This is so dishonest!

Chapter 511 Cangjie Invents Characters; Fellow Daoist, Please Wait [8k]

Chi You was delighted with Xuan Qing's guidance and immediately chose to go to the Underworld to apply for a job.

He quickly passed the assessment and successfully joined the company, becoming one of the deputy commanders of the [Emperor of Fengdu].

The whole process went very smoothly.

Chi You couldn't help but exclaim, "The Underworld, which the Demon God of Reincarnation couldn't break into even after going through so much trouble, is now where I can work!"

"The Three Pure Ones truly deserve to be the leaders of the Xuanmen sect and giants of the primordial world."

"They have so much influence!"

"As soon as the Emperor of Fengdu saw the letter of recommendation, he agreed to my application to join the company."

After taking office, Chi You did not immediately begin his work.

After receiving the Ghost Emperor Set from the [Fengdu Emperor], he immediately put it on and went to Pingxin Hall to visit Houtu.

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On this day, turmoil broke out again in the human capital, shaking the three realms.

A rhythm, the oldest and most solemn, originating from the roots of civilization, began to slowly resonate between heaven and earth.

"sky!"

A dry, hoarse voice pierced through layers of clouds and resounded throughout the heavens and the earth.

Although its sound was faint, it contained an immense power that could make heaven and earth change color and ghosts and gods cry out!

There stood a white-haired, hunched old man, his body decayed like a withered piece of firewood, trembling on an altar in the center of the capital.

There was no magical power fluctuation on his body, nor any trace of vital energy, as if a gust of wind could completely blow him away.

However, on his wrinkled face were four tightly closed eyes.

When the word "Heaven" was uttered, his four eyes suddenly opened!
Cangjie used his finger as a pen and the heavens and earth as paper, writing stroke by stroke in the void a symbol filled with infinite mysteries, ancient and sacred.

That symbol is "heaven"!
"land!"

Another hoarse shout came from the old man's mouth.

His withered, brittle fingers once again danced in the air.

The earth trembled, and the mountains and rivers resonated with it.

A profound, expansive symbol, brimming with the meaning of bearing and nurturing, was thus formed.

"people!"

"god!"

"ghost!"

……

Each word has a sound, each word has a meaning.

Every word the old man uttered, every symbol he wrote, caused a mysterious and strange resonance throughout the entire primordial world.

It seems that some fundamental law of the universe is becoming clearer, more stable, and more perfect because of the birth of these words!

Above the nine heavens, the supreme heavenly laws, formed from the laws of the heavens and recording all things in the primordial world, moved without wind at this moment.

The part belonging to human civilization began to automatically update and evolve!
Cangjie invented Chinese characters!

What he created were not simple symbols used to record information.

Instead, it contains the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and is able to explain the origin of the Great Dao—the supreme Dao text!
Upon seeing the characters, one can know their form, understand their meaning, comprehend their sound, and grasp their essence!

Rumbling--

When Cangjie wrote the three thousandth character, the wind and clouds changed color, and thunder and lightning flashed!

A thick, powerful stream of primordial energy, brimming with boundless vitality and life force, crashed down!

This is the response of Heaven.

Next comes the will of the land and the will of humanity.

The will of the Three Realms united, bestowing boundless merit as the highest reward for Cangjie's creation of characters.

The primordial energy of Xuanhuang was completely poured into Cangjie's already exhausted body.

His shriveled flesh and blood began to thaw and plump up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His once full head of white hair was rapidly turning black.

In just a few breaths, the old man, as decayed as a withered branch, vanished.

Instead, there was a middle-aged scholar with a lean face, wise eyes, and boundless wisdom and vitality.

Actually, he's not old at all.

He exhausted all his heart and soul and his life just to create these three thousand characters that are enough to explain the great Dao and pass on civilization.

Above the capital, golden light of merit gathered into a sea, and golden lotuses fell like raindrops.

The three thousand characters written by Cangjie shone with unprecedented brilliance under the golden light of merit.

They danced and swirled joyfully in the air as if they were alive.

Ultimately, these characters transformed into a golden river, flowing slowly around Cangjie's body.

When the Great Dao is perfected, one accumulates merit, all immortals bow their heads, and all gods pay homage!
Cangjie's four bright eyes calmly gazed at the vast and boundless sky.

Then, he calmly and composedly took a step forward.

Beneath his feet, three thousand white jade steps, formed from golden light of merit and runes of the Great Dao, naturally appeared, leading him into a mysterious world.

"Congratulations, fellow Taoist!"

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Cangjie!"

Ripples spread across the water in the void.

Above those endless tributaries of the Great Dao, woven together by various laws of the Great Dao.

One by one, supreme Dao Lords, whose auras were as deep as the sea and who held the power of their respective Great Daos, manifested their figures and paid their respects to the newly promoted Lord of Literature and Dao from afar to express their congratulations.

Cangjie's gaze swept over the various Dao Lord figures, each with its own unique form yet equally powerful.

However, before he could clearly see the appearances of the many Dao Lords...

The myriad great rivers and streams then receded like the tide.

Only a wide river, brimming with the light of wisdom and sparkling with the brilliance of civilization, lay before him.

This is the long river of literature and the Way!
Cangjie opened his eyes and saw that the world before him was no longer the turbulent space-time he remembered.

This is a peaceful and tranquil world, formed from endless merit and wisdom.

Between heaven and earth, the eight trigrams embody endless profound principles.

A series of melodious and pleasant piano notes, seemingly capable of cleansing the soul, drifted from afar.

Cangjie looked in the direction of the sound and saw a handsome and modest gentleman dressed in a Taoist robe with the Eight Trigrams in his arms, sitting cross-legged under a towering ancient tree, bowing to him from afar.

"I've met Taoist friends."

"Emperor Fuxi!"

The moment Cangjie saw that figure, his lips trembled slightly, overwhelmed with excitement.

I never expected to meet the person I have always admired so soon.

Cangjie instinctively wanted to bow down.

However, Fuxi swayed slightly, making way for his bow.

He shook his head, a warm smile on his face.

"There is no Holy Emperor here, only fellow practitioners."

"You and I are both friends of literature and morality, contributing to the civilization of humankind and the great world of humanity."

"Moreover, you've already gone ahead of me on this path."

The moment the words left his mouth, Fuxi's figure vanished like a dream.

Only the melodious sound of the zither remains, still echoing between heaven and earth.

Cangjie stood still, closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully savoring the profound meaning in Fuxi's words.

After a long while, a knowing smile appeared on his face.

He once again bowed in the direction where Fuxi had vanished.

Then, he took another step and entered a world as black as ink, filled with endless cycles of reincarnation and order.

Ghosts and spirits stood all around, and a cold wind howled.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on reaching the pinnacle of literary cultivation!"

Voices filled with majesty and murderous intent echoed from the endless darkness.

Countless mysterious and profound ghostly runes constantly appeared and disappeared around him.

This allowed Cangjie to glimpse the appearance of the underworld.

In the next instant, the world suddenly turned upside down, and the sound of chanting hymns filled the air.

In the endless worlds, there are venerable beings who return to this world by virtue of their vows.

The two Taoist priests, who had transcended the other shore, returned to the world to save people from suffering, fulfilling the wishes of all beings.

Among the endless Sanskrit characters, filled with Zen and wisdom, Cangjie saw two large golden characters that shone with immeasurable light.

"mercy!"

Jieyin and Zhunti clasped their hands together and nodded slightly to Cangjie.

Cangjie was filled with reverence and returned the greeting with his hands clasped together.

One more step, and the blood boils with excitement, the fighting spirit soars to the heavens!
The world before Cangjie's eyes seemed to have transformed into a primitive and wild, blood-red battlefield!
Between heaven and earth, only a supreme Dao sound filled with unyielding spirit and resistance remained.

"witch!"

That indomitable will to fight against nature and never give up has permeated the entire world.

Even the frail scholar Cangjie couldn't help but feel his blood boil with excitement.

Cangjie smiled.

Before him appeared thirteen towering, illusory figures, led by the Earth Goddess Houtu.

Among them, the three illusory figures of Houtu, Jumang, and Wuluo shone as brightly as the sun, exuding powerful auras.

The other eight phantoms appeared somewhat dim, as if they might dissipate at any moment.

They gave Cangjie a kind smile.

"Fellow Taoist, please!"

Cangjie bid farewell to his host and set out on the vast ocean, listening to the winds from all directions.

At this moment, wind and water achieved perfect harmony.

As fortunes change, a great path leads to heaven.

A carefree traveler roams the universe.

When he saw Cangjie, he felt a surge of joy.

"This is my path, what do you think?"

With a wave of his sleeve, Kunpeng instantly transformed the feng shui of heaven and earth, and demonic script permeated the universe!
A magnificent epic scroll, filled with endless wonder and mystery, of the demon race's civilization slowly unfolded before Cangjie.

Cangjie, upon seeing this, revealed sincere admiration and respect on his face.

"Extremely profound, its merits surpass those of the world!"

"Very good! Very good!"

A hearty laugh echoed throughout the entire literary world.

The carefree immortal who had mastered feng shui laughed heartily, then extended a finger and pointed it at Cangjie in mid-air.

Endless golden light spots, representing the fortune of literature and the Way, flowed into Cangjie's body like rivers flowing into the sea!
"I accept you as the master of literature!"

The Kunpeng's voice is full of freedom and relief.

He acknowledged this newcomer.

For him, coming from behind to surpass others was not an unacceptable thing.

After all, in terms of literature and art, he was a latecomer and had surpassed countless predecessors.

Times are constantly changing, and civilization is constantly moving forward.

He has been in charge of literature for many years.

Now, a new master of literature and morality has been born in this great age of humanity.

The authority over literature should rightfully be transferred to the other party.

"I'll go too!"

The feng shui dissipated, and Cangjie continued his journey.

He seemed to have transcended the barriers of time and space, arriving in the era of the three ancient races.

The unrestrained dragon script, the magnificent and elegant phoenix script, the ancient and profound qilin script...

Chapter after chapter, volume after volume, they write the magnificent and moving epic of that era.

"It is no easy task to use literature to convey moral principles!"

At the end of the long river of literature, Cangjie sighed with emotion.

It is exactly the same as the Kunpeng that came here in the past.

He turned around and saw that, apart from the major tributaries, the Wendao River also had many smaller branches.

This represents the exploration of literature and the Way by all living beings in the primordial world.

Although it has not formed a system and is difficult to enter the mainstream, it has been recognized by the Great Dao and has left a unique mark on this world.

They are also fellow practitioners.

Cangjie stood at the end of the long river of literature and bowed to the masters of those tributaries.

"Hello fellow Taoists!"

Those unknown entities hidden at the end of the tributary all revealed relieved smiles.

They also conveyed their goodwill and blessings to this newly appointed leader of literature and morality.

"We congratulate you on your success in seeking the Dao!"

Endless literary and spiritual energy began to converge madly upon Cangjie from all directions!

At this moment, he became the new Lord of Literature and Dao in the prehistoric world, following Kunpeng!

After a long while, Cangjie left the Great Dao River, intending to return to the human world.

A voice suddenly came from behind.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"

Cangjie was taken aback and looked at the newcomer.

A Taoist priest, dressed in a dark yellow imperial robe, with a blurred face and surrounded by a supreme and strange Taoist aura that seemed to be integrated with the entire primordial heavenly way, stood not far away and bowed to him with a smile.

The Taoist priest was clearly standing there, yet it seemed as if he did not exist in this time and space.

His existence is both contradictory and harmonious.

Even Cangjie, the newly crowned master of literature, felt a chill run down his spine, as he couldn't see through the other party's background or origins at all.

"This humble Daoist, Di Hong, greets Fellow Daoist Cangjie."

The Taoist who called himself Di Hong had a gentle smile on his face, and his tone was full of indescribable warmth and familiarity, as if the two of them were close friends who had known each other for countless eons.

Cangjie was instantly on high alert.

Dihong?

When did such a top-tier powerhouse with unfathomable strength appear in the primordial world?

Why have I never heard of this before?
He returned the greeting calmly and asked in a composed tone:
"I wonder what Fellow Daoist Di Hong has summoned me to keep me here? What brings you here?"

"I dare not accept your instruction."

Emperor Hong Daoist—also known as the Heavenly Dao Spirit—waved his hand with a smile.

He took a step forward, ignoring the distance in space, and appeared in front of Cangjie, looking him up and down with a gaze full of satisfaction and emotion.

"I am simply delighted to see that my old friend has achieved great success in the Great Dao, and have come to offer my congratulations."

"Old friend?"

Cangjie frowned slightly. He was certain that he had never seen this Daoist Di Hong before.

Seeing his puzzled expression, the Heavenly Dao Spirit laughed and said:

"Fellow Daoist has not yet awakened his memories of his past life, so it is understandable that he does not recognize me."

"Memories of a past life?" Alarm bells rang in Cangjie's mind. "Indeed."

The Heavenly Dao Spirit nodded, then slowly stretched out his hand and pointed at Cangjie.

His voice carried a strange, seductive quality.

"Fellow Daoist, do you still remember that in the endless ages before chaos was created and the primordial order was established, you were once the [Ethereal Demon God] among the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods?"

"In that devastating cataclysmic event at the beginning of creation, many demons and gods were ultimately no match for Pangu and perished."

"But your ethereal Dao allowed you to successfully escape a trace of your origin, thus avoiding that inevitable calamity."

“For countless ages, we, your surviving old friends, have been searching for your whereabouts.”

"I never imagined that you would be reincarnated into this ancient human race and embark on the path of using literature to convey the Way."

"Now that you have achieved the Great Dao and attained perfect merit, it is time for you to awaken your innate wisdom and return to our camp."

The voice of the Heavenly Dao Essence was like a demonic chant, each word seemingly containing a strange power capable of shaking the Dao Heart, constantly impacting Cangjie's primordial spirit sea of ​​consciousness.

Upon hearing this, Cangjie's expression changed slightly, and anger surged within him!

Chaos Demon God?

This Emperor Hong Daoist actually slandered himself as the Chaos Demon God who wreaked havoc in the primordial world and whom everyone wanted to kill.

This is simply the greatest insult to him, a sage of the human race!

An uncontrollable rage ignited within him.

He wished he could immediately unleash the power of literature he had just acquired to kill this nonsensical fellow on the spot!

However, absolute rationality allowed Cangjie to suppress his anger.

He could clearly sense that the Taoist priest in front of him, who called himself Di Hong, was far stronger than him!
Even if I give it my all, I'm afraid I'm no match for him.

A direct confrontation is definitely not the best strategy.

Cangjie's thoughts raced through his mind in the blink of an eye.

"Am I the Ethereal Demon God?"

His face displayed a perfectly timed expression, one of bewilderment and pain.

It was as if I had truly fallen into those so-called "past life memories" and was unable to extricate myself.

At the same time, he had secretly sent the most urgent distress signal to Xuanyuan, Limu, Feng Hou and other helpers in Chendu through the newly established close connection with the human destiny!

As the Heavenly Dao Spirit watched Cangjie's "painful struggle," the smile on its lips grew increasingly amused.

He said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Piaomiao, don't waste your time."

"This place is a memory corridor between illusion and reality, a separate space-time temporarily created by Fellow Daoist Memory Demon God."

"Here, all your connections with the outside world have been completely cut off."

"You can't escape."

what? !

Cangjie's heart sank suddenly!
really.

He discovered that the connection between himself and the destiny of humanity had actually been forcibly severed by a more powerful, invisible force!

Just then, the space behind Tiandao Jing distorted.

A phantom figure, exuding an aura of arrogance and swagger, slowly emerged.

"Fellow Daoist Di Hong, when did you become so easy to talk to?"

The phantom's voice was filled with impatience.

"In my opinion, it would be better to just kidnap this ethereal fellow Daoist."

"After that, the [Memory Demon God] will step in to help him properly 'recall' his past life."

Upon hearing this, Tiandao Jing shook his head and said righteously, "Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, you are mistaken."

"These are all fellow Daoists who will fight side by side with us in the future to fight against the evil Taiwei villain. How can you be so rude and disrespectful?"

Cangjie looked at the illusory figure filled with arrogance, and a thought struck him. He asked:
"Who are you?"

Upon hearing this, the phantom let out a sneer filled with contempt.

"Who am I, you ask?"

"Listen carefully!"

He cleared his throat and, in a tone that exuded an air of supreme sophistication and chanting, said loudly:

"First came Hongjun, then Heaven; and Lu Ya Daoist was even before that!"

"I'm only eighteen years old this year, and one year is considered a chaotic period!"

Upon hearing this, Cangjie's blank expression instantly changed.

He stared at the illusory figure with a look of shock and disbelief, and exclaimed in astonishment:

"So, you are Hongjun at eighteen years old?!"

Both the Heavenly Dao Essence and the illusory figure swayed suddenly, almost stumbling and falling from mid-air.

"I am Lu Ya, who is eighteen years old!" the phantom almost roared, correcting him impatiently.

Cangjie, however, continued to feign ignorance, scratching his head as he probed further:

"Who is Lu Ya? I've never heard of him."

"You haven't heard of it?"

The phantom figure claiming to be Lu Ya suddenly raised an eyebrow, seemingly quite surprised by Cang Jie's "ignorance".

Cangjie shook his head innocently and said very sincerely, "I have only heard of the name of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, whose power shakes the Three Realms."

"As for this Lu Ya Daoist, forgive my ignorance, I have never heard of him even once."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ya's tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed.

The anger on his face vanished, replaced by a look of understanding and smugness.

"That's it, that's it!"

This name was just made up; if Cangjie had ever heard of it, he would be truly astonished!
He seemed quite pleased with his new title, and even couldn't help but recite it again.

"First came Hongjun, then Heaven; and Lu Ya Daoist was even before that..."

The seemingly eccentric Daoist Lu Ya before us is actually the former "Crown Prince" of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court—[Emperor Shaoyang] Donghua!
He was almost killed by the aftershocks during the battle between the Heavenly Dao Spirit and the Six Saints.

Only a trace of its most essential essence remained, which vanished into the endless void, thus narrowly escaping death.

The main purpose of Tiandao Jing's trip this time was to bring this loyal minister back.

However, he happened to encounter Cangjie's successful invention of characters, who became the new master of literature.

So, with the attitude of "whether there are dates or not, let's shoot a couple of times first," the Heavenly Dao Spirit intercepted Cangjie.

Let's see if we can also abduct this newly crowned master of literature and philosophy.

As for whether Cangjie was a mythical demon god.

that's not important.

"Fellow Daoist, think it over carefully!" The Heavenly Dao Spirit unleashed the Human Emperor Banner, its boundless golden light dazzlingly bright.

He activated the memory corridor.

The surging tide of chaos engulfed Cangjie's figure.

"Are you related to the Corpse Emperor?" Cangjie saw the long banner in the other party's hand, which was exactly the same as the one Jiang Chen had taken out.

He silently drew his longsword.

"You mean Jiang Chen? That does have something to do with me."

Tiandao Jing smiled, seemingly not at all saddened by Jiang Chen's defeat.

After all, the opponent was merely a pawn set up by the Chaos Gods to confuse the enemy.

"If you want to know the inside story, come back with me, and I'll tell you everything."

Tiandao Jing looked at Cangjie, who had drawn his Wendao sword, and said, "Piaomiao, stop struggling."

"If you are a demon god once, you will be a demon god forever."

"That cannot be changed."

Upon hearing this, Cangjie could no longer tolerate it.

"Fuck you, demon!"

"I am Cangjie of the human race!"

Having said that, Cangjie, wielding the longsword of literature, tore through the chaotic tide and attacked the Heavenly Dao Essence.

"Alas, Fellow Daoist Piaomiao, why do you do this?" Tiandao said with feigned regret.

He raised the Emperor's Banner.

"Since you won't listen to my advice, then I have no choice but to ask you to carry the banner!"

woohoo~~~
The Emperor's banner fluttered in the air.

Its surface shone with dazzling gold light, then turned red.

It turned from red to purple, and finally to pitch black.

"receive!"

With a loud shout, the Heavenly Dao Spirit unleashed boundless black energy that blotted out the sky and sun.

at this time.

Boom! ! !
A clear, melodious, yet majestic sound of jade being struck rang out without warning.

At first glance, the sound seemed like an ordinary chime.

But once it reached my ears, it transformed into the first wisp of the Great Dao's voice at the beginning of creation.

Solemn, sacred, and filled with an unquestionable power of creation and order!

Click... click...

Accompanied by a series of crisp sounds like shattering glass.

The corridor of memories revealed a network of fine, spiderweb-like cracks!

"what?!"

The smile on Tiandao Jing's face froze instantly!
He turned his head sharply, looking in the direction from which the sound came with an expression full of disbelief.

"Oh no! It's the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi!"

When he saw clearly the source of the crack, it was a jade ruyi that was pure white, surrounded by three-colored divine light, and filled with endless mystery and noble aura.

His pupils contracted sharply!

With the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi here, how far away can the Primordial Celestial Venerable be?

"Come on!"

The alarm bells rang loudly in the mind of the Heavenly Dao Spirit.

Without a second thought, he immediately gave a sharp, low shout to Lu Ya beside him.

However, it was already too late.

boom! ! !
Accompanied by a deafening bang.

The three-treasure jade ruyi was tapped lightly once more on the cracked space barrier.

The entire memory corridor shattered like an egg struck by a giant hammer!

Endless spatial-temporal turbulence, mixed with chaotic gales powerful enough to tear apart even a Great Luo Golden Immortal, surged in wildly!

A figure clad in a golden imperial robe, wielding a golden holy sword, surrounded by the golden light of countless human merits, exuding boundless majesty and imperial dominance, stepped onto the shattered fragments of spacetime and entered this independent spacetime that was about to completely collapse!

The one who came was none other than the Human Emperor Xuanyuan!

"Cangjie, I've come to save you!"

His golden eyes, as bright as the sun, swept coldly over the Heavenly Dao Spirit and Lu Ya, whose expressions had changed drastically.

Ultimately, the poison landed on Cangjie, who was completely unharmed.

Only after confirming that Cangjie was safe and sound did he slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, Xuanyuan turned his head again and fixed his gaze, filled with endless killing intent, on Di Hong and Lu Ya.

An unparalleled divine might, no less than that of the former Demon Emperor Di Jun, erupted from his body!

"How dare you covet my people and harm the pillars of humanity?"

"Who gave you the courage!"

Xuanyuan's voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion.

Each word seemed to have been squeezed out from the deepest ice of the underworld, freezing the surrounding turbulent spatial currents!
"Hmph! A mere Human Emperor dares to be so arrogant before me?"

After a brief moment of shock, Lu Ya's courage grew instantly when he saw that the visitor was not Yuanshi Tianzun.

He snorted coldly and reached behind his back to take out a red gourd.

The gourd looked ordinary, but it faintly exuded an aura of extreme sharpness and killing power that could cause all things in heaven and earth to wither!
Lu Ya held the gourd in his palm and bowed to Xuanyuan.

"Baby please turn around!"

The moment the words fell, a faint yet incredibly fast beam of white light shot out from the gourd's mouth!

The white light ignored the distance of time and space, ignored all laws and defenses, and went straight for Xuanyuan's ancestral aperture between his eyebrows as if it were destined!

However, just a moment before that chilling white light was about to strike Xuanyuan's brow.

The Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, which had just broken through the corridor of memories and was quietly floating above Xuanyuan's head, suddenly flashed with light and emitted a clear and melodious child's voice full of curiosity and surprise.

"Huh? You're a treasure too?"

The three jade ruyi scepters looked just like a lively child.

It seemed quite curious about the white light that was filled with murderous intent.

"Sweetie, it's wrong to hurt people."

The words fell.

The chilling white light, which was originally filled with murderous intent and seemed capable of severing all life, was instantly purified by a more advanced primordial Daoist rhythm that was full of "order" and "harmony"!

It is like a naughty child who has been scolded by his parents, with its light flickering uncertainly.

Finally, it let out a whimper and transformed into a small, crystal-clear white knife, about an inch long, which obediently stopped in mid-air and dared not make the slightest move.

After doing all this, the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi seemed to shift its attention to Lu Ya Daoist.

"The Celestial Venerable asked me to deliver a message to you!"

Suddenly, His body, as white as jade, shone brightly.

A terrifying pressure, powerful enough to make heaven and earth tremble, suddenly erupted from His body.

The next moment, He transformed into a three-colored stream of light and smashed towards Lu Ya's forehead at an unimaginable speed.

Lu Ya felt an unprecedented, terrifying sense of crisis, enough to make his soul disappear, instantly envelop his entire body and mind!

In his eyes, what was smashing towards him was no longer just a simple jade ruyi!

Instead, it was a towering figure, with auspicious clouds rising behind him, and ten thousand golden wheels hanging behind his head. His face was blurred, yet he was filled with endless majesty and holiness!
The imposing figure held the jade ruyi in his hand high, like a stern elder disciplining a disobedient junior and giving him a good talking-to!
"Yuan...Yuanshi Tianzun!"

Fear gripped his entire body, and even Lu Ya's voice changed tone!

His once defiant face was now completely ashen.

"Fellow Daoist! I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Lu Ya unleashed an unprecedented will to survive.

He didn't even have time to pay attention to the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife that had already been "turned" to the enemy.

A flash of golden light appeared beneath his feet, and without looking back, he fled madly into the depths of the endless turbulent flow of time and space!

Only a bewildered Heavenly Dao Spirit remained to receive the blows from the Jade Ruyi.

"no."

Isn't Donghua a staunch follower of Hongjun?

Why did he abandon himself, the "Taoist Ancestor," and flee alone when disaster struck?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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