At the same time that Tang Jiugong proclaimed himself an emperor, the luck of the Han Dynasty soared. Seven colors of radiance burst out from the cauldron in Yuzhou, spreading from Yuzhou towards the other eight states. Finally, the human aura in Zhongyuan converged together, forming a small cauldron-like shape at the top of a phoenix convergence luck, on top of which.
The auspiciousness of the celestial bird of the Shang Dynasty and the auspiciousness of the phoenix's cry on Mount Qishan in the Zhou Dynasty were all swallowed up. The aura of the hundred birds facing the phoenix was brimming with confidence, at its most prosperous moment, when suddenly a small cauldron appeared beside it.
It was quite strange, as if it had the intention of competing with the auspiciousness of Yuzhou's cauldron. However, after hesitating for a moment, it chose to give up, realizing that the auspiciousness of the phoenix tribe was no match for the human aura, and that its foundation was too thin to compete on an equal level. It concluded that it would be better to retreat and preserve what it had rather than try to overpower others and risk benefiting "outsiders".
The average person cannot see the aura, but Deng Chanyu can see it. She can feel it even more. With the rapid rise of the Han Dynasty's luck, her own golden destiny seems to be boiling like hot water, and a certain power is refining her destiny.
This is not about dividing it equally like splitting fruits, a divine merit descending from the heavens. Instead, it's an invisible form of assistance from the cosmos.
As one of the founding figures of the Han Dynasty, at the very least, she should and must enjoy the status upgrade from Han to Han Dynasty.
The Deng family turned their home into a country, and all members benefited from it. Deng Chanyu simply stopped managing affairs, but she is still within the royal circle.
In the future, even if the Han Dynasty collapses and they try to distance themselves from it, it will be of no use. She will undoubtedly be implicated, the only difference being the scale of the involvement.
Now there is no need to consider the collapse of the Han Dynasty. She treats the strength of a hundred million people as a propelling force, forcibly altering her destiny, and simultaneously activating "The Mouth of the Phoenix" under the Womaheng Dao body to swallow the Primordial Purple Essence forcefully.
The heavens are in her favor, and Hongjun seems to implicitly approve of what she is doing, at least in the general direction.
The earthly advantages, although the Chaodun Bell is not a divine scripture that specifically suppresses geomancy, it can still control space and time, and even the local geomancy of Emei Mountain is no match for it.
The people's will, with the establishment of the Han Dynasty now, all hearts are united. The human race is her greatest asset.
With heaven's timing, the land's advantage, and the people's unity all in her possession, it's like equipping Lin Daiyu with a powered armor. Even though her own strength may still be insufficient, with the added boost of this external power-up, removing a weeping willow is definitely within reach.
The phoenix of Tianjing and the moonlight of Lishan, as well as the Buddha of Moonlight, have all set aside their respective official duties and chosen to seclude themselves. In reality, their minds, magical powers, divine awareness, and everything else has converged onto Deng Chanyu's side. They are now focusing on pulling against the Primordial Purple Essence.
A sliver of purple essence, as thin as a strand of hair, was slowly approaching Deng Chanyu. Her golden destiny with a human body and a snake tail couldn't help but pick up a hint of purple. This change was incredibly subtle. It would be impossible to notice if one wasn't looking closely. She had enough patience to absorb it little by little, without taking any risks.
Deng Chanyu blinked in confusion for a moment and then opened her eyes again, finding herself standing in the great hall of the Biyouti Palace.
The Primarch of the Path to Heaven had a blurred appearance, sitting majestically on a cloud bed, with many disciples attending to him on either side. She also saw Zhao Gongming, who looked very unhappy today, regarding her as if she were an enemy who had killed his father.
What's going on? Deng Chanyu looked to her left.
Ouch! She was startled, and saw Yun Xiao kneeling beside her, and the most terrifying thing was that Yun Xiao had a child in her arms.
Yun Xiao cried with tears and sobs, "Teacher, I'm sorry. We have a child now, and the child is innocent. If there is to be any punishment, please punish me instead!"
Deng Chanyu looked around, and everyone, whether she knew them or not, was staring at her with anger. She felt a bit confused, "Mine?"
After a moment of thought, she smiled.
"Heart Demon brother, tell me, you always complain about this and hate that. Look at your own reasons. Years have passed, and you haven't made any progress. Is it possible that it's not because our spiritual will is strong, but because you yourself are inadequate?"
Deng Chanyu first said a bunch of things, and then, as if she were a teacher explaining a problem to a student, firmly pointed at Yun Xiao.
"I have a certain chance of survival and death with Yun Xiao, very small chance of giving birth to a child, but I am a member of the human race, and she is a transformation into white clouds. How can we give birth to a baby with little round ears, dark eye circles, and white bottoms? This is the offspring of Iron-eating beasts! Hahaha——"
The Biyouti Palace disappeared, and Yun Xiao in the white mist changed rapidly, and the scene changed accordingly.
This time it turned into a fiercely imposing courthouse.
Deng's family, starting from Deng Jiugong, a hundred and more people were all tied up and brought to the noon gate to await decapitation.
Deng Jiugong, Deng Xiu, and other relatives were all unkempt and limping as they walked. Their bodies were covered in wounds. The womenfolk were crying as they walked, and the scene was pitiful to the extreme, a stark contrast to the royal aura from before.
"Victory belongs to the conqueror and defeat to the conquered? Boring." Deng Chanyu reached out to the air, and Long Qian's Sky Divine Bow and Thunderous Arrow had automatically arrived in her hand. She drew the bowstring and shot an arrow that killed Deng Jiugong. Without pause, she shot one arrow after another, killing over a hundred people with her arrows.
"You've probably never read the Untitled Passionate Poet's Heroic Chronicles of Shooting and Killing, right? You magicians might not be too familiar with it, but in our values, shooting one's father, stabbing two father figures, those are all common events."
She paused for a moment: "Do you still have strength? I bet it's all used up with those two scenes? Have the balls to give me another one?"
The courthouse and the numerous corpses merged into the shape of Luo Hoo in Duan Xian Sword.
Deng Chanyu lightly pointed at him with her finger: "I knew it was you. What other tricks do you have? Just use them up, I'm in a hurry."
Luo Hoo sneered coldly: "This is how I raised three demons to attain enlightenment. Do you know about it? The more humiliation I suffer, the stronger my hatred in my heart. The date for attaining enlightenment as a Golden Fairy of Chaos and Yuan will approach sooner. Seize the opportunity to laugh now that you have strength left, for when the time comes for everything to come to an end, I fear you will no longer be able to laugh."
She's said things like this too many times, and Deng Chanyu has become immune to them.
"Look, look, you still have the same arrogant and domineering attitude. You can't provoke the Taoist Sage or challenge sages. Now you're picking a fight with me? Don't you feel ashamed? You've fallen to the level of arguing with me, a grandson, and that's really going backwards. But since you're here, it means I have succeeded. That's good news. After years of messing around, I finally took the first step in overcoming the eighty-one hardships."
Deng Chanyu witnessed a dramatic shift in the winds and clouds before her eyes, as if the Three Thousand Dao had transformed from a blind man's stumbling attempts to merely see wind as wind and clouds as clouds, but the entire world had taken on a different hue within her gaze. She had fully absorbed that sliver of Henglong Zi Qi that belonged to Hongyun, her snake-tailed essence being carrying a vortex of purple energy within her palms, and with a solemn demeanor.
Her destiny had transformed from gold to purple, previously from the Supreme Being of Humanity to the Celestial Lord in the Immortal Realm, and now she had taken another step upward. This step was a leap into an entirely new realm—transitioning from an immortal to a sage!
