Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 927 - 247: The Ghost’s Return! A Sword Opens the Heavens, Shaking Lingchen County! _4

Chapter 927: Chapter 247: The Ghost’s Return! A Sword Opens the Heavens, Shaking Lingchen County! _4

"Cough, cough, cough!" Someone simply couldn’t bear the black dust; it felt just like being in the midst of a sandstorm, causing their eyes to smart painfully from the irritation.

The continuous coughing replaced the initial unbelievable screams, the intense coughing so desperate it seemed they would cough up their lungs.

"Cough, cough... no, it’s no use, we can’t stay outside, run into the houses!"

So much black dust was severely affecting visibility, not to mention breathing.

One after another, the villagers hurried back to their homes.

To avoid being choked by this stuff.

Moreover, they discovered that as the massive quantities of black dust poured down from the sky, the places that were ablaze with raging flames became covered with this black ash. These black ashes, like sand used to suppress fire, quickly smothered the flames. What remained of the fire in Lingchen County, which had been burning widely, was finally diminished, with only a few sporadic places still ablaze.

Of course... those few sporadic places would probably be completely extinguished before long. The sky filled with black ash rolled like dark smoke; some villagers, who quickly hid in their homes, looked out through the gaps in their windows only to find that they couldn’t see anything outside due to the dust. A gray haze obscured every view.

"Goodness..." At that moment, a Lingchen County cultivator with a dirtied face was taking refuge in an inn. He patted the black dust off his body and then pinched a bit of it between his fingertips, bringing it close to his nose for a gentle sniff: "Could this be the dust from the corpse of the Evil God?!"

With a somewhat puzzled expression, he frowned and muttered to himself, "It smells almost like normal dust, is this really the dust from the Evil God’s corpse? If this stuff, which is part of the Evil God’s body, could be used for something, what might I do with it?"

This wasn’t just his own idea; it was the shared thought among many cultivators. After all, to the eyes of cultivators, the body of an Evil God... was essentially like an extraordinary material or resource for cultivation.

A living Evil God naturally stoked the greatest fear in their hearts, but... a dead Evil God inspired their utmost greed and desire because many saw it as an opportunity!

After all, what if this stuff could be used to forge a new Magic Artifact? Or to concoct some special Elixir?

Or perhaps, it might assist their cultivation in other ways? Say, lead to the enlightenment of something? Some Cultivation Technique?

They... would not be willing to collect this black dust openly,

For they all cared about their reputations, and as people of the righteous path, they did not want to be associated with an Evil God.

At least, not openly associated with an Evil God.

As for privately, would they secretly collect this stuff?

That depended on their moral threshold...

How flexible they were!

A cultivator coughed heavily, casting aside the previous fear and despair on his face, and spoke with an air of absolute certainty, "I knew right from the start that an Evil God was no match for the celestial gods! With just a slight effort, the gods above could slay an Evil God!"

As he spoke, the older cultivator’s eyes sparkled with yearning, "I wonder if the celestial being who killed the Evil God... is still within Lingchen County? Still in this mortal realm? If so, I’d truly like to meet him! To see a celestial being in person would render me without regrets even in death!"

Empty flattery... who can’t offer it? Bluster... who can’t make it? Another cultivator nearby, a bald monk, pressed his palms together and said with a sigh, "Amitabha, I believe that the celestial being who took action might just be... a great Bodhisattva from our Buddhist Sect."

Such a remark made the Daoist Sect cultivators present somewhat uneasy. A Taoist wearing a Daoist Robe snorted coldly, "I’ve never heard of a Bodhisattva from the Buddhist Sect skilled in the use of a sword Magic Artifact?"

"Amitabha... perhaps it’s because you, Taoist Priest, are uninformed. Our bodhisattva Manjushri wields a sword," the monk replied with a smile, "Perhaps it was Manjushri Bodhisattva himself, or an incarnation who descended."

"Tsk... since you’re so confident, monk, why don’t you go have a look yourself? Then you’ll know," chimed in another Taoist with a tsk-tsk, "Go and see if it’s true."

The monk fell silent; who would dare to go out in such conditions? Who knew if the black dust falling from the sky was harmful?

If that stuff was dangerous? If it was poisonous? A single careless move, and his life could be lost.

"I still insist on what I thought at the beginning; I don’t think it was a celestial being," an untimely voice spoke up at this moment, "Did you not notice that the sword light contained no divinity? The Evil God had a very evil divinity when it appeared, yet that sword light had none."