“Have some skill, but this is not your own skill:”
The zombie dragon in the cold pond conveyed a very disdainful meaning, "Who cares if it's my skill? I can use it."
Deng Chanyu sneered: "Hmph, you were killed by Emperor Shun on Yu Mountain in the past. Yet, you remain so arrogant. Do you still think of yourself as the sixth descendant of Emperor Huang and the great-grandson of Xuan? Wake up! Gong has already died. You are merely a persistent belief anchored in human virtues, even tainted. Look at your current state. Do you still have any pride as a descendant of our ancient race? 'The Way of Heaven is firm and just; a gentleman must strive for self-improvement.' Have you achieved this? Step out!"
The cold pool remained unchanged, and the zombie dragon was completely unmoved.
Deng Chanyu adopted another set of arguments: "You entrust your knowledge, your desires, and your wisdom to Yu. Do you believe he will fulfill your task? Have you ever considered him? Is this the destiny he wishes to accept? I shall tell you the truth. Yu failed; he already failed when he tried to calm the waters of the East Sea. He planted a pillar in the sea, said to be called something like 'the Iron Needle that Stabilizes the Sea,' which was an idea conjured up by you after your passing, and then imparted to him? To fix the sea? That's simply ridiculous!"
This indeed is not a concocted story. Emperor Yu himself has said that he knew from birth, which was because his 'male mother,' Gong, infused him with a large amount of knowledge related to flood control during the prenatal education period. Most of it was useless, all imaginative methods thought up by Gong himself.
After Emperor Yu became an adult, he almost completely rejected Gong's approach to flood control.
At this moment, Deng Chanyu's words, seven parts true and three parts false, negate the existence value of Gong. The zombie dragon's spirit begins to rampage as it becomes infuriated.
A massive "thunderclap" echoed as the zombie dragon roared and burst out of the cold spring, its mouth wide open, spewing forth a torrent of thick mud and sand at Deng Chanyu.
"Haha, what am I talking about? It's the soil of repose! So it seems there's another layer of cause-and-effect between us."
The Soil of Repose is a kind of spiritual material invented by Nuwa to repair the primeval world, but as Nuwa found it troublesome, the method of refining it was also widely publicized. Numerous female immortals like Yunxiao, the Immortal Female from the Nine Heavens, Qingluan, and many others are adept at refining this substance.
Deng Chanyu, thoroughly familiar with the properties of Soil of Repose, neither dodged nor shrank. Her palm rose, and the torrent of sand and mud spanning a distance of ten zhang from her began to part on either side. It then transformed into clear water, falling back into the cold spring.
She brought her index and middle fingers together, drew a casual line from top to bottom towards the direction of the zombie dragon's approaching body, and in the next instant, the zombie dragon's body was sliced diagonally into two halves.
If this is only a zombie dragon transformed by Gong, then at this point, it can be announced that the battle is over. The two sides are not on the same level, but Hongmeng Zǐqì has made it possible for the impossible.
The zombie dragon roared and, despite being sliced apart by the spatial blade, its body remerged in an unnatural fashion, with the cut surfaces vanishing. Not only were the scales gone, but even the skin and muscles were perfectly joined together. No trace of a wound remained.
"This is getting complicated." Deng Chanyu stepped forward, relying on spatial teleportation to dodge the dragon's tail swipe.
Her fingers flicked in the directions of east, south, west, and north, summoning four intangible blades. This was not the Zhu Xian Sword Formation but a sword array she had created by fusing the essence of her severed sword with her own comprehension of array magic.
She had previously engaged the zombie dragon in magical combat to buy time. The sword array she had just laid out had exhausted half of her magical energy, and her total magical reserves were about the same as Yunxiao's. Half of that was a significant amount.
Her fingers flicked, and with a crisp "swipe," a sound boom erupted as the zombie dragon's claw was severed. The fire it expelled she skillfully redirected to the other side. Leveraging the reflective properties of the formation, it plummeted from above and slammed back into the dragon's head.
With each cut, the Hongmeng purple gas recovered once. The bad news was that the zombie dragon was almost impossible to kill. The good news was that this Hongmeng purple gas used all external forces to repair the zombie dragon's body, which meant it wouldn't produce any strange phenomena.
After slashing over three thousand times, the Hongmeng purple gas felt the same as it did when she first started. Not a single bit had been reduced. However, the core of the zombie dragon, Gong's obsession, was continually dwindling under the relentless physical barrage.
"You've already died, so you should die completely rather than bring shame to Emperor Yu!” Deng Chanyu unleashed her full strength. The four spatial blades changed once again, and it appeared as if the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and countless spatial forces were banished from this region. The cold spring turned into shades of black and white. All remaining qi was expelled out. Under her control, the place grew darker and darker until it seemed as if nothing existed anymore.
Firstly, the traits symbolizing goodness and integrity within Gong were repelled out, followed by the grey essence of his obsession, which was rapidly merging into the darkness. When everything within the line of sight was enveloped in darkness, a speck of purple light began to gradually appear.
Deng Chanyu was satisfied. Her body continued to maintain the suppression of spatial power, and her soul left the body, the greatly more concentrated Hongmeng purple gas opposite her began to exert force, continuously extracting Hongmeng purple gas within the zombie dragon and integrating it with her own Hongmeng purple gas.
After a cup of tea, the gray had completely disappeared, indicating that the last shred of Gong's obsession had vanished into thin air. The zombie dragon dissipated along with the wind and left no trace behind.
Now, the world was left with only two colors: black and purple. The purple color tried to dominate all others, but after integrating into Deng Chanyu's "big family," it had to abandon its "immature" idea.
Dai Ji pulled out the Taomu magic staff. This was a divine weapon used by the great sorcerer Kuo Yu, which was later given to her by Pingxin Immaculate for protection (Chapter 145).
When her realm was low, she felt that this wooden staff had no distinctive features, its killing power was low, and its defense power was weak. It was sometimes heavy and sometimes light. Most importantly, it wasn't aesthetically pleasing to hold, often ridiculed by Deng Chanyu as a beggar's staff.
Now at the Golden Immortal realm, she immediately sensed the formidable strength of this wooden staff. Fireproof, waterproof, and windproof were just basic abilities. Holding the staff for an hour allowed her to be completely invigorated to work all day long. Relying on boundless stamina, she previously had the capital to mock Deng as weak-willed. Otherwise, Daji, such a delicate beauty, would not have had the stamina to train with Deng, a top-level general in martial arts.
"Who? Step forward!" She held the staff, looking towards the side of the Punishment Hall in the Fengdu Palace.
A woman with somewhat plump figure and dressed in ancient attire walked out from the shadows.
Dai Ji is not a novice. After all, she has been wandering around the Primeval World for over thirty years. She has seen many distinguished figures in the underworld, but she found herself unfamiliar with this plump woman. The appearance of this woman was extremely strange.
