Deng Chanyu was unaware that Zulong had prepared a series of escape plans. If she had known, she would have used this to persuade Yuan Feng: "Take care, please! They say 'lie down,' and you follow suit, while they're secretly preparing to roll you over. You're still happily sitting at home, but only you are foolish enough."
Stepping out of the time vortex of Kunlun Mirror, just arrived, she activated the "Bian Tian" function, transforming herself into Quan Ti's form. The existence traces of Quan Ti vanished, not just at the point in time after the hundred-year Gu Sheng era he existed in, but at every point in time he ever existed in, all facing the threat of disappearance. Now, as this second lecture was about to commence, it was also in a state of imminent disappearance. Only by helping him reanchor time did Deng Chanyu give him a chance to break free from the regret river.
Deng Chanyu looks left and right, observing the local terrain and the pattern of the landform. The landing point should still be in the Western World, but she's not sure of the exact location.
Deng Chanyu's top priority now is to determine how much time is left until the second lecture begins and find a guide.
As she pondered, a voice rang out from above the heavens: "I am Hongjun. The time has come. I am about to give my second lecture at Zihao Palace. All beings in the boundless ancient world who are destined to hear, please come and listen."
Deng Chanyu: ""
She eyed the Kunlun Mirror, intending to say something, but considering the extremely slow reaction speed of this entity, she ultimately swallowed her words back.
I said to get to the second lecture before it starts, did you really get me to the very last breath before it? Is it necessary to be so precise? At least give me some buffer time!
Before she had a chance to dwell on it, Jie Yin appeared out of nowhere, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and said: "Brother, what are you still doing here? The Grand Sage is about to begin his lecture. We should hurry over to Zixiao Palace."
This time, Jie Yin was also unaware that she was an imposter. For Jie Yin, it was the time he had been in seclusion, when Quan Ti's idle attribute erupted, and he had nothing better to do but go out for a stroll. Then, the Grand Sage sent a message, and he hurriedly came out to look for his younger brother. The whole process went very smoothly with no issues.
Deng Chanyu had won first place in the Quan Ti Impersonation Contest. She was also very familiar with this time's Jie Yin, and in their conversation, she imitated Quan Ti's respect for his senior brother with remarkable accuracy.
"Brother, you make a good point. Let's go then."
The powerful qi yun of Hongjun also affected the two of them.
The last time they went to Zixiao Palace, they encountered Decaying Demon God halfway and teamed up to escape after a great deal of effort. At that time, they had nothing to do with Hongjun. Now it's different; they have their place in Zixiao Palace and are deeply tied to Hongjun. As long as they don't venture into the Chaos Realm, they are unlikely to encounter danger. Entering the Chaos Realm and encountering a chaotic demon god who has grudges is simply impossible.
As expected, the journey was smooth and calm, without encountering any enemies.
No longer were they the disheveled figures sprinting frantically to arrive just before the door was closed. Deng Chanyu nodded respectfully to Hao Ti and Wangmutu, who were stationed at the door in the disguise of attendants, and then walked into Zixiao Palace with Jie Yin.
She noticed that there were not many high-level beings present, most of whom were familiar.
They had arrived early this time.
The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa were already sitting on lotus seats, quietly waiting for the Grand Sage to deliver his lecture.
Fuxi was whispering to Di Jun and Taiyi, gesturing with his hands and feet from time to time, looking very happy.
The twelve ancestors of the Wushi were looking gloomy. As they did not cultivate their spiritual essence, the effect of listening to the teachings was minimal for them. They seemed to be able to clearly hear every word, but when put together, they had no idea what it meant.
Di Jiang kept complaining that if it wasn't useful, why had they come? Hou Tu constantly urged him, suggesting that if they didn't listen to the teachings, they could potentially miss out on powerful divine arts and immortality techniques specifically tailored for their race. Their lifespans were extensive enough that attending wouldn't hinder their plans.
The ancestors of the Wushi, led by Di Jiang, stood reluctantly in a corner, exuding an aura that seemed to warn people to keep their distance. The powerful beings in the room all kept their distance from them.
Deng Chanyu wasn't concerned about the conflicts between the warlocks and demons. She first looked at the lotus seat labeled " herself."
Hmm? There stood a slender, tall figure in dark blue Daoist robes, seemingly observing and pondering something by the lotus seat.
She recognized him at a glance as the Kunpeng. It seemed that the lessons from "last time" were not enough, and he was still thinking about her "sacred position." How could she bear this?
Deng Chanyu shouted angrily: "Dog thief, what are you looking at?"!
As Kunpeng turned around, she sprang up and kicked out with a powerful, forceful blow!
At the peak of his powers, Kunpeng was not as high in cultivation as she is now. Now, during his second lecture, the gap is even wider.
He had clearly seen Deng Chanyu's movements, but suddenly his body seemed to lose control. He wanted to dodge but couldn't, and he was kicked away with such force that he fell like a missile and crashed heavily against the wall.
Hearing the commotion inside, Hao Ti at the door peeked inside to see "Quan Ti" beating up Kunpeng. Thinking about it, he didn't say anything. "Quan Ti" was polite to him, while Kunpeng had always looked down on him with a nose-in-the-air attitude. Now that Kunpeng had been beaten up, Hao Ti was so delighted that he wouldn't dare to interfere.
At this moment, Nuwa still had the aloof and proud personality of Luohou in her impression. She slightly furrowed her brow, as if she didn't like Quan Ti's rough behavior. However, since it didn't concern her, she gave a glance and didn't say anything.
Deng Chanyu pulled Jie Yin: "Brother, let's sit down."
Jie Yin had a blank expression on his face, feeling surprised. His younger brother was imitating Deng's junior sister very well indeed! Good, very good!
He calmly bowed to Nuwa, Zhengti, and Wangmutu, only Nuwa and Zhengti nodded lightly, while the Taoist patriarch seemed to ignore it, and only Tongtian priestess returned a formal greeting.
Kunpeng got up from the ground, enraged.
The first lecture lasted a thousand years, followed by a thousand years of rest, and then the second lecture began.
In truth, it had been two thousand years since he was kicked away by "Quan Ti" the last time.
Over the past two thousand years, he had been diligently cultivating without a moment's rest. He never thought that the same techniques, the same person, and the same outcome from last time would happen again.
Why, after a thousand years of rigorous cultivation, was he still unable to escape this?
His anger was half genuine and half show. He was the epitome of "demonstrating strength through appearance, but lacking real ability."
He gave Di Jun and Taiyi a wink, hoping the two emperors would help him out since he was about to defect to the demon race.
Di Jun was not foolish. He carefully recalled Deng Chanyu's speed before; it seemed slow yet was actually fast, bursting with great power in the movement between stillness and action. The cultivation level of this "Quan Ti" cultivator was hard to penetrate.
Taiyi had some fighting spirit, but was restrained by Di Jun.
Seeing that the two demon emperors had no intention of helping him, Kunpeng grew to hate Di Jun. "If you don't help me today, don't blame me for dropping a stone in the well at a critical moment in the future!"
