Deng Chanyu felt that the scene of the teacher giving his apprentice a large medicinal gift at this parting was somewhat familiar, but all his thoughts were focused on the chaos over there. For a moment, he couldn't remember where he had seen it before, so he didn't dwell on it too much.
It's normal for the boss to give some injury drugs before fighting, isn't it?
Reluctantly took the gourd, bid farewell to Qing Luan and others one by one, and then stepped out of the Hall of Woman Heavens.
She detached half of her heart energy from the Phoenix side, transformed into the appearance of a Phoenix with Eight Nine Xuan Gong, rushed into Chaos, and followed the guidance direction of the True Essence Beacon to search for the God Tortoise who was about to arrive at the world of Hundun.
Nuwa wiped a nonexistent sweat off her brow. It would be too embarrassing to be asked directly. Holding out the medicine at this point was also a guess that Deng Chanyu's thoughts were not on this matter, and it was a carefully calculated move.
She stretched her lazy muscles, carrying the teacher's demeanor was really uncomfortable. Finally, she had sent her apprentice off!
"Little Qing, come and squeeze my shoulders for me. I've been forging and alchemy, and my back is sore."
Qing Luan: ""
Nuwa released her thoughts and lazily lied down, doing nothing and wasting the whole afternoon.
She shook her neck and sat up from the cloud bed.
"It's really a hardworking life. If Chanyu were a true immortal now, that would be great. Being a Xuanxian is just too low."
Qing Luan dryly said, "Madam, Chanyu's cultivation speed is already very fast."
Nuwa shook her head: "It's still slow. My brother and I were much stronger when we first took form than she is now."
Qing Luan understood this character and knew that flattery was never wrong with Fu Xi. Without hesitation, she started to praise Fu Xi enthusiastically.
Nuwa looked at the main gate of her palace, her eyes empty. She watched it for half an incense stick before asking Qing Luan to comb her hair and having two maids bring clothes and shoes, along with red embroidered balls and a sword for slaying demons, all prepared.
Deng Chanyu has proven her abilities multiple times, but her teacher, Nuwa, still cannot be at ease. Despite not wanting to go out, she still has to make a trip.
Immortals have already become immune to the dangers of 99% of the chaos. However, there are still some threats that may potentially harm her, no matter how unwilling she is. She has to make preparations for entering the chaos.
"Little Qing, close the palace door tightly. No matter who comes to look for me, say that I am not here."
With you not stepping out of the front gate or even the second gate, who would come to visit you?
Qing Luan smiled very sweetly: "Yes, madam."
Nuwa also stepped into Chaos, preparing to keep a safe distance and watch Deng Chanyu closely. If there were no dangers, she wouldn't make an appearance.
Deng Chanyu's transformed phoenix emerged from a large, thick, and cold whirlpool.
The wind here was even more erosive than the Er Bi wind in the void, and she felt her whole body aching. The gusts that rushed into her five internal organs were like thin needles, alternating back and forth. Even more terrifying was that these winds seemed to possess some kind of "spirit". They instinctively devoured Deng Chanyu's magical power, and then let out a series of sharp howls.
These "spirits" were absorbing her magical power while passively transmitting some kind of information. If one were to carefully discern it, they would find a vast amount of what could be called knowledge, endless and boundless. If one tried to analyze it forcibly, one would exclaim, "Another useless batch of knowledge has been added."
These "spirits" were not only assimilating her magical power but also passively conveying some kind of information. If one carefully discerned them, they would find a huge amount of knowledge in them, endless. If one tried to analyze them forcefully, one would exclaim "useless knowledge has increased again." These pieces of information, knowledge, are automatically generated and accumulated in Chaos, as garbage information. If one absorbs all the information from Chaos into their body, summarizes and extracts them, and still manages to remain sane afterwards, that person would be truly omniscient and omnipotent. At that point, becoming a Saint wouldn't be an issue; exceeding Hongjun or Pan Gu would be possible as well. However, this is akin to monkeys typing out Shakespeare with their fingers—it's just possible; the actual individual mind is far from capable of doing this alone.
Deng Chanyu ignored the chaotic knowledge within the information. She spat out three mouthfuls of the Yin Jiao true fire at her own body, then consumed more than one-tenth of the great sun gold flame from the Cuiguang Liangyi lamp, only then managing to completely eradicate these bone-eating sores.
