Records of Mysterious Things in the Southern Dynasties

Chapter 517 Yuan Shen
Ren Yuanlong's eyes were bloodshot as he roared to the sky, his body engulfed in chaotic flames. The black and white flames scorched Wu Peng's insect body, but then the dark green patterns on the insect glowed with an eerie light, and another head sprouted from its abdomen, opening its mouth to devour the flames.

But Wu Peng clearly underestimated the terror of the chaotic flames. He felt as if his internal organs were burning, and the pain caused his hundred legs to churn wildly, carving countless abysses into the earth, which then collapsed amidst the violent tremors. The distant city also swayed precariously like a piece of paper during the earthquake.

"Retreat quickly!" Upon seeing this, the white-robed soldiers disregarded the fighting and hurriedly led the sick and, with Tian Liangzi's help, retreated rapidly northward.

They had barely left when the ground collapsed with a deafening roar, swallowing the ruined city whole, followed by the sea surging back and turning mulberry fields into the ocean.

Seeing this shocking scene, the soldiers of the White Robe Army finally truly felt how terrifying a war between gods without reservation could be.

It seems that Chen Shuai and Erzhu Rong held back during their several confrontations, probably because neither wanted to bear the infamy of destroying Luoyang...

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At this point, the tide of battle finally turned.

Taking advantage of Wu Peng's internal injuries from the scorching chaotic flames, Ren Yuan suddenly bent down and rammed his incomparably sharp dragon horns into the giant insect's most vulnerable abdominal carapace, while simultaneously tearing at it with his claws. Each strike sent up large chunks of purplish-black armor fragments, and dark green blood gushed out like a volcano...

Despite Wu Peng's constant emphasis on safety, he was ruthless when it came to fighting. His twelve compound eyes simultaneously erupted with eerie green phosphorescent flames, seeping into Yinglong's mouth, nose, and the gaps between its scales. A violent paralysis swept over Yinglong's entire body, and Ren Yuan felt his power being continuously drained, his divine core in his chest beginning to spasm.

At the critical moment, Ren Yuan forcibly poured the power of chaos into his divine core, once again reversing the chaotic vortex and unleashing his strongest ultimate move—the Big Bang!

The world turned black and white once more. Wherever the terrifying shockwave passed, space shattered like broken glass, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers instantly turned to dust. Wu Peng's mangled giant insect body twisted violently in the explosion, the dark green patterns on its purplish-black carapace cracking, and its twelve pairs of compound eyes shattered one after another in the intense light!

He let out a deafening scream, dragging his half-charred body towards the sea, attempting to escape into the deep ocean.

How could Ren Yuan allow him to escape? The dragon's tail swept across, creating a huge wave that knocked the heavily injured Wu Peng to the ground.

Yinglong's claws crashed down like giant pillars of the sky, pinning Wu Peng firmly to the seabed. The giant worm's hundreds of limbs writhed wildly, stirring up towering waves, but its body remained motionless under the suppression of the dragon's power.

At this moment, the void tore open, and a hundred-foot-long chaotic blade, carrying the dual pressure of creation and destruction, slowly emerged. The chaotic light flowing on the blade caused the world to lose its color!
"Give it to me—break it!"

The Blade of Chaos, like an inverted Milky Way, pierced through Wu Peng's body with a deafening roar. His purplish-black carapace was as fragile as tofu before the Blade of Chaos. With a deafening boom, Wu Peng's divine core was completely pierced!
Before its annihilation, the Gu God let out its final lament: "I regret invading Jiaozhou..."

Unfortunately, there's no going back in life, so He could never be reincarnated.

Yinglong pressed on, spewing out chaotic flames to completely purify the remaining thousands of Gu worms.

When the aftershocks subsided, the Gu God's divine body transformed into a long, narrow mountain range stretching over two thousand miles, standing majestically on the shores of the South China Sea...

Its shattered divine core emitted a ghostly light, hovering within the Yinglong's claw. In an instant, a torrent of information, tinged with the aura of antiquity, surged forth—it was Wu Peng's eight thousand years of memories!
All of Wu Peng's experiences over eight thousand years, including the secrets of his reincarnations, flooded into Ren Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness. He knew this was a priceless treasure, and despite the excruciating pain of his consciousness being torn apart, he accepted all of Wu Peng's memories from a hundred lifetimes.

When the waves of consciousness finally subsided, Ren Yuan finally understood the causes and consequences of everything in this world:

"I see!"

After saying that, he could no longer hold on and plummeted from the sky. Fortunately, A-Yao flew over in time to catch him, preventing him from falling into the sea.

"Ah Yuan, are you alright?" Ah Yao looked at Ren Yuan, who was covered in wounds, with heartache. "That giant centipede was too ruthless, all my bones are broken..." Ren Yuan smiled bitterly, and seeing Ah Yao about to cry, he quickly comforted her, "Fortunately, I used the Chaos Vortex to absorb the energy from Wu Peng's Divine Core, and I'm almost fully recovered."

"That's good. You must never act recklessly again. You scared me to death." Ayao hugged Ren Yuan tightly. After getting something back, what she feared most was losing it again.

"Alright, I promise you." Ren Yuan smiled wryly and said, "To be honest, I underestimated him this time. I didn't expect that cowardly Wu Peng to be so powerful."

He finally realized that Wu Peng was not lying; gods should not easily start a war, as it would truly result in mutual destruction.

But I easily beat Wu Xie to a pulp before, didn't I?
Ren Yuan frowned, recalling that the Ghost King clearly had the power to kill him, yet had only banished him from the Ghost Kingdom. He couldn't help but wonder if they were holding back?
When he shared his guess with Ayao, it made her laugh. "They owe you something, why would they go easy on you? Even if they were going to go easy on you, they wouldn't let you level up in the eighteen levels of hell. That's the Ghost King's culmination of hundreds of years of hard work, on par with Dreamland."

"Indeed, with such a huge investment, could I possibly be the Ghost King's illegitimate son?" Ren Yuan said, amused by his own words.

He shook his head, dismissing the absurd idea. He looked down, stunned by the changes beneath his feet... The long mountain range that Wu Peng had transformed into, and the narrow strip of land to the east of the mountain range, looked so familiar.

He suddenly slapped his forehead. Isn't this the Truong Son Mountains and central and southern Vietnam in later generations?

I never imagined that my fierce battle with Wu Peng would destroy the original Jiaozhi and create the map of Annam that would later exist. The war of gods is truly terrifying!
"Where are the brothers of the White Robe Army?" Ren Yuan then realized that both sides fighting on the city battlefield had disappeared.

"Don't worry. Senior Tianliangzi and Faxiu are here." Ayao looked into the distance and pointed to the small black dots on the sea, saying, "Look, they're all on a small boat."

“Let’s go take a look.” Ren Yuan said, then took A Yao’s hand and appeared on the small boat in a flash.

Once aboard, they found the ship to be extremely spacious, easily accommodating three thousand white-robed soldiers.

"We took this very boat back to Jiankang," Ayao said softly.

"Master Bodhidharma's artifact is indeed extraordinary." Ren Yuan nodded and praised it a few times.

"Brother A Yuan." As soon as they saw Ren Yuan, the able-bodied soldiers in white robes swarmed around him and greeted him warmly.

“Now that A Yuan has become a god, it would be too disrespectful to call him brother,” Zu An said, shaking his head.

"What should we call it?" everyone asked in unison.

"I think we should call it the Primordial Spirit," Zu'an suggested.

"Pfft..." Ren Yuan almost couldn't hold back, waving his hands and saying repeatedly, "Please don't, you should just call me A Yuan."

“How can that be?” But the crowd said in awe, “The gods will be angry.”

(End of this chapter)