"Là dà jù, chě dà jù, À yá jiā chàng dà xì"
Yúnxiāo couldn't help but laugh and cry. He knew that his painting style was out of sync with that of this muck man, but he could only stretch the long saw, imbued with virtues, to and fro over Dìmǔ's thick thighs alongside Dèng Chányīn.
This job isn't tiring, but it's not pleasing to the eye. Dèng Chányù doesn't care about her own image at all, nor can she seem too pretentious.
She secretly chanted a spell, urging her mount Xiǎo Qīngluán to come quickly and save the throne!
Dèng Chányù saw that she didn't continue the topic of Dragon Emperor Qinglong, so she didn't say anything about this either. Who will be the next Dragon Emperor Qinglong? It's not surprising that dragons and phoenixes are sworn enemies, as everything is a scheme, and one wrong move could easily lead to being ensnared.
According to the destiny, the one who is most in line with the destiny of Dragon Emperor Qinglong is the Jiulong Elder, followed by Dèng Jiǔgōng!
If Dèng Jiǔgōng were to become the Dragon Emperor Qinglong, she would be disgusted to death. So let's keep Jiulong Elder alive for now. You say you were controlled by the magic of Yuelong? Oh, yes, you really were! Hurry to take over as one of the four sacred beasts of heaven! This is your fortune from the Primordial Heaven!
The ancient dragon transformed into the form of a dragon, using his massive body to plug the sea eye. The "chat group" established by the three Chaos Beasts once again opened, and Yuanfeng and Shixīlín had been waiting for him for a while.
"Oh, howl, howl, howl! Who is it? It's not the wise-minded ancient dragon lord!" Yuanfeng was overjoyed. Her happiness was comparable to eating ten yellow longan grapes.
Thinking about food, she munched away, devouring all the virtues she had just acquired.
This method of absorption is not bad, but there is a loss involved. Serious people wouldn't waste it like this, but Yuanfeng doesn't care.
Yuanfeng's munching sounds particularly big, as if she were enjoying it like eating dragon meat.
"Ha ha ha, you old dog! You've plotted your whole life, but this time you're finally down, right?" Shixīlín had remained silent before. It wasn't that he was shy and reticent, but rather that he didn't have the strength to speak. This time was quite rare in that he delivered his "condolences."
What a scene! The ancient dragon nearly fled away. If he had to endure the hardship here without seeing any hope, while his comrade could dig a tunnel to escape, it would make Shixilin extremely angry.
Fortunately, he was caught back! The prosperity of the dragon race suffered a great decline, and the ancestor dragon's pearl was shattered. What he was emphasizing here was nothing more than happiness!
The ancient dragon was in a bad mood. His plot for a hundred million years had been in vain, and Dèng Chányù not only "rescued" him back but also destroyed the realm of Yin and Yang, striking a decisive blow to his destiny. This setback was too much for him to bear.
No matter how much Yuanfeng and Shixilin chattered, he remained silent without a word.
You can talk freely, I'll just play dead.
Shixilin spoke twice and didn't have the strength to say more. The voice from Qilin Cliff fell silent. Yuanfeng, on the other hand, talked non-stop, chattering on for several days. The ancient dragon could no longer bear it and engaged in an argument with her again.
They started using foul language, cursing each other's ancestors back to the eighteenth generation. It was a back-and-forth exchange of words, waiting to see who would crack first.
Shixilin nodded in agreement. "Exactly, that's the taste. It's back to where I'm familiar with things, and that's just fine."
He also noticed that Yuanfeng had regained some strength. This was unacceptable. If they were going to die, it should be together. He would frequently incite more fire, play along, and prompt Yuanfeng to continue cursing the ancient dragon. There should be no stopping. They couldn't give their two old rivals any chance to recover. If they recovered their strength, they would cause trouble. Then he'd be all alone, and that just wasn't acceptable.
The little Qinglan brought along the two companions, Honghu and Hualing bird, to the scene, thus rescuing Yunxiao.
Civil engineering, this is the only area where Yunxiao did not imitate Nuwa. She is the transformation of white clouds, and the work of cutting wood, digging soil, and smelting stones is too far from her artistic style. Over all these years, she has only learned to smelt Xi'er soil. The rest are things she knows what they are but not why they are so.
The shared employee arrived, and she left to say goodbye.
Dèng Chányù told Xiao Qīngluán to work hard and she would go to deliver Yunxiao. This journey was three thousand li long.
"Alright, stop sending me off. If you keep going, we'll reach the Three Immortal Islands. Really, you're just using the excuse of seeing me off to be lazy, are you a child?" Yunxiao was utterly exasperated.
"Ha ha ha, look at what you said. Alright, I'll go back now." Dèng Chányù chatted for a bit more before saying goodbye to the big sister with a broad chest and deep blue heart.
Yú Yǔ Tiān.
Zhào Gōngmíng met the Lord of the Heavens and presented the spirit sword he had obtained from the Gate of Destiny.
"Teacher," as he saw the Lord of Tao Tianfeng handle his sword without speaking, Zhào Gōngmíng seemed to want to say something.
The Lord of the Heavens said, "Gōngmíng, tell us about your experience this time."
Seeing that the teacher was reluctant to say more about the spirit sword, Lao Zhao did not insist but instead gave a detailed account of his experiences in the realm of Yin and Yang. He didn't hide the fact that he was kicked repeatedly by the Golden Qilin either; this was not whining but rather to ensure that the Lord of Tao got a complete picture.
"Teacher, what exactly is that door?" There seem to be something hidden about the spirit sword, and it would be better not to ask. However, he had to ask about the door that was forced open. What if there was poison or a curse behind it? What if it hurt his precious little sister in the end?
The Lord of the Heavens guessed what he was thinking and laughed lightly twice: "It's no big deal. The layout there is something that I know. Dao An has prepared everything in advance long ago. Now it's just a matter of following the natural flow. This time's events are about the saints, the human world, and have little impact on you."
He didn't mention the events involving the saints, but instead roughly described the changes that would occur in the human world. The fate of "emperors, generals, and statesmen" would be shattered. Previously, nobles were always nobles and commoners were always commoners. This would no longer be the case in the future. The common people might rise to positions of supreme authority, while nobles could become penniless. The destiny of humans, starting from the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, which had been managed by a single family or clan for a long time, was now completely shattered.
Dèng Chányù didn't just cut through Nuwa's destiny, but also through the heavenly mandate of the Dèng family. Hongjun had her, as the founder of the Dèng family, personally cut it. She herself knew the reason for it, but she still cut it. After three generations, the Dèng family would have no connection to her. Am I supposed to protect you for a thousand generations and ten millennia? If you don't have the ability, and are overthrown by others, that's just what you deserve.
After Lao Zhao finished listening, he didn't feel anything. The replacement of empires in the human world had nothing to do with him. He really wanted to hear about the saints and destinies, but it was clear that the Lord of the Heavens had no intention of telling, so he could only leave.
After the disciples left, the Lord of the Heavens remained silent.
He looked towards the Niusha Palace, relying on the disciples and the support of human qi, how powerful will Nuwa be after cutting off her destiny? She was already the first saint after Hongjun. Now, holding the Chaos Bell, completely free from destiny constraints, with nothing to weigh her down, he could hardly imagine Nuwa's current strength.
The disciples were taught by her, and the human race was established by her. At this moment, the Lord of the Heavens felt that Nuwa's planning was extremely profound. Wasn't this calculation from saving Yuanfeng at the Lufeng Slope?
As he thought of Nuwa, he couldn't help but recall the reason why his precious sword had fallen into the Gate of Destiny. He had two suspects.
