The writing flowed effortlessly for hundreds of characters, and then Deng Chanyu ordered Xiao Qingluan to seal her Shu Kingdom's princess' seal.
"Little teacher-uncle, what's next?"
"Give it to my father, Deng Jiugong. You should go right now, turn into the shape of the blue magpie bird, and when flying, create a bit of auspicious cloud. It should appear especially sacred."
Xiao Qingluan was hesitant to go. It was quite far away, and lying down here was not comfortable. Moreover, she had to change into her original form? Although there were fewer taboos regarding mounts, showing her true form in front of accomplished cultivators was always considered impolite.
"Little Green, go quickly," Yun Xiao commanded.
Xiao Qingluan, with a melancholic expression, carrying the freshly baked oath scroll, transformed into a blue magpie bird and flew directly to Wan City.
Deng Jiugong's Northern Expedition has been ongoing for some time.
The state of Zhou was in chaos, with several feudal lords attacking each other. However, it ultimately underwent the Battle of Zhou to end the Shang dynasty.
At that time, there was Ji Dan within and Jiang Ziya without, yet they trained a powerful army.
On the Han side, there were few old generals left, and with the death of many prominent figures like Huang Feihong, the fighting strength was declining.
After several months of fighting, it could be said that both sides had their victories and defeats, and Han State did not gain any advantage in the middle line.
The Han army led by Deng Xiu in the west, which was advancing from Hanzhong to Qishan, was also facing great difficulties. The two sides were engaged in a prolonged stalemate. The transportation environment in Shu territory consumed a tremendous amount of grain and forage. On the Han side, even ten percent of their strength could not be fully utilized at the front lines.
At the critical moment of the fierce battle, Zhou's destiny had come to an end, at least in the eyes of the common people. The sky had been pierced by a gaping hole.
Spiritual beings were falling in large numbers, their remains eroded by Chaos energy, transforming into non-human and non-beast existence. This was a typical apocalyptic scene, quite terrifying.
What does this mean? This must be Zhou's loss of virtue, and the heavens are penalizing them! Zhou's morale was instantly slashed by more than half, from Guan Shu Xian at the top to the common laborers and traders below, everyone felt that Zhou had incurred divine wrath.
Afterwards, the old Zhao messed around with the twenty-four solar terms, wreaking havoc on the world. Planting crops? Summer hailstorms, winter scorching heat, this is sheer nonsense!
The Han Kingdom's treasury was stacked with mountains of grain, and the administration was relatively honest. The impact of not planting crops for a year was significant, but not great.
On the Zhou side, they were eating grain from the previous year while stockpiling grain for the upcoming year. Their granaries were empty, and their economy, already fragile, completely collapsed. From the top to the bottom, everything was chaotic.
With one side well-fed and the other hungry, even a hundred-battle army would be useless.
Xiao Qingluan in Emei Mountain seemed like an immature child. Transforming into her original form, with the oath scroll in her mouth, her figure descending from the sky was still very beautiful.
Nu Wa, Yun Xiao, and Shi Ji all used the blue magpie bird as their mount. Among them, Nu Wa's exemplary leadership was one aspect, while the good appearance of the blue magpie bird species was another. This species appeared very gentle and kind.
Deng Jiugong did not know Xiao Qingluan, but he did not mind using this as a way to boost morale. Talk of celestial blessings and enemy propaganda in the capital of Yan, he gave it all.
When Deng Jiugong took the oath scroll and kowtowed on behalf of the human race to thank the heavens, Deng Chanyu also received the blessing of human destiny.
Human destiny not only allows her to increase her offensive power and resist counterattacks, but also enables her to do things that would be impossible otherwise.
Closing her eyes to meditate, when she opened her eyes again, she had already entered the form of the Wa Empress Dao body that she hadn't used in a while.
As she opened her eyes, the phoenixes of the heavenly court and the moonlight of Mount Ling all closed their eyes simultaneously. A surge of fiery power and a wave of tranquility descended separately into the yin-yang realm from above.
Deng Chanyu's true cultivation level did not change, but with the help of a trace of innate sacredness contained within the Wa Empress Dao body, the powers of both her physical and spiritual bodies were rapidly adjusted. The phoenix's cultivation was entirely based on ancient techniques from its bloodline, while the moonlight's Buddhist sutras came from the Buddhist tradition. All these converged on Deng Chanyu, making her practice both ancient and modern, combining Taoism and Buddhism.
Deng Chanyu took out the Chaos Bell and this time did not use the Measuring Rod to strike it. Instead, she used this supreme treasure from the beginning of creation to cleanse herself. Her powers were continuously purified and optimized. The color of her external power display turned from green to gold, then from gold to purple, eventually forming a nebulous purple aura. This was a quasi-Zhan'er Shi Zun realm that was neither real nor false.
The real combat isn't effective; it's like a piece of paper, easy to puncture. But it looks very strong.
Zhao Gongming was stunned. For a moment, he couldn't believe what he saw.
Yun Xiao was also biting her lips, and the determined her who didn't admit defeat wanted to go back and close herself in for cultivation immediately.
Deng Chanyu was struggling with a task beyond her capabilities, without time to talk to them, she used the rarely employed path of the Great Law of Power, communicating with the Chaos Bell and the drop of Later Earth spirit blood she had absorbed in the past.
The Chaos Bell contained the blood of ten ancestral celestials, but lacked this drop of Later Earth spirit blood. Happily, she had received it from Ping Xin Niangong in that year.
With Deng Chanyu at the center, the Chaos Bell surrounded her, and twelve roars were released in succession. These voices ranged from high-pitched to powerful. Their very presence could be seen as a representation of Pan Gu's resistance against fate.
The Chaos Bell, as a fragment of the celestial axe used by Pan Gu to create the heavens, did not inherently oppose the tribe of witchcraft. It was simply unable to defy the command of Taiyi. After millions of years had passed, both sides returned to the same camp once again, and the Chaos Bell could not help but emit joyful ringing.
A massive, ancient figure, as if emerging from the era of eternity, gradually took shape.
It was quite blurry, let alone the appearance, even the limbs and torso looked like a black mess. However, this was normal. The Pan Gu shadow awakened by the twelve celestial spirits' twelve heavenly array was of the "pindu" version, and now Deng Chanyu's grade is even lower, without form or spirit. What she had was only a will forcefully put together.
It matters who the will belongs to. Zhao Gongming's will is not the same as Pan Gu's will.
A large amount of human destiny was injected into the shadow, and the Chaos Bell transformed its own power into a giant axe and projected it into the shadow's hand.
With the axe in hand, the feeling of the colossal shadow was completely different. It swung its neck and, despite the vast amounts of qi that surged through its veins, even after millions of years, one could still feel its overwhelming power. This was the pinnacle of strength, an existence that had already trampled on three thousand Dao paths. What is Dao? I say you are Dao, and you are; I say you are not, and then you're not!
In the face of this power, flames can become extremely docile, time can reverse, and there is nothing that cannot be done.
The Yin-Yang realm was simply unable to bear this amount of power. The entire world groaned under the weight, with large amounts of soil and gravel falling from the geological veins. The souls of dragons, phoenixes, and qilin who died here were all liberated at this moment. Their remains had become sustenance for the colossal shadow, providing power to break through the door of destiny.
The Chaos Bell struck three times in quick succession, its sound echoing continuously. The colossal shadow looked towards the Heavenly Gate with a contented smile, then lifted the giant axe in his hand and struck down with great force!
