Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1167 The Eagle Turns into a Dove (Seeking monthly votes, two chapters combined)

"Dang Dang Dang..."

The bells tolled rapidly and incessantly, mingling with the thunderous roar of lightning. One bronze bell after another vibrated, sending the alarm to every corner of Azure Pattern Valley.

There was a commotion in the twenty-seven villages in the valley, and those who were disheveled hurriedly came out of their houses to inquire what had happened.

The noise and shouting were incessant.

Li Xianghan's expression changed drastically, and she whistled.

The mice, big and small, received the order and scurried about, driving the snakes and insects into the jars. They then bit the ropes, leaped and bound together, tying up the various insect jars inside the jars, and tossed them onto the cart.

A yellow rat leaped and kicked open the door latch, while two black rats pawed at it. Finally, a white rat squatted on the latch and raised its paw to beckon the guards to come in and pull the cart away.

"Click click click." Awei opened his mouth.

“That’s a refuge bell…” Li Xianghan spoke quickly, her hands moving non-stop as she stuffed her most precious clothes, pills, and trinkets into a rhinoceros-hide box. “When the refuge bell rings, it means something big is about to happen in the village.”

All clansmen must follow the rules and take refuge in the ritualistic mountain caves. But we don't need to worry; it's all precautionary measure to prevent accidental injuries or deaths. Our ancestors are in the valley to oversee things, so there won't be any danger. Maybe everything will be alright. Just stay close to me.”

While verbally comforting Awei, Li Xianghan was inwardly shaken, unable to imagine what major event might have occurred.

Could there be a problem at the front? But Qingwen Valley is located in the heart of the southern border. No matter how incompetent Meng Yi is, or how much the front has collapsed and retreated, how could the Great Shun have pushed all the way here?

Not to mention that before Liang Qu arrived at the front line, they had always been in the upper hand in the southern border region. So, was the Marquis of Xingyi of Da Shun really that powerful?

"Holy Maiden, have you packed your things? The old clan chief is urging us. If it's not important, leave it for now. Just keep the mother Gu worm. Hurry up and come with me to take refuge." Uncle Huang stood at the door, soaked to the bone, raindrops dripping from the palm leaf folds in his raincoat.

"Uncle Huang, what exactly happened outside?" Li Xianghan carried two suitcases on her back, and Awei landed on one of them. The two of them followed the guard pushing the cart, walking up the suspended walkway in the mountains and joining the crowd. "Why did we suddenly have to take refuge?"

Uncle Huang took off his straw hat and held it up to shield Li Xianghan from the rain.

"The Great Shaman of Pandong died on the front line, and more than a dozen dragons gathered in Linjiang. Two other demon kings escaped and fled to the heart of the southern border. Our ancestor said that they might come to our Qingwen Valley."

"What!?"

Lightning cleaved half the sky, illuminating the forest in an instant. Li Xianghan was pushed forward by the crowd, her guards roughly pushing aside to let the saintess go first.

Awei couldn't understand the southern Xinjiang dialect, so he tugged at Li Xianghan and found her in a daze.

half an hour.

"Two demon kings, letting them run rampant? Why didn't the villagers stop them?"

"Holy Maiden, it's not easy to stop them," Uncle Huang said helplessly. "We don't know what's going on right now. Those two demon kings can travel through time and their whereabouts are unpredictable. Moreover, our ancestor said that the situation is special; they're fighting like dogs."

If they didn't stop it, it would be fine; it might just fly over their heads and be done with it. But if they did stop it, and everyone started fighting, it would cause aftershock damage. The chieftain hasn't given any orders, nor does he have time to do so. Right now, the various villages are just pretending to be powerless and don't want to get involved.

Two water demons caused chaos in the village.

Li Xianghan bit her lip.

Who are the two demon kings?

Uncle Huang raised his hand to shield his eyes from the rain: "One is a dragon from the Jianghuai marshland, and the other is unclear. Our ancestor said it suddenly appeared. Judging from the dragon's movements, we suspect it is the white ape that advanced in the middle of last year and came back to life. Both last year and this year are because of it."

It's no longer certain about their relationship, whether it's a scheme orchestrated by the Great Shun. If not, then the white ape deliberately came to Southern Xinjiang, hoping we'd intervene and muddy the waters. We mustn't let it have its way.

Li Xianghan gritted her teeth.

"Beasts have always been deceitful..."

"Shh, Holy Maiden, these are not things to be said carelessly."

Silence.

The forest was dark and unclear, the boardwalk shook, children cried, and the rain blurred people's conversations.

With the tree canopy obscuring the boardwalk and the rain adding to the gloom, it's almost impossible to spot at a glance.

The crowd flowed around the mountain like blood, and the mud splashed by others landed on the peach blossom silk shoes, spreading out as black spots. Li Xianghan wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Looking outwards.

Small streams flow down the mountainside, converging in the valley to form a large river.

"Hurry, we're almost there. Once we're with the Ancestor, the Holy Maiden will be safe. Let's just consider today a bit of a hard day, get some sleep, and we'll be fine tomorrow," Uncle Huang shouted.

The guards pushed the cart forward.

Awei, sitting on the suitcase, suddenly turned his head.

Li Xianghan had sharp eyes. She saw the ancestor emerge from the cave and stand on the plank road. Realizing something, she turned around. The torrential rain poured down, hitting the banana leaves, then sliding onto her straw hat, forming a circle and spreading into a curtain of rain.

Another bolt of lightning flashed, and Li Xianghan turned her head to see the darkness in the mountains. She didn't know when, but the mountain stream had suddenly swelled up, overflowing the peaks on both sides, only to be blocked by the transparent barrier.

The floodwaters pressed down, the sand and gravel became murky, and countless silvery-white bubbles floated erratically. Two golden eyes pierced through the white vapor, leaving only a massive outline, revealing sharp canine teeth, looking down from above.

Her pupils slowly dilated, and Li Xianghan stopped breathing, staring blankly, her little heart clenching in pain.

Within the white steam, golden eyes darted around and suddenly peered downwards.

Two beams of light pierced through his mind, and his heart pounded violently in his throat.

Li Xianghan felt as if she had been looked at, and an overwhelming fear enveloped her.

Wow.

The ape's shadow disappeared, and before the floodwaters could return and fill it, the long dragon reappeared, its golden eyes shining in the sun, with almost no gaps between its front and back, as if it had suddenly transformed from an ape into a dragon.

The lightning dimmed.

The forest fell into darkness and was deathly silent. The floodwaters receded, and the dragon apes vanished.

"Rumble..."

A warm flow emanated from her lower abdomen, like a slender snake, winding its way down her rounded thighs, down the pier, and seeping into the crevices.

Torrential rain.

"That was terrifying! Luckily, we had our ancestors, otherwise the flood would have submerged us. Holy Maiden, let's go. We've come all this way, so everything should be alright now. Let's just wait."

Uncle Huang, who had been breathing paused, regained his senses, gripped his straw hat, and woke Li Xianghan.

"Oh, okay, okay..."

The golden light lingered in her mind, like staring directly at the blazing sun on a clear day. Whenever she looked in other areas, a bright spot would remain. Li Xianghan nodded repeatedly, took a step, and her ankle went weak and slipped. Fortunately, Uncle Huang caught her and pulled her to a stop in mid-air, preventing her from falling.

The mouse jumped out of the suitcase, avoiding the trampling crowd, hopping left and right, and retrieved the embroidered shoe that had slipped out.

At the entrance to the dark cave, the patriarch of Qingwen Valley stood with his hands behind his back, watching as the Holy Maiden Li Xianghan entered the cave in a daze, while his guards rushed in with alarm.

"Ancestor, the three strands of celestial energy in the village have disappeared!"

A moment of silence.

"I understand, consider it..." The ancestor turned and went into the cave, "to avoid disaster by spending money."

Leaving Qingwen Valley, the white ape and the dragon walked one after the other, the distance between them constantly decreasing.

They dart and weave across thousands of miles, like two small fish entangled in a fish tank.

Both rely on the flow of water to travel, thus allowing them to determine the general direction of their movements and the distances involved. As long as they coexist briefly in the same space, the dragon can block off the space and launch an attack. However, the dragon discovered that, having been reborn, the white ape was not only stronger but also had greatly improved agility.

"Left, right, left, left, left, circle around, straight ahead..."

Inside the vortex, the fat catfish uses its long whiskers as reins and its head as a saddle, while the old toad sits boldly with its legs spread wide, urging the fish to gallop.

Liang Qu closed his eyes.

Relying entirely on the river's perception and the old toad's command, they "rammed and ravaged" among the tribes of southern Xinjiang.

[If one obtains a wisp of the cold, ethereal energy and it merges with the essence of ten thousand bodies of water, a spirit fish will be born, which can elevate one to a higher level of status and favor.]

[If one obtains a wisp of primordial energy and it merges with the essence of ten thousand bodies of water, a spirit fish will be born, which can elevate one to a higher level of status and favor.]

[A wisp of condensed dew, seemingly merging with the essence of ten thousand waters...]

Inside the cauldron, eight long strands of energy flowed and circulated, each a different color, resembling the rotating tricolor column in front of a barbershop.

Sweet dew condenses, and sweet dew condenses again.

The Pandong shaman created two strands of condensed dew from the corpse pit in Qinzhou.

Liang Qu passed through three major strongholds in the southern border region and obtained three more strands of condensed dew energy. One strand from each stronghold, he has now collected a total of five strands of condensed dew energy.

How can there be so many of them, all belonging to the same type of water?
"There's been some unrest in the southern borderlands. People are being sacrificed to create a false god, causing quite a stir. Among those sacrificed are nearly three hundred citizens of our Great Shun Dynasty. The situation is quite tense right now, and I've heard that the Northern Court is also paying close attention..."

News of the Great Hunt in Huangzhou came to mind.

There was no time or energy to think about it further. On the East China Sea, turtles, frogs, and fish were already surging towards the South China Sea, approaching the southern border.

He paid attention to all the forces in the world, including the Southern Frontier, the Northern Court, the Great Shun Dynasty, the islands, the snow-capped mountains, and the entire realm.

The Eye-Knowledge Method cannot perceive a gaze spanning tens of thousands or millions of miles, but Liang Qu knows that all the dragons in the world are watching.

"Watch out!" the old toad shouted.

His golden eyes were wide open, and I felt a thorn in my side.

boom! boom!
The water parted, revealing the white ape, while a dragon leaped and flashed behind it, its massive jaws wide open.

Pong!
Countless black ink burst open, like squid spraying ink, the dragon's mouth closed, and the white ape exploded into smoke.

The Vortex Palace successively empowered and replaced the fat catfish [ink painting illusion] and the little mirage dragon [transformation from illusion to reality]. The water flow became a propulsion force, lifting the white ape to rush out of the blockade of heaven and earth, and flashed again.

The dragon was unpredictable. In the past, the refining process went wrong, and it only ate its fill of water. Although it had clearly prepared for the white ape to be alive, seeing with its own eyes that the white ape was not dead, and even stronger, still exceeded its expectations.

The nine-tailed fox has nine lives; let's see how many lives the monkey can have!
Pumping water from the tail end.

"Ha-hoo, ha-hoo..."

It was as if the spring breeze had thawed the ice.

As the last glimmer of green light in the heart faded away, and the white ape paused for a fleeting moment, the algae at the bottom of the river surged, as if emerald spring water was gushing from the depths of the earth, overflowing along the flat riverbed all the way to the horizon, bursting forth with boundless vitality.

Click click click.

My bones and muscles cracked, and my whole body felt unbearably itchy, as if in a short moment, all my cells were stretching and expelling all the waste that had been dormant for half a year, leaving me feeling refreshed.

Liang Qu nearly stumbled, and the dragon seized the opportunity to swallow him whole. A strong, extremely comfortable feeling welled up from his heart, like waking up from a dream on a spring afternoon.

Thunder awakens the hibernating creatures, and spring warms all things.

As the first signs of spring arrive, the earth is bathed in the gentle light of spring.

White apes leaped and flashed amidst lightning, and one riverbed after another burst forth with lush greenery.

In the waters, the heavens and earth bestow their favor upon us once more!
Behind him, a dragon exuded murderous intent, and a long-lost surge of excitement and tension filled the air, making everything feel incredibly vibrant! The white ape grinned, revealing its scarlet teeth, and laughed loudly in the river as it felt its heart pounding.

Being alive is wonderful.

It's not over yet!

The green light faded, and a white light shot into the sky.

The spirit fish's cocoon completely disintegrated and merged into this resurrected body.

The Qi Sea, which had surged to 13,000 times its original size, suddenly doubled.

The layers of clouds below the fairy island undulate and spread out like white waves.

Twenty-three thousand six hundred times.

A feeling of fullness and constraint, unlike anything I had ever experienced before, filled my heart and swelled up in my lower abdomen.

The blast wave was soaring into the sky, and the great river stopped flowing.

For the first time, Liang Qu felt the limits of his Qi Sea.

Subsequently, the expanding green light of spring all rolled back and concentrated at one point.

Wherever the white ape went, the lush green forests turned ashen, like late autumn, and all life vanished.

The "Ten Thousand Victories Embrace the Origin" technique quickly activated its fourth realm, "罡炼" (Gang Lian), to replenish its innate essence!

"Clap clap clap..."

Liang Qu raised his hand and was horrified to find that the skin and flesh on his hand were ulcerating and melting, dripping like pus from the skin to the flesh to the bone, but the process was completely painless and even slightly comfortable.

Fingers, arms, shoulders, chest, thighs... all detached from his body, melted away, and his vision went half-black. Liang Qu's right eye saw his left eyeball detach, trailing nerves and blood vessels, sliding into the river through the gaps in his hand bones.

Then a green light bursts forth again, like a silkworm cocoon, growing new bones and flesh.

[The silkworm emerges from its cocoon, the silk thread breaks, and new life begins; it drinks dew and eats wind, returning to its original form.]

even……

Yuanyang is back?
Within a 23,000-fold increase in Qi Sea, the pale gold star fruit nurtured by the Yin-Yang Spirit Seed Technique violently transformed into a golden moon fruit, and then ten cracks appeared on its outer shell, bursting open, with dark gold peach blossoms swirling around it.

Blood and flesh filled the river, and the dragon was horrified. It witnessed the white ape's aura rapidly increasing during the pursuit and was completely baffled as to what was happening.

Could it be that his pursuit actually helped the white ape complete some strange ritual that required resurrection, and refined some kind of fruit?

Liang Qu, the white ape, himself, Pan Dong, all the martial saints, all the demon kings, are all caught in this cycle of cause and effect?
The dragon dared not be careless.

The world is full of strange and wonderful fruits, and the conditions for refining and mastering them are even more demanding.

Similarly, the benefits of successfully refining a positional fruit are unparalleled. It grants a supreme authority. If a positional fruit could bring the dead back to life, it would not find it strange at all. In fact, it might hesitate a bit, wondering if its pursuit would cause the white ape to undergo further transformation.

His body grew lighter and lighter, and a powerful force surged forth. His perception range expanded dramatically. In pursuit of the dragon, Liang Qu traversed the southern border, completing an unprecedented rebirth and transformation, and sensing the approaching Turtle King and Frog King.

"Frog Master, turn around and go back!"

The old toad violently pulled at its whiskers.

"right!"

[If one obtains a wisp of condensed dew and merges it with the essence of ten thousand lakes, a spirit fish will be born, which can elevate one to a higher level of status and favor.]

[Received...]

[Received...]

Inside the cauldron, three more long wisps of air rose, bringing the total to eleven, and then the sweet dew condensed into air.

Before he could even notice the long-lasting effect, the white ape felt a sharp pain on its back again. Its gaze was like a needle, and it didn't flinch. Its five fingers spread wide, and it clenched its fist.

Twist your body and push your hands.

With a single punch, he struck the dragon's head squarely.

Boom!
Ripples spread, waves surged, and fish within a radius of ten miles perished.

With a snap, the white bone pierced through the forearm, and the white ape flew backward. Laughing, it straightened the broken arm bone, and the damaged flesh healed rapidly. With a backflip, it disappeared into the river without a trace.

The dragon froze in place, taking a half-step back. A slight pain shot through its skull, but what was even more unbelievable was its own hesitation and weakness in the face of the white ape. It was as if, when it was weak, it had witnessed a great demon brush past it, a crushing defeat in terms of realm, a natural enemy.

This……

How can it be?

Although both are demon kings, their strengths are worlds apart.

A hint of malevolence arose within the dragon's heart.

Strange, bizarre, and eerie.

Since it traveled upstream into the river, entered the Dragon Palace, and refined the Dragon Pearl, it has never been so eager to eliminate a demon.

A venomous snake flicks its tongue, a gecko climbs a wall.

The chieftain of the Southern Frontier stared intently at the star chart, witnessing the two demon kings acting with impunity, doing as they pleased, with no one stopping them.

On the front lines, Pan Dong died, and morale plummeted. The battleground of more than ten dragons shifted from Linjiang to Lucangjiang and Lao'ai Mountain.

Qinzhou has fallen!

Zhenxiang suffered over a hundred casualties, Yaolong Pandong perished, and half of Lingnan was swallowed and then spat out. Let alone making Da Shun pay compensation...

"puff!"

"father!"

"Tusi!"

The torrential rain poured down relentlessly, lashing the ground like a whip, and raging mudslides carried trees and crashed into rivers.

The Great Shaman of Southern Xinjiang clearly sensed that a dragon and an ape had turned into the heart of Southern Xinjiang, circled around as if no one else was there, and drew a meteor arc, heading straight for the Lucang River.

Back again!

The great shamans dared not look behind them; their faces were turned north.

puff!
The waves crashed through.

A large anchor flew out horizontally and smashed the mountain peak.

(End of this chapter)