of plant origin. The sand particle that appeared just now was too sudden. It pierced directly through Mu Xiuhui's dantian and shot into Mu Xiuhui's demon core!
In a normal safe zone, as long as one meditated and healed in time, the sesame-sized sand particle could be expelled.
However, the spiritual energy in the Black Despair zone was chaotic. If Mu Xiuhui began to adjust her breathing, she would explode and die.
If she did not receive treatment, her demon core would quickly dissipate.
That was why she had exploded with all her might, urging those kasayas, just to contribute to Yang Hong's safety in her final moments.
"Is it too late?"
Looking at her rapidly transforming into her true form, the nine-colored peony reached its ultimate sublimation, its nine-colored radiance overwhelming and peerlessly beautiful. It was an ultimate beauty that no one had ever witnessed in their lives.
"Drip~ Drip~"
At some point, including Yang Hong, several people were already in tears.
A feeling of infinite longing enveloped them.
It was a longing for all the beauty in the mortal world, and an infinite longing for Yang Hong, their master, their lover!
Suddenly, amidst the brilliant light, Yang Hong saw a black speck. He directly passed through Zhu Yuyan, Jia Yuanchun, and Li Xuefeng, arriving at the spot where Mu Xiuhui had been standing. He reached out and grabbed the air.
A black seed the size of a mung bean appeared in his hand.
"It's alright, Xiuhui is not dead. This is considered her nirvana, and she will have a chance to be reborn.
All we need to do is plant this seed."
Looking at the seed in his palm, Yang Hong said with a hint of relief.
"Although this seed is only of ordinary quality, it contains a boundless vitality. Once planted, it will quickly evolve, and Mu Xiuhui will be able to transform again soon."
"Really? It's good that Xiuhui is not dead!"
Jia Yuanchun and Li Lizhi, who were beside Yang Hong, leaned closer. Holding Yang Hong's hands and looking at the black seed in his palm, they both smiled with relief.
"Xiuhui, don't worry, we will plant you out soon."
As if the seed was Mu Xiuhui herself, Li Lizhi reached out and carefully held it.
The others also squeezed in, looking at the seed with joy, feeling a sense of relief after surviving a disaster.
Yang Hong also felt a little relieved, but his heart was filled with urgency.
"Be careful, everyone. We are not out of danger yet!
My divine sense is now suppressed by the Black Despair, and I can no longer extend beyond this mountain. I fear that the Black Despair is only just beginning to erupt."
"What? It's only just beginning to erupt now?"
"Then~ then~ do we still have a chance to escape?"
"Are we going to be trapped and die here?"
"Husband, let's dig a tunnel together. We can definitely escape!"
"Yes! We still have so many seventh-grade kasayas left by Xiuhui for defense. We will be fine!"
Upon hearing Yang Hong say that the Black Despair was starting to erupt, Zhu Yuyan and the others instantly lost their previous sense of relief and joy. A sense of despair arose in their hearts.
Fortunately, they had experienced too many dangers and had not truly despaired to the point of giving up.
"Alright, you take those seventh-grade magical artifacts and be careful behind me. I will continue digging."
With that, Yang Hong squeezed through the crowd again, entered the innermost part, and began to dig downwards with a larger parabolic arc.
He hoped to dig deep enough in a shorter time to avoid subsequent attacks.
...
Outside the mountain where Yang Hong was, the deep red sky had turned a dark black.
The true Black Despair had arrived!
There were no longer any living beings in the western part of the Zikun Mountain Range!
From seventh- and eighth-tier cultivators to tiny ants, no living creature had escaped this Black Despair!
Even bacteria and fungi were directly killed by this violent and chaotic spiritual energy storm!
Now, the western part of the Zikun Mountain Range had truly become a deathly forbidden zone!
Only a small number of cultivators and demonic beasts who had managed to hide deep underground were barely clinging to life.
Meanwhile, on the eastern side of the Zikun Mountain Range, a large number of cultivators were maintaining a massive "Wind Suppression Great Array" that covered more than half of the mountain range!
"Hold on~ We must hold on! We absolutely cannot let this violent storm enter the eastern part of the Zikun Mountain Range, or even we, who are ninth-tier Mahayana cultivators, might die!"
Innumerable spirit stones were fed into the array nodes and quickly consumed.
Groups of third- to sixth-tier cultivators, under the command of seventh-tier cultivators, continuously transported spirit stones to various array nodes, like busy worker ants.
Eighth-tier cultivators controlled the array at its core; ninth-tier Mahayana cultivators acted as firefighters, rushing everywhere.
"Damn Buddhist sect! The overall migration of the Taiyuan Continent has indeed caused the Black Despair to erupt beyond normal limits!"
A Mahayana cultivator, dressed in a daoist robe and with an ethereal demeanor, had just exploded an eighth-grade magical artifact to block a gust of wind storm when he cursed loudly.
Not far from the daoist, a monk, after stroking his bald head, shrunk his neck in resignation, not daring to utter a word.
Even if he were confident that he could ambush and kill the daoist, he did not dare.
At least, not now!
The millions of cultivators in the eastern Zikun Mountain Range, who were doing their best to block the Black Despair, caused the Black Despair to erupt with even greater power in the western Zikun Mountain Range.
The most terrifying "Black Despair" since the birth of the Taiyuan Continent had completely erupted.
...
A gust of black wind swept by, and the ground of Chishi Village was directly scraped away by a layer.
"No~ Don't~ I don't want to die~
Grandpa, save me~~
Boss Yang, save me~~"
A scream lasted for less than ten breaths before it fell completely silent.
The villagers of Chishi Village, who had gone hundreds of feet underground, were like radishes being peeled. In the black storm, they were scraped layer by layer, their skin, muscles, and bones stripped away. Their internal organs were ground into powder by the terrifying storm!
They didn't even have time to be blown into the sky before they vanished from this world.
Not a single soul survived!
The great array that Yang Hong had set up with the well as the core, costing millions of spirit stones, only lasted a few more minutes before it was destroyed and disappeared without a trace.
Then, the black storm scraped open the underground river. The river water, caught in the storm, joined the storm, further strengthening its power.
This scene was being repeated continuously in all the deserts and gobi regions near the Zikun Mountain Range.
Mortals and cultivators were equal at this time. Under the Black Despair, they all experienced the same despair,
and then died in despair.
In the face of death, everyone was once again equal.
All the cultivators who had hidden underground, hoping to avoid the Black Despair as usual, no longer had the chance to despair.
...
Tens of millions of miles west of Chishi Village, a group of second-tier Foundation Establishment cultivators crawled out of an underground shelter, watching the gradually eastward receding crimson.
"Fortunately~ Fortunately, we didn't continue to flee east. Otherwise, we would probably have died and left no remains."
"Yes! This time the Black Despair is too terrifying!"
In front of these Foundation Establishment cultivators, there was a trench that was five to six miles deep, and at the bottom of the trench was dark red magma!
And this trench was continuously extending into the distance~ extending!