Chapter 577 — Archaeology Uncovers His Own Past-Life Body

"And this World-Cleaning Demon Duck ranks several places above the son of the Demon Emperor—so far beyond Tian Shang as well. No dispute there either, right?"

"So the normal course of this match… is the World-Cleaning Demon Duck instantly obliterating Feng Jing…"

"Not necessarily. Feng Jing's master is a perfected god of the Environmental Protection Association, thoroughly versed in the power of purification, with rich experience dealing with abyssal races. Who knows—maybe through the suppression relationship, she can turn the tide. One thing checking another is very common in the Apotheosis War."

"But here's the problem… this abyssal race ranks above the Purifying Star Spirit! And the Purifying Star Spirit, on the strength of its purification ability alone, is enough to place seventy-seventh among the Myriad Races of the Starry Sky—the strongest purification race of all."

"Feng Jing's contracted partner, the 'Wind Dancer,' is a strong purification race too, but among the Myriad Races of the Starry Sky it ranks somewhere past the several hundredth…"

As the spectators buzzed with discussion, Feng Jing had already summoned her contracted partner—ranked 512th among the Myriad Races of the Starry Sky, a purification race, the Wind Dancer.

An elemental creature, it floated in the sky; in flight its graceful form was like that of a dancer. The Wind Dancer race often appeared across the various realms, purifying filth as they flew, and was widely acclaimed.

Besides the Wind Dancer appearing at Feng Jing's side, a round mirror-shaped implement-type pet beast also appeared in her hand as her personal weapon, and behind her rose a white cape, radiating a faint glow that sealed off all filth.

A guardian-type equipment life, a mirror life, and a Wind Dancer—that was Feng Jing's complete contract configuration.

"I know you're strong," came Feng Jing's airy voice as she looked at the duck.

"Quack. (Make your move.)" The duck was utterly composed—otherwise there'd be no chance at all. Though this arena, a floating island in the sky, was rather interesting; Little Ji ought to be made to suffer it.

At those words, the Wind Dancer gave a soft cry and directly summoned a storm formed of ultra-powerful purification divine arts of the psychic, wind, and necromancy tri-elements, sweeping toward the duck!!

Wind of Ethereal Purity!

The Wind Dancer race's strongest purification art, able to cleanse all filth. Creatures purified by a Wind Dancer—even after reincarnation, even through a hundred reincarnations—would become great souls for a hundred lifetimes, their bodies generating absolute rejection of any source of corruption.

Of course, beyond such monstrous ability, purging an enemy's will to fight was mere routine. This was a purification art stronger even than the pure Spirit of the Cleansing Sea.

"Light of Purification." Building upon such a purification art, Feng Jing's cape fluttered as she leveled the "Wind Mirror" at the Wind Dancer and unleashed her purification-amplification talent—her own purification-amplification talent, cultivated to the divine grade, then further reinforced through the "Wind Mirror weapon," forming an exceedingly potent enhancement that bloomed across the Wind Dancer's whole body.

Now the Wind Dancer was like a dancing maiden of the wind beneath a holy halo, dancing out ethereal breezes of purification toward the filthy duck.

"This is a total hard counter." At the sight, the spectators swallowed hard. The abilities cultivated by the Environmental Protection Association's beastmasters had always hard-countered the abyssal races and their like—jumping a tier shouldn't be a problem, surely.

Perhaps this duck was just unlucky? It might well possess strength far beyond contestant Feng Jing's, yet because of the suppression and being outnumbered, it had fallen to a disadvantage.

This duck, it seemed, had no contractor—it was alone, a single duck—whereas Feng Jing was fully armed.

Boom!

The next instant, the Wind of Ethereal Purity enveloped and covered the duck's whole body. The duck stood where it was, the bandage over its eyes fluttering in the wind.

The abyssal aura permeating its body was now like a flame meeting a stream of water—hiss, hiss, hiss—white mist roiling madly upward as it was scoured utterly clean. Yet the duck was entirely unruffled, like a dead duck that fears no boiling water.

It, who routinely drank purification water as if it were plain boiled water, indicated that this was still bearable.

Across from it, Feng Jing drew a deep breath—only for the next moment to see the bandage over the World-Cleaning Demon Duck's eyes torn off by the wind… blown clean away…

This was the first time at the Apotheosis War that the duck had unwound its bandage.

"It's over." In the Canglan Realm, Master Adolf and his disciple Xiao Chun—the Environmental Protection Association pair who had once administered the duck's assessment—along with President Xing Nan, watching the battle, saw the scene and were filled with regret.

Ah, Feng Jing, Feng Jing… do use some sense.

Why on earth would you go and blow off that bandage?

As the bandage was blown away, the duck opened its closed eyes, revealing dark crimson pupils, and a horrifying aura gradually spread across its body—thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump—its abyssal heart began to beat violently.

BOOM!!!!

The next moment, a bizarre, evil, vast, and profound abyssal corruption surged instantly through the Wind of Ethereal Purity, through the air, spreading toward Feng Jing. Her pupils contracted sharply; she felt her mind reel in an instant of dizziness—and when she came to her senses, the entire floating island had become a horrifying abyss, rippling with waves of filth.

"Feng Jing—————" Midair, the Wind Dancer cried out in panic. Its originally light, airy body of wind elements was now dyed black outright, abyssal power slowly eroding its whole form, and it could not purify itself at all.

"Hand of Purification!" Feng Jing tried to use another of her divine-grade purification abilities to assist the Wind Dancer in purifying itself, but in a flash she too discovered that the purification cape she wore was rapidly filling with abyssal power—it offered no protection whatsoever.

Her will was eroded in an instant.

Wind Mirror's expression turned to despair; darkness seemed to close over his vision, and in that instant he understood why this demonic duck had been ranked ahead of the Demon Emperor's third son. Even an entry-level Abyssal God could never wield such terrifying abyssal power.

So this was what it meant to command abyssal force fused with a super-divine-grade contamination source.

At that moment, the audience had witnessed the whole thing: Duckie merely radiating its abyssal power outward, and the entire island, the sky, and even the earth below had been transformed into a place like an abyssal purgatory. That horrific contaminating power, combined with Wind Mirror across from it clutching his head in agony, struggling and weeping, and the Wind Dancer all but blackening into an abyssal creature—in an instant, countless spectators felt their blood run cold.

This...

Even Ming Gu wore a look of dread. What on earth was this thing—a corrupting force that even the Environmental Protection Association's genius, a master of purification, could not withstand... It felt utterly dangerous.

"Ah..." Just as the entire audience was frozen in terror at Wind Mirror's fate, this so-called World-Purifying Demonic Duck gave a sigh, slowly turned around, picked up its bandages, and retied them over its eyes. Then it murmured:

"This world has grown foul again..."

With that, it pressed its two duck palms together, and a blue-gold sacred radiance spread from its body. In an instant the light engulfed the whole arena, and the profound abyssal force vanished swiftly, as if it had encountered something dreadful...