The Tao of Nuwa was completely different from the Tao of the River of the Dead. Deng Chanyu talked about anything that came to mind, rambling with a hammer here and a club there.
The River of the Dead furrowed his brow as he listened, for the realm of the three thousand guests at that time was not particularly high. The Perpetual Palace's teachings were about the Tao of Great Emperor of Gold, which was a realm he should have known about by now, being as he had reached the level of Saint who has sliced off his two bodies. Yet, Nuwa's understanding was far beyond his own. Many subtle meanings and profound principles, when interpreted from a different angle, took on an entirely different meaning.
The River of the Dead listened patiently, and unknowingly, he saw a brand new world.
Originally, he followed the path of killing, killing the heavens, the earth, and all living beings, eliminating everything that could be killed, and Dao naturally became! Theoretically, one could become a Great Taoist Emperor.
Now, Deng Chanyu has blindly and recklessly rewritten the life-giving and transforming Tao of Nuwa, flooding the River of the Dead with a bunch of incoherent content.
If she had said it verbatim, the River of the Dead might have been able to detect a problem, since the difference between the path of killing and the life-giving and transforming path is too great. The bad thing is that Deng Chanyu changed the order before and after. The River of the Dead combined his own path of killing with corrections to the original foundation. In the end, even his own Dao at Saint level was slightly skewed, just a tiny bit
And worse, he's not even aware of it; he thinks to himself that he's already seated on a meditation cushion, with sainthood just around the corner. Now, having heard a brand new path of Tao, his prospects seem utterly promising.
Nuwa: "---"
She blocked out the perceptions of the "irrelevant onlookers" around her and whispered to the viewing mirror, "Teacher, do you think the River of the Dead can succeed in his current state?"
Nuwa's life-giving and transformative path is the closest to the Great Disk of Creation, and if the River of the Dead were to absorb her knowledge, would it not surpass the three thousand paths of wisdom that the previous Creator obtained from the Great Disk of Creation?
Hongjun came with a single, ethereal character.
"Difficult."
Can he succeed? That's impossible! Improvisation isn't randomness; if the River of the Dead practices like this and still manages to succeed, I'll eat the Great Disk of Creation!
Nuwa had obtained the answer she desired, as even the Daoist Ancestor had said it was difficult, which meant it was close to impossible.
She quickly reminded her disciple: "Ayu, be careful; I think Grandmaster Minghe is about to lose his mind!"
"Ah, what? Crazy?" Deng Chanyu was scared; what have I done, for him to become crazy?
She looked into the phantasmagoric realm again. Golly, the original scene of the Perpetual Palace was about to collapse. The blood essence had become strikingly similar to Grandmaster Minghe, who exuded a sharp and ruthless aura but was searching for life within it. The A-basejian by his side looked a bit upset; how could you ask me to find life? I'm helpless!
Deng Chanyu was about to strike from the shadows to seize the sword, and she was about to act when she saw the A-nas sword turn into bloodwater, which then directly merged into the blood essence.
She shook her head; unlike the Xuan Yuan Zhi Shui Qi given to Bodhi, this companion spirit artifact was too closely connected with its host, and she had no opportunity to act.
She retracted her thoughts.
At this time, all the people, including Li Jing, Yan's wife, Nezha, Li Yin, and Ao Bing were all quickly transferring away from Chen Tang Guan, heading to the mountains or remote areas.
On the battlefield, only she, Long Ji, the old dragon king, and Shen Gongbao, whose head was being carried by the vulture, remained.
Deng Chanyu quickly said, "Old Dragon King, the blood god has been temporarily trapped by me. It's difficult to completely eliminate him. Please hurry to report this matter to the Great Sage!"
Ao Guang didn't hesitate, and now, for him to be sent to the heavens was actually to protect him.
Li Gen said that the Dragon Palace of the Eastern Sea had been destroyed, and he felt like his heart was being torn apart by a knife. More than that, he was filled with fear. With such a formidable enemy left in the Eastern Sea, he dared not even sleep.
Hurriedly bowing and farewell, she quickly rode the clouds to report to the celestial court.
Deng Chanyu quietly took out Shen Gongbao's body from the phantasmagoric realm, reuniting his head and body.
Grandmaster Minghe isn't just my enemy; why should I be the one in front? What kind of karmic repercussions are there? You all should join in as well!
"I heard that Shen Daojie has a wide network of contacts, and this beast is rampaging in the Eastern Sea, posing a great threat to the Daojie of the Three Mountains and Five Countries. Please invite your friends and help us eradicate this beast!"
Shen Gongbao hesitated for a moment, and Deng Chanyu hinted, "Since the Daoist Ancestor was possessed by the blood essence, unless he is killed, he will have no peace."
Shen Gongbao was greatly shocked and immediately agreed to lend his assistance.
Chen Tang Guan was located by the sea in the Eastern Ocean. As he rode the clouds at great speed, he saw a black cloud pass by his side before he had flown far from the shore.
He turned around in a hurry, only to find Qin Wan, one of the Ten Heavenly Kings, within the black cloud, moving quickly and hurriedly as if he had some urgent business.
He quickly called out to Qin Wan, "Daoist, please, please!"
Qin Wan was taken aback. With such a wide area around him, it seemed that he was allowing himself to leave first. This Daoist was rather courteous. Shen Gongbao, as far as Qin Wan knew, had been one of the many disciples of the Jade Emperor's school and he should have been familiar with him, but they were not acquainted. So, Qin Wan promptly returned the courtesy with a polite nod: "Yes, Daoist, you may go first."
"Daoist, please wait a moment?" Shen Gongbao had been struggling to say something for a while and finally managed to get it out. When he looked up again, he found that Qin Wan had already flown far away.
"Old scoundrel! Old, old River of Death, old scoundrel!" He was so angry that he stamped his feet. His abilities were mostly in his mouth, and the aftermath of the blood essence was truly a curse to him.
At the same time, within the Tenth Heaven's Azure Palace located in the 33rd Heaven.
The old dragon king, after reporting the matter, stood by the side with his eyes fixed on his nose and nose fixed on his mind as if he were a mere decorative piece.
The Emperor of the Celestial Heavens held his posture as if he had just learned about this matter.
"Gentry, I am entrusted by the Daoist Ancestor to hold the celestial court, manage the three realms, and I dare not slacken for a moment. "The Emperor of the Celestial Heavens continued with a long speech about his background, half-lying and half-boasting, before getting to the point: "Now that the River of Death is aiding evil forces, destroying the Dragon Palace in the Eastern Sea and attempting to kill people in the mortal world, he has become a great enemy of the three realms. Who among you dares to lead an army to conquer him?"
At present, the several rotten potatoes in the celestial court showed no signs of glancing at each other. They all lowered their heads in silence, and the hall was eerily quiet.
In their hearts, everyone was cursing. After all, that was Grandmaster Minghe! Nuwa's disciple had brought the enlightenment treasure of a Saint, which was just enough to contain the enemy. How could we be their match?
The Emperor of the Celestial Heavens knew the caliber of his subordinates, so he didn't hold out any hope and said, "Giant Spirit, I command you to lead 500 celestial soldiers and generals to capture the River of Death."
Standing among a group of immortals, even if he tried to lower his head as much as possible, he was still two heads taller and three times wider than others. Giant Spirit spoke in a deep voice, "I will obey the emperor's order!"
Giant Spirit had actually long ago joined the celestial court. Among the nine treasures born from the dragon, the sixth was a turtle with claws, and Giant Spirit was a descendant of that turtle. Born with immense strength, he was skilled at moving mountains and rivers. As the dragon race had joined the celestial court, he followed suit as well.
At this moment, he received the imperial edict, and with five hundred dejected celestial soldiers and generals, they marched under the flag and drummed the war drums. Despite their numbers only being five hundred, they managed to create a grand army of over ten thousand men, and they descended from heaven to vanquish demons and devils.
