Deng Chanyu's face carried a hint of joy, as she once again absorbed a trace of the primordial purple aura. Naturally, this was something to celebrate. The old Guan is a bit troublesome to deal with, but this time the scattered power of the primordial purple aura is all on the zombie dragon, and there is no opportunity to cause trouble or create extraordinary phenomena like radiant splendor and glowing purple aura. This is indeed good news for her.
She is not afraid of enemies who are difficult to deal with, but she fears attracting attention. Silencing someone also has its limits, and excessive killing can harm the harmony of nature.
Daji and Shousiling were chatting with their long staffs and short swords, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with it. On the shaman side, it was like this. If you don't have two big axes or don't swing a sledgehammer around, there's no atmosphere for chatting.
"What are you two talking about? You seem so happy?" she asked her wife with a smile.
Daji indeed seems to be very happy.
Although achieving enlightenment in the realm of the Shaman underworld, Daji's nature remained the same little girl who used to grow flowers and grass in Jizhou. She can beat an opponent at the same level, but she won't challenge anyone above her. Shousiling is an ancient god, and there is no lower level in the realm of ancient gods. Since their previous ambush attempt failed, it is clear that Shousiling's realm must be higher than hers. Daji has no guarantee of victory, but when Deng Chanyu arrived on the scene, the situation reversed, which can be seen from Shousiling's flustered expression.
Fengdu Mountain is the world of the departed, accumulating dead energy for billions of years. Immortals from outside would find it extremely uncomfortable here.
As Daji, she is a native here and can even be considered the nominal master. Even if Fengdu Mountain closed its doors, it would not exclude her.
Shousiling has gained some of the power over death from Dashilong, making her an owner here as well.
Deng Chanyu is different; she has only ventured into a small part of the path of life and death, much less the core, not even counting as an auxiliary to the main path. Here, she is a complete outsider.
At this moment, as a complete outsider, she showed no signs of discomfort. She stood there calmly, and Fengdu Mountain could not reject her, so it had to just let her be.
Similar outward manifestations, Shousiling had only seen in the past Taiyi, and now this suddenly appeared woman makes her feel fear, her gaze was very calm, but Shousiling felt that the power she was born with were leaving her at a rapid speed.
Her own destiny also underwent a dramatic change at that moment.
"Who are you, your excellency? This is Fengdu Mountain, and strangers are requested to leave early. Don't be sorry for life!" She tried to maintain her composure, but it resulted in joint laughter from Deng Chanyu and Taiyi.
Taiyi introduces to Deng Chanyu: "Haha, Yu Yu, let me introduce you, this goddess is Shousiling. She said"
Shousiling's story was recounted by Taiyi again, and Deng Chanyu's evaluation of it was that it was very boring and lacked any creativity.
She looked down on Shousiling with a critical gaze from a higher position.
Run! This enemy is too strong! Deng Chanyu is gradually merging in Shousiling's eyes with the former Emperor Taiyi of the East.
A dense Qi of the fire element, with properties of subduing space and time, she seemed to see a pair of wings behind Deng Chanyu.
She realized in an instant that her current strength was no match for him.
Autumn plants form a flower path in the air, purple stems and green vines form handguards, green leaves and white flowers become roads. Shousiling's appearance is very good, she rides a flower cart, seemingly slow but actually fast, and flees far away.
She kept looking back. At this point, she could no longer see the figures of Deng Chanyu and Taiyi, and she couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. Thank goodness they didn't chase after her.
"What is this Little Steward watching? Do you know?"
The crisp voice resounded in front of her, and she turned her head again to find Deng Chanyu still talking to Taiyi, less than a hundred zhang apart.
How is that possible?
She looked around again.
The flower path extends into the sky, all the way to the horizon, and the flower cart is also speeding towards the farthest distance. The only passenger is missing. She seems to be standing still, not moving at all.
Taiyi said, "I'm a bit worried about Xiao Wu. Let's settle this matter here quickly."
Deng Chanyu nodded: "Okay, that's not difficult."
In Shousiling's eyes, her body suddenly changed shape, growing infinitely taller and taller, as if it had become higher than the sky. The divine aura pressed down on her so much that she could hardly breathe.
The spiritual awareness of a god-level cultivator forcibly pressed upon Shousiling's heart, and she felt as if she were facing an indescribable great terror. Countless past events surged into her vision, though all these things were distorted and transformed.
Shousiling, during the ancient period, was the goddess in charge of childbirth and protection of children. Now, with the involvement of the sacred land of creation, there are many gods and goddesses in charge of childbirth. The Taoist childbirth deity is Taiyi Mountain's Azure-Peach Main Goddess, the Buddhist childbirth goddess is Guanyin from the Buddhist scripture. Even the underworld has a godess of life and death who is responsible for delivering souls. Add those without "official positions" to that list, and it becomes even more numerous.
Shousiling, both in terms of her own identity and her position, has been abandoned by the times.
At that moment, the countless babies in her eyes were rapidly transforming, turning black all over, with bloodshot eyes. The myriad of gods and goddesses who she had saved from death by changing their fates reappeared in their original forms, now wobbling on their feet, with open mouths and claws to devour her flesh.
"No! It's not my fault! I can't be blamed!" Under the immense pressure, Shousiling's eyes were forcefully burst open, and two black currents escaped from them rapidly. Shousiling tried to reach out to block them, but Taiyi struck her chest with a stick, sending her flying thousands of miles away and shattering her breastbone.
All the black energy gathered together, eventually forming a middle-aged man wearing an ebony crown, riding in an ornate carriage, surrounded by numerous black crows.
This man, without doubt, is the great commandant in charge of death. His eyes are left with two blood holes. The eyes that Taiyi burst open just now not only belong to Shousiling, but also seem to be his.
To gods, eyes are not particularly important. More often than not, they are for the recognition of believers. If you have nine heads, a centipede's body, and crocodile's feet, the common people would only be afraid rather than consider it their guardian deity.
Most innate gods are not human-shaped, and there are always some strange appearances. If they are blinded, it will only affect their image in the future, and have little impact on the present.
Deng Chanyu glanced at Taiyi, see, this Chu dynasty ancient god is so cool. He has been imprisoned for billions of years, still riding in a chariot and wearing a crown. You look at you!
Taiyi ignored her and took a step forward, assuming the demeanor of the King of Hell, and looked at the Great Commandant fiercely.
Dashilong only hesitated for less than three breaths before kneeling deeply: "The wild person does not understand etiquette, I have offended the King of Heaven. Please forgive me."
After suddenly remembering something, he looked a bit flustered and pointed at the main gate of Fengdu Palace's Tianzui Hall, where the grim reaper's head on the door made a respectful bow. The previously closed gate slowly opened accompanied by a piercing sound.
