Evolution Begins With A Big Tree

Chapter 322, The Five-Color Lotus

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silavin

*Arghhh, arghhh, arghhh…*

Inexplicable cries suddenly reverberated throughout the entire Deadwood Wetlands.

At this moment, one after another, figures in the wetlands started losing focus in their eyes.

*Arghhh..* With a war cry, a young man swung down the long sword in his hand.

*Schlick* Accompanied by the sound of the sword cutting through the flesh and a fountain of blood, a miserable scream suddenly echoed across the Deadwood Wetlands.

In another place, another burly man lifted the machine gun in his hands.

*Bang Bang Bang…*

As a firearms expert, bullets enhanced with his Spiritual Energy shot towards the crowd like arrows released from a bow. 

Fortunately, a young man wearing a white windbreaker suddenly appeared in front of the rain of bullets. Tightening his grip on the sword as thin as the cicada’s wing in his hand, a cold and resolute look flashed on Wang Hao’s face.

The next moment…

“Sword Technique – Thousand Blades,” Wang Hao shouted aloud as the sword hanging towards the ground trembled slightly.

*Shing…* Amid a long cry akin to a sword being swung rang, numerous sword phantoms appeared in front of the countless bullets.

*Boom, boom, boom…”

Amidst continuous and thunderous roars, shockwaves swept in all directions, again and again.

At this moment, if one’s gaze fell upon the center of the battlefield, they would be astonished to find that thousands of bullets enhanced with Spiritual Energy failed to tear through Wang Hao’s defense. They did not even manage to touch even the corner of his clothes.

However, while standing calmly at the center, Wang Hao sighed helplessly as an energy arc zoomed through the air.

*Schlick* The next moment, like plum blossoms, blood scattered in the air as the head of the burly man holding the machine gun separated from his body.

“What a loss of a Gunslinger!” with a touch of regret, Wang Hao lamented.

The Gunslinger was an extremely noble profession in China; they were capable of delicately manipulating Spiritual Energy and infusing it into the bullets, greatly enhancing the power of the bullets.

It could be said that an equipped Gunslinger could become a mobile artillery, capable of unleashing terrifying firepower that covered a large part of the battlefield.

However, this precious Gunslinger was beheaded by him with a single slash. There was no denying that it was truly regrettable.

*Haaaa…* Sighing, Wang Hao turned to look at the entire battlefield.

Much to his dismay, he found that the entire team had been reduced by half, and there were several members who were controlled by some unknown entity, continuously roaring like beasts.

Shaking his head in frustration, Wang Hao raised his long sword high and shouted, “Retreat.”

“Yes, Sir,” shouting in unison, dozens of people covered in blood started retreating in succession.

…

And shortly after, at an entrance to the Deadwood Wetlands…

Countless people, who had witnessed the men in white enter the wetlands just half an hour ago, gasped in shock when they saw them emerge in a sorry state, covered in blood.

“White Emperor’s forces actually retreated!?”

“Are you kidding? It’s only been half an hour.”

“Tell me it’s not true!? Even I could endure several days in the terrifying Misty Mountains, and yet White Emperor, who happens to be far stronger than me, only managed to last half an hour in the Deadwood Wetlands. Are the Deadwood Wetlands more terrifying than Misty Mountains?”

…

Amidst cries of shock and exclamations, countless people’s faces changed slightly.

Obviously, the retreat of White Emperor City’s forces had a significant impact on them.

At this moment, White Emperor, the leader, glanced at the crowd surrounding the Deadwood Wetlands, raised his hand, and reminded, “The Deadwood Wetlands are very scary and strange. One could lose their mind inside. If your will is not firm, please leave immediately.”

With these words, White Emperor led his troops back to a tent to rest for a while.

“One could lose their mind?” everyone mumbled in a voice filled with doubt, puzzled.

[Could it be that the Deadwood Wetlands are truly more terrifying than Misty Mountains?]

With doubts in their hearts, the Superhumans watching the scene looked at each other.

After a moment, a cold laughter rang out in the crowd, seemingly filled with disdain. “Then, for someone with a strong will like me, wouldn’t it be as easy as walking in my own backyard?”

It was like a devil’s whisper, and at the same time, like someone was enjoying the spectacle without considering the consequences.

Yet, hearing this statement, the hearts of the onlookers trembled slightly.

[Yeah, my will is strong. Wouldn’t it…] 

As if realizing something, countless people looked towards the Deadwood Wetlands with a hint of desire in their eyes.

…

And at this moment, inside White Emperor’s tent…

An escort of the White Emperor Army reminded, “Sir, countless people who didn’t heed your advice are rushing into the wetlands.”

*Haaaa* A helpless sigh escaped Wang Hao’s lips, shaking his head helplessly.

[This is Human nature, always thinking they are right. Even so, I’ve already done what I can. I can’t impose anything on others, nor do I want to.]

In the past, he might have tried to stop them, but after that incident, he had truly changed. Now, the sword was everything to him.

The last words left behind by his mysterious mentor before he completely disappeared flashed in Wang Hao’s mind.

[‘Hao Er, you are kind-hearted, but born in this great era, you can only live for yourself. This time, you almost died because of a kind intention. Next time, don’t do this again. Remember, life and death are insignificant, but the inheritance of my White Emperor Sword Sect is absolutely crucial and must not be severed. You’ve to live for the sword, die for the sword, your entire life is for the sword. After tens of thousands of years, my White Emperor Sword Sect has finally found a glimmer of hope. It must not be severed.’]

Recalling the words of his mentor repeatedly, Wang Hao tightened his grip on the rusty longsword in his hand.

“Life and death are insignificant, but inheritance is important. Now, I’m not just living for myself,” whispering, Wang Hao’s gaze turned to the outside of the tent.

In a trance, his line of sight pierced through the tent and saw the figures entering the Deadwood Wetlands one by one.

However, this time Wang Hao’s gaze was calm. Faintly, there was a trace of indifference.

…

Meanwhile, in the heart of the Deadwood Wetlands, at the center of the most mysterious lake…

A five-color lotus, resembling the embodiment of all worldly beauty, slowly bloomed.

*Boom…* Consequently, Spiritual Energy surged from the five-colored lotus, while its petals stirred the lake, creating ripples.

What was even more suffocating was that the moment the five-color lotus bloomed, innumerable colorful rays burst forth like tidal waves, spreading in all directions.

For a moment, the entire lake surface and even a large part of the Deadwood Wetlands were shrouded in this five-colored glow.              

And amidst this dazzling radiance, an indescribable and enchanting fragrance permeated the air.

The scent was faint, clear, yet intoxicating.

Surprisingly, any Mutant Beast and even Human, who whiffed this fragrance, even just a bit, fiercely shuddered before images of the most beautiful things flashed in their minds, completely out of their control.

Their mind and body could not help but get completely fascinated by them.