Regarding the Two-Incident Dust Formation, Deng Chanyu's explanation is that Daji is pregnant, and it has now reached a critical moment. She is extremely worried, to the point of not being able to sleep. In order to prevent any unexpected incidents, she has specifically laid out the grand formation.
It is actually that she extracted the Hong Yun Cloudsoul's remaining spiritual energy into the second phase.
The first stage is almost semi-automatic. Such grade of spirit essence naturally possesses the attribute of automatic aggregation. As long as she occasionally lets the residual spirit essence of Hong Yun absorb some heavenly materials and compete in spirituality, at this time, Hongmeng ZiQi is strong, and the residual soul is weak. The former will automatically separate from the latter.
In the second stage, it is the process of truly extracting the Hongmeng Purple Qi from the residual spirit of Hong Yun and gradually absorbing it into her own Yuan Shen (prime essence).
In the third stage, it is truly the fusion, connection, and understanding of Hongmeng Purple Qi.
Deng Chanyu, with legs folded, sat on the saints' stool given by Nuwa. She occasionally moved the Chaos Bell beside her, utilizing its properties of suppressing space and confining time to dissipate the spirituality of the residual soul and keep that strand of Hongmeng ZiQi under constant suppression.
This thing is called "Purple Qi," and it indeed appears as a nebulous cloud of gas. In essence, it is somewhat like a privilege for sages to control the primordial chaos. To put it in more ethereal terms, this is the source of creating all things, the true foundation of the great path.
Deng Chanyu has seen the true world of the Dao, and it has stayed there for a long time. That experience greatly helped her absorb the Hongmeng Purple Qi in front of her.
Is there any connection between the foundation of the great path and her great path's voice? At present, she hasn't seen any connection, but it can be said that the great path's voice is a tangible form of intangible existence, while Hongmeng ZiQi is an intangible form of tangible existence.
Deng Chanyu is laboriously separating the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and Daji's belly is gradually becoming visible. She was raised under traditional female concepts, and her own worldview has been fixed. She lacks the strength of Wuhuang women, who carry big bellies and can still chop people with broad axes even when their water breaks.
She would often read books and practice calligraphy leisurely to dispel the numerous troubles during her pregnancy.
This frustration is difficult to explain in just a few sentences. In general, it's a mix of low mood, tension, anxiety, and various physical discomforts caused by a combination of many factors.
It seems she is developing a slight version of the jade fever. Deng Chanyu doesn't engage in constant struggles with the Hong Yun Cloudsoul. Occasionally, she would accompany her around the surrounding areas of Emei Mountain, to take a walk and relax her mind.
"Come, listen to it. This sound is from a thousand years ago."
Seeing her about to strike the bell, Daji hurriedly stopped her, her lips slightly curled up: "Don't knock on that broken bell of yours. Knocking it every day, isn't it annoying!"
The two Dire Earth realm's Iron Beasts nodded in agreement. "This thing is often knocked twice, and it's too noisy to sleep. Do you know how important our sleep is?" Bad guys!
Deng Chanyu quickly surrendered and said, "Sorry, I was wrong!"
As Daji huffed and turned to walk away, she kicked the two Iron Eating Beasts twice, "What do you two have to do with it? Don't you agree?!"
Deng Chanyu supported Daji, who looked like an old empress, on her stroll. In reality, Daji could ride horses and shoot arrows now. Yesterday, she even saw Daji's classmates secretly eating fruits in the kitchen.
It's definitely not something that can be said out loud. At this time, there's no point in arguing; the main thing is to be patient and offer companionship.
"What shall the child's surname be?" Daji suddenly asked with great curiosity while walking.
Deng Chanyu was still pondering over the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and off-handedly came up with an answer: "As you wish."
Daji pouted her lips, "Alright then, it will be the surname Wang!"
Deng Chanyu couldn't help but laugh and said, "Don't make trouble. Where did this Wang surname come from? There isn't a single person with that surname within a hundred miles of Emei Mountain!"
The surname is indeed of little importance, but it quickly leads to the topic of naming.
Not wanting Daji to take the lead in the conversation, Deng Chanyu spoke first, "The formal name can wait, but let's come up with a little name for the child first?"
Daji pondered seriously for a while: "What should we call him? We certainly can't call him Chaos Bell?"
Deng Chanyu looked at Daji with a mix of disbelief and amusement, "After all this, you still have a grudge against me for knocking the bell?"
Daji laughed with a charming smile, "Just joking around. You're the second one, and I'm the third one. Let's name the child 'Xiao Wu' then?"
Deng Chanyu: "Then when the child of the child is born, should it be called 'Xiao Shi'? So hurried?"
To show her maternal love, Daji decided to sew clothes for the yet-to-be-born baby, little clothes and shoes. It was a good idea, and she got busy preparing the fabric, needles and threads, scissors all ready. Then Daji found out she had no skill in sewing.
Before she started, she felt like she had never seen a real live pig, and thus didn't know how to sew. After thinking for a while, she thought she could figure it out. However, the truth was that this wasn't something that could be just thought out. A lot of expensive cloud pattern fabric and spiritual snake thread were used, and the originally clean and lustrous fabric became thick with tiny threads sewn unevenly by her. The delicate fabric turned hard, and now it was just a handkerchief barely sewn together.
"HAHAHAHAHA——" Deng Chanyu couldn't help but laugh.
When Daji asked her to sew, she was also taken aback.
She wasn't as clumsy as Daji and didn't have an addiction to sewing. She shook her head repeatedly: "I come from a martial family, I was riding a horse by the age of five, practicing archery by the age of six, and practicing throwing stones by the age of eight. I certainly don't know how to do this thing."
Daji replied angrily, "I'm not from a military family?"
The plan to sew clothes for the baby couldn't be abandoned, so they summoned two maids, Hongxiao and Bing'er. The maids did have the skill for sewing, but their magical power was insufficient to sew the level of spiritual materials required. If they used ordinary objects, Daji felt guilty towards the baby. They weren't lacking in resources; if they were going to use something, it should be the best.
In a helpless situation, Deng Chanyu had no choice but to reach for the evil hand towards the Three Immortal Islands.
The Three Immortal Islands, with the three Immortal Maidens of varying ages, didn't have the skill but knew how to practice Tai Chi.
"Why don't you ask Xiao Qinglan to help you?"
"Let Xiao Honghe help you."
"Let Xiao Hualing help you."
Yun Xiao, Qiong Xiao, and Bi Xiao simultaneously recommended their mounts to act as tailors. Deng Chanyu opened the grand formation and let the three big young girls who had just returned to the Three Immortal Islands a couple of days ago back in to work.
After hearing their requirements, the three big young girls looked worried. Xiao Qinglan looked up at Deng Chanyu and asked, "Second uncle, we can't sew either."
We are still children. How did we end up in a situation where we have to sew clothes for the baby?
Deng Chanyu just pointed towards the direction of the Three Immortal Islands and said, "You don't want your favorite immortal to be in trouble, do you?"
The three little ones immediately admitted defeat. "Okay, we'll slowly learn and practice," they said.
"I also need a few cradles, preferably with some toys as well. They shouldn't have sharp edges, and the best material would be wood, so they won't break when they fall."
She rattled off a long list of demands, and in the eyes of the three big young girls, it seemed like an endless list.
