Outside Of Time
chapter-988

The Wind Guard Race was a mysterious race in the green sand desert.

This race rarely went out. Most of the cultivators of the green sand desert had only heard of them and few had seen them.

Only when the environment of the green sand desert was destroyed by external forces on a large scale would this race appear as guardians of the desert to stop and neutralize external forces.

Their methods were mysterious, possessing many ancient powers, causing even the Nihility cultivators to find them troublesome.

As time passed, people referred to this race as Desert Guardians.

However, in reality, within their race, they called themselves the Wind Guards.

What they protected wasn't the desert but the wind in this desert.

The reason why they stopped the destruction of the desert environment was also because the changes in the environment would affect the wind.

So whenever the green wind changed colors, with white sand drifting in the air, the figures of this race would emerge, as if welcoming and also as if tracing the path of the wind.

As for their history and origins, it had dissipated into the annals of time, nearly unknown to outsiders. Therefore, the Wind Guard Race became quite unique within the entire expanse of the green sand desert.

Back then, their bounty on Xu Qing caused quite a commotion. The race promised that anyone who provided clues would obtain their race's token.

With this token, when white wind arrived, the holder would be exempted from death.

This reward was enough to tempt many powerful people.

Although Xu Qing had hidden himself, there were many mystical people in this world. Some people used some unknown methods to deduce some clues.

So, this led to the mobilization of the Wind Guard Race this time.

In order to demonstrate the dignity of their race, they naturally chose to make a public and majestic move, with an imposing momentum.

Many forces in the Bitter Life Mountain Range sensed this, especially the various sects around earth city. They either spread out their divine consciousness or approached the earth city.

At this moment, they gazed at the faintly whitening figure of sand and wind, and gasped.

"The green wind changed its color because of the white figures. This is the mysterious race that appeared in the white wind in the desert!"

"I've heard of this race… Previously, they issued a wanted order."

"I think someone stole their race's holy item…"

"From the looks of it, the thief is hiding in that earth city?"

Numerous cultivators manifested in the surroundings of the earth city. All of them were paying attention. Some had shocked expressions, some sneered, and some had other thoughts.

"This thief is dead meat. Of all the things he could have done, he insisted on provoking this Wind Guard Race."

"I've seen descriptions of this race in some books. It's said that they are extremely savage and domineering."

"But I heard that they are very rich?"

In the midst of the scrutiny of many beings and divine consciousness, the earth city remained deathly silent in the deep night. The pressure from the sky and the greenish-white wind continued to howl, creating an instinctive sense of oppression that enveloped the hearts of Daoist Mu and his subordinates who were disguised as residents.

These low-level cultivators were all trembling and didn't dare to move at all.

Only the apothecary in earth city was lit up in the dark night. It became the only warm place in earth city.

Right now, in the apothecary, Ning Yan was wiping the ground in boredom. Li Youfei lifted his head and glanced at the outside world for a moment before helping Ning Yan.

Wu Jianwu was lying in the distance with his limbs spread out. His eyes were closed as he pondered a new poem that he would recite tomorrow.

Ling'er sat behind the counter, calculating the profits of the day. From time to time, she would stop recording with a joyful expression.

The captain stood beside the door like a gate god. He had also sensed the situation outside. However, compared to it, staring at Nether Fairy working was his joy at this moment. Hence, he stared motionlessly at Nether Fairy who was boiling water.

Nether Fairy felt her hair stand on end. She turned her head and glared at Chen Erniu.

"Work hard, or I'll call your husband out!" The captain glared.

Nether Fairy's entire body trembled. When she thought of how she had interacted with such a disgusting thing previously, she felt extreme discomfort.

At this moment, a murderous intent filled her eyes as she stared fixedly at Chen Erniu. In her heart, Chen Erniu's level of loathing had surpassed everyone else. In comparison, she no longer held much hatred towards Xu Qing; all of it was now concentrated on Chen Erniu.

"What are you looking at? You only know how to slack off. The water is already boiling. Hurry up and make tea for Elder!" The captain snorted.

Nether Fairy gritted her teeth, reluctantly withdrawing her gaze. She picked up a tea pot and walked towards the heir, who was observing Xiaomiao not far away. As she approached, she instinctively suppressed all her emotions, becoming docile. She arrived quietly and began to brew tea.

When the captain saw this scene, he was smug inwardly. Just as he was about to speak, there was a knock on the door of the apothecary.

Wu Jianwu frowned. This sound interrupted his thoughts. He waved his hand and opened the apothecary's door, looking over impatiently.

"Master!"

As the door of the apothecary opened, Chen Fanzhuo's figure rushed over. His face was filled with panic and anxiety. The moment he entered, he hurriedly greeted the surroundings. After that, he looked at the back room and shouted.

"Master, something major has happened. The Wind Guard Race…"

Before he could finish speaking, the world outside suddenly rumbled. The wind blew loudly, stirring up countless sandstorms that blew into the earth city and into houses. It even stirred up the dust on the ground, forming dust fog that spread in all directions.

Many white figures walked out of the wind and landed in the earth city.

Some manifested on the streets, some on the rooftops, some floated in mid-air. Their number was vast, numbering in the thousands. Among them were many powerful individuals, and their auras merged with the wind, creating a formidable pressure that locked onto the apothecary.

Among these many figures, four directly landed on the street where the apothecary was located, less than a thousand feet away from it.

The white robes on these four beings were adorned with golden threads. Although their specific appearances couldn't be seen, judging from their attire, it was evident that they were distinct from the other clan members, both in clothing and cultivation level.

Every one of them had passed the Dao Nurturing stage and stepped into the true Spirit Repository.

But compared to these four, the golden-robed figure that silently manifested itself 100 feet away from the apothecary after the appearance of the masses was even more conspicuous.

This person, unlike other members of the Wind Guard Race, did not have his head covered by the long robe, so his white hair, hunched back, and the majestic expression on his face were clearly visible.

As he appeared, regardless of whether it was the four Spirit Repository cultivators or the thousands of white-robed clansmen in the surroundings, they all lowered their heads.

"Ancestor."

This golden-robed man was their ancestor.

He stood there and the energy fluctuations of the perfected Spirit Repository continuously rose. One could vaguely see threads appearing in the surroundings. They were all Dao marks.

When he could encompass everything within his sight, he would be able to break through the Spirit Repository and step into Nihility.

Now, he was only half a step away.

At that moment, the wind grew even stronger. The howling sound was like the furious roars of ferocious beasts, shaking the hearts of everyone in all directions.

The onlookers outside the city held their breaths, their eyes instinctively turning towards the golden-robed old man in front of the apothecary.

The old man's eyes remained calm as he gazed coldly at the apothecary ahead. His aura surged, and the faint shadow of a divine dragon roared in all directions, a majestic force that seemed capable of stopping any catastrophe and crushing all obstacles before him.

The grandeur of such a prominent figure was evident in him, and the pressure that came from long-standing authority made people overlook the hunched figure he bore.

At that moment, his gaze swept across the apothecary. He walked forward without saying a word.

As he took a step, the earth shook, the winds and clouds churned in all directions, and the sky surged, stirring the hearts of all onlookers. It seemed as if he was stepping on their pulses, making everyone's heart skip a beat.

His expression was calm. He didn't say anything, nor did he have the slightest fluctuation in his mind. It was as though to him, no one in the apothecary was worthy of him speaking.

When he came here, he only needed to lift his hand to retrieve the holy item. When he walked in, he could trample over everything.

After all, cultivation was the foundation of everything.

Hence, he placed his hands behind his back and walked to the apothecary step by step. He didn't stop at all and stepped into the apothecary.

The moment his figure entered the apothecary, the door of the apothecary closed with a bang.

This sudden closure didn't cause anyone to have any bad premonitions. Regardless of whether it was the thousands of wind guards here or the people watching the show outside the earth city, they didn't think that anything unexpected would happen.

After all, the difference between the two sides was too great, just like the difference between a behemoth and a little rabbit.

No matter how much the rabbit struggled, it couldn't escape fate's control.

At that moment, most of the clansmen outside thought so. All of them were proud and the wind also sensed their emotions. It blew increasingly intensely.

Because of this, the whimpering sounds echoed even more sharply.

The hearts of everyone who was paying attention to this scene outside the earth city trembled one after another. This time, the Wind Guard Race's move had displayed enough foundation, causing them to be shocked.

"This is to establish their might and warn everyone."

"This little thief in the apothecary has no way out."

"Why did you have to steal the holy item of this desert race…"

"If this thief is tactful and takes the initiative to hand over the holy item and the evil spirit, he might be able to die a quick death. Otherwise, he'll suffer."

Some of them sighed, while others gloated. The happiest people were none other than the few white-robed men who had fought with Xu Qing back then.

At that moment, the leader of the group of white-robed men stood on the streets and looked at the apothecary. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile and his heart was filled with joy. He could imagine that when the ancestor walked out very soon, he would definitely be carrying that evil and arrogant thief.

"Little thief, back then, you used tricks to steal my race's holy item, causing me to be punished by the elders. Today, I'll let you know the consequences of offending my race!"

"Not only you but also the evil spirit you reared and the parrot that can only teleport will die miserably. This is the outcome of provoking my race!"

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not having the ability and insisting on offending the strong!"

"From today onward, with the revival of my race's dignity, the cultivators of the green sand desert will once again recall the name of our species in history!"

The white-robed youth had a calm expression as he sneered.

He was filled with anticipation.