Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 1830: Chapter 1826: The Calamity of the Vast Moon (First Update)

"You... you..." Ao Qing was at a loss for words, stammering without making any sense, clearly in utter shock.

"Are you wondering how I came to know about this matter? Is that it?" Xue An said casually.

Ao Qing didn’t speak, but her expression said it all.

Xue An stood up and walked to the window of the tea pavilion. Outside the window were the massive tombs, as vast as mountains, where the past Bai Kings were buried.

Looking up at these tombs, Xue An said slowly, "If I’m not mistaken, the so-called Holy Land’s origin is actually formed by the bloodlines of these past Bai Kings, isn’t it? After their death, their bloodlines and power didn’t dissipate, but instead returned here to become the Holy Land of the Dragon Clan!"

Ao Qing was at a loss for words, as was the Great Elder, who turned visibly pale.

For this was the Dragon Clan’s most closely guarded secret.

Now it was all revealed by Xue An in just one sentence; how could they not be appalled?

Xue An continued, "Don’t be surprised that I know these things, because from the moment I entered this space, I sensed something unusual here."

Saying this, Xue An raised his hand to point at the tombs, speaking in a deep voice, "These tombs... are clearly continuously dying!"

Tombs were dead to begin with, yet Xue An described them as "continuously dying."

Upon hearing these words, Ao Qing slowly bowed her head, a sorrowful expression on her face.

"Because the origin of the Holy Land is formed by these Bai King tombs, their demise would mean that the Holy Land’s origin is gradually disappearing. Am I right, Great Princess?"

Xue An turned around, his eyes piercing as he looked at Ao Qing.

Ao Qing remained silent for a while, then finally nodded with difficulty, "Yes, the power of the past kings is indeed continuously disappearing, and the origin of the Holy Land won’t last more than a few more years!"

"So you stay here to guard this realm, trying to slow down their death, even if... it means sacrificing your own life?"

If Xue An’s earlier words had left Ao Qing bewildered and shocked, these words now rendered her completely speechless.

She could hardly imagine how Xue An knew these things.

Clearly, she hadn’t told anyone about these secrets.

Not even the Great Elder knew about them.

Yet now Xue An had unveiled this secret.

She sat there, almost numb.

The Great Elder was the first to react and exclaimed, "Great Princess, Lord Red Lotus, is what you said true? Are you really sacrificing your own life to guard the Holy Land?"

At this point, there was no use in hiding, so Ao Qing slowly nodded.

"Yes!"

The Great Elder sat there pale, unable to speak.

Ao Shu immediately burst into tears.

She suddenly felt useless, for she had hidden in the secret realm over trifles, thinking she was quite capable.

But her elder sister was silently bearing all the burden.

Xue An sighed softly, "Is it really worth doing this?"

Ao Qing gave a slight, bitter smile, "What else can be done even if it’s not worth it? As you said, the spirits of the past kings are continuously dying, the origin of the Holy Land is accelerating its disappearance, and within a few years, this place will become barren, and the Dragon Clan’s Holy Land will cease to exist."

At this, a hardly discernible glint of tears appeared in Ao Qing’s eyes, "By that time, the Dragon Clan without the protection of the past kings will become a hopeless tribe, and such a tribe is doomed not to last. So for the continuity of the Dragon Clan, I’m willing to give up everything!"

"Even if it can only delay it a little?" Xue An asked.

Ao Qing nodded, "Yes, even delaying it by one more second is meaningful!"

Xue An fell silent.

The resilience of this Dragon Clan Great Princess was truly touching.

As for Ao Shu, she had already cried to the point of speechlessness.

Even the Great Elder’s eyes were red, looking down without speaking.

Xue An sighed softly, "Is this why you rejected me?"

"Yes, because with the current power of the Holy Land’s origin, it simply can’t sustain another purging session! So I’m very sorry." Ao Qing said calmly.

At this moment, Xue An suddenly spoke, "Then why is the Holy Land’s origin suddenly dispersing? What is the reason behind all this?"

Exactly!

Why have the spirits of the past kings, which had remained intact for countless ages, suddenly started dying, and why is the Holy Land’s origin continuously dissipating? What is the reason behind all this?

With these questions in mind, everyone looked at Ao Qing.

Ao Qing was silent for a while, then gently shook her head, "I don’t know either, but I have a guess!"

"It might very well have something to do with the Emperor Flowing Pulp!"

"The Emperor Flowing Pulp?" Xue An was slightly taken aback, asking in return.

"Yes! Because of the Emperor Flowing Pulp!"

Ao Qing slowly said, "Since the great calamity of Hao Yue five thousand years ago, the Emperor Flowing Pulp has never appeared again, and from that time on, the development of the Demon Race has almost stagnated! A sealing demon war broke out later, and my father fell in this battle!"

"And since then, the Holy Land’s origin began to slowly disappear. At first, the pace was very slow, slow enough for people to not notice at all, but then it accelerated more and more, ultimately reaching the current irrecoverable state!"

Ao Qing’s words moved everyone deeply.

Because the great calamity of Hao Yue and the sealing demon war were extremely significant events in the history of the Demon Race.

Nobody expected the Holy Land’s origin to be closely connected with these events.

But Xue An didn’t show much surprise. His eyes flickered, as if he was pondering something, until after a moment he squinted slightly and spoke in a deep voice.

"So, as long as the Emperor Flowing Pulp is found, all problems can be solved?"

Ao Qing shook her head with a bitter smile, "Easier said than done? Over the past five thousand years, countless exceptionally talented individuals in the Demon Race have dedicated their lives to finding the Emperor Flowing Pulp, only to end up with nothing!"

"Even I have searched more than once, but without a single clue! So I’ve given up that idea, because the Emperor Flowing Pulp might no longer exist!"

Upon hearing this, despair was written across everyone’s faces.

Ah Rou also couldn’t help but bow her head.

But Xue An confidently shook his head, "One cannot speak in absolutes; since it once existed, it means it can appear again."

"So the question now is only one, which is what exactly was the sealing demon war about?"

Saying this, Xue An looked at Ao Qing with bright eyes.

Ao Qing pondered for a moment, finally forcing a bitter smile, "Alright, at this point, there’s no need to hide anymore!"

Saying that, she raised her head, looking earnestly at Xue An.

"For many years, the detailed specifics of this battle have been concealed, even becoming a taboo among the Demon Race, but the truth is actually very simple: it was a fierce fight among the major demon races to seize the last hidden realm that still retained the essence of the Emperor Flowing Pulp!"

"Is it really that simple?"

"It’s really that simple!"