Honghuang: Eat a Hunyuan Daluo

Shennong fought the monster for several hours, and such a commotion naturally attracted the attention of the goddess Nuwa.

When Nuwa released her divine sense and swept it over, she immediately felt a sense of dread.

"What kind of monster is this! It actually makes me, a half-step Heavenly Dao Realm cultivator, feel fear!" Nuwa thought to herself.

Suddenly, Nuwa remembered the monster deep in the chaos that Yangmei had told her about before.

"Fellow Daoist Yangmei, is this the monster you told me about before?" With a thought, Goddess Nuwa materialized a shell of the monster that her divine sense had just swept over using the Great Dao of Creation.

Yang Mei turned his head to look after hearing this, then nodded seriously: "That's right, it's it! But this should be its clone, it doesn't have much of its power."

"I see."

"How do you know what this monster looks like?"

"Because the monster's clones are wreaking havoc in the primordial world." After saying this, Goddess Nuwa waved her hand, and the shell she had manifested vanished with the wind.

Then, the goddess Nuwa stepped out and appeared above Mengjin Pass. With a casual grab, the three thousand Great Daos converged into a giant hand, which instantly pinched the monster.

Without hesitation, Goddess Nuwa made a grasping motion with her right hand, and with a "poof," the monster was crushed.

After dealing with the monster, Nuwa did not linger and returned directly to the human world.

Meanwhile, in the Zixiao Palace, as the monster was crushed to death by the Goddess Nuwa, the Heavenly Dao Hongjun slowly opened his eyes.

"Did Nuwa discover it? Judging from Nuwa's attitude, she must also know about the existence of 'True,' which is why she is so ruthless in exterminating 'True's' clones. It's rare that we are in agreement on this point," Heavenly Dao Hongjun thought to himself.

The next second, Hongjun of the Heavenly Dao waved his hand, and the clone that Nuwa had crushed in the Heavenly Dao Space was actually resurrected.

Actually, it makes sense. A sage can achieve immortality by entrusting a wisp of his primordial spirit to the Heavenly Dao through the Primordial Purple Qi. This monster, however, has been infused with the will of the Heavenly Dao by Hongjun, so how could it not be resurrected?

"That's fine too. Nuwa killed you with her own hands, so the people of the Holy Lotus Sect will naturally know about it and will probably lower their guard. You can hide in the shadows and find an opportunity to launch a sneak attack."

"With your Saintly Second Heaven power, if you succeed in your sneak attack, even Kong Xuan and Yunxiao will perish!" After saying this, Heavenly Dao Hongjun threw the monster out again.

Meanwhile, Kong Xuan met Shennong.

"Junior brother, did you manage to suppress that monster?" Kong Xuan asked.

Shennong shook his head: "No, when I was fighting with Him, the Goddess Nuwa arrived and directly destroyed Him."

"Did Your Majesty say where this monster came from?"

"No, it's just that judging from the Empress's expression, she is quite wary of this monster."

"What? Even Her Majesty is wary of this monster? How is that possible! Her Majesty is the Lord of Humanity, with a cultivation level of half a step towards the Heavenly Dao Realm. Apart from the Heavenly Dao Hongjun, what other being could make Her Majesty wary?" Kong Xuan asked in shock.

"I don't know about that, Senior Brother. This Investiture of the Gods calamity is unpredictable. Who knows what will happen? Just in case, if any of you senior brothers or sisters are to enter the calamity in the future, please bring Master's Four Extremes Venerable with you!"

Kong Xuan nodded upon hearing this.

"Then I shall take my leave. I am truly suffering from the suppression in this primordial world, so I shall return to the human realm first."

"I am very grateful for your help, junior brother."

"Senior Brother, you're too kind." After saying that, Shennong disappeared.

Kong Xuan calmed himself down and turned to look at the fighting outside Mengjin Pass.

At this time, the Shang army had recaptured Mengjin Pass, and the Xiqi army of 40 had suffered more than half its casualties.

The story begins when Kong Xuan single-handedly stormed Mengjin Pass.

After the Xiqi forces occupied Qinglong Pass and Jiameng Pass, they quickly marched towards Mengjin Pass. The two forces merged, totaling 40 men.

After a fierce battle, the 40-strong Xiqi army finally captured Mengjin Pass. The cheers at Mengjin Pass were deafening, and the soldiers were immersed in the joy of their hard-won victory.

The commander of the Xiqi side was the famous general Wei Ben. Having just experienced a hard-fought siege, Wei Ben knew that his soldiers were exhausted.

However, he knew that this was not the time to relax. After all, right in front of Mengjin Pass was Sanshan Pass, where the army was strong and well-equipped. If the Shang army guarding Sanshan Pass came to launch a surprise attack, it would be troublesome.

Wei Ben then dispatched several scouts to guard the entrances and exits of each fortress before ordering the soldiers to rest.

Upon hearing this, many of the soldiers from Xiqi sat down on the ground, removed their heavy armor, and enjoyed a moment of respite. The neighing of warhorses and the sound of horns gradually subsided, replaced by the laughter and chatter of the soldiers.

That evening, Wei Ben ordered a feast for the troops, with fine wine and food being served in abundance. The Mengjin Pass was filled with the clattering of bowls and chopsticks as the soldiers sat together drinking and eating.

The generals also raised their glasses in celebration in Wei Ben's main tent.

Although the sentries on the city wall were still patrolling, their exhaustion made their eyelids heavy and their vigilance had long since relaxed.

At the same time, ten miles outside the city, the Shang Dynasty's army of 300,000 quietly gathered in the dense forest.

Huang Feihu had already led his men to Sanshan Pass. They were now in a state of rest and preparation, with the soldiers' armor gleaming and their warhorses snorting heavily, ready to pounce.

Standing on the high slope, Huang Feihu looked down at the lights of the distant city and said with a smile, "Wei Ben is still too inexperienced. Does he think that sending out scouts will guarantee success? Take advantage of the enemy's fatigue and defeat them in one fell swoop!"

Just as the soldiers of Xiqi relaxed their vigilance, a dark line was rapidly approaching on the southeastern horizon.

At first, it was just a blurry shadow, but soon that shadow turned into billowing dust, followed by the deafening sound of horses' hooves, as if a thousand troops were galloping in.

At this time, the camp of Xiqi was still bustling and had not yet noticed the army of Da Shang.

As for the scouts sent by Wei Ben, they had long been shot dead by archers sent by Huang Feihu from a distance.

Flames soared into the sky outside the city as the Shang cavalry, like a black torrent, attacked simultaneously from the east, south, and north.

Before the sentries on the city wall could even sound the alarm, they were accurately shot dead by the Shang Dynasty's archers.

The East Gate was the first to be under attack, and the vanguard cavalry of the Shang Dynasty smashed open the hastily repaired city gate and stormed into the city.

The soldiers of Xiqi panicked, and the drunken soldiers stumbled and picked up their weapons, throwing the camp into chaos.

Upon hearing the news, Wei Ben rushed out of the main tent, donned his armor, mounted his horse, and prepared to organize a counterattack. He shouted to his soldiers, "Form ranks! Prepare for battle!"

However, the exhausted soldiers reacted slowly, and their formation was not yet complete when the Shang cavalry cut in like sharp blades. In the midst of the flashing swords, the vanguard of Xiqi collapsed instantly.

The Shang army's central infantry followed closely behind, their spears forming a forest, steadily advancing and dividing and encircling the Xiqi soldiers. The Xiqi defenders at the south gate attempted to counterattack from the city walls, but the Shang forces had already prepared siege ladders and battering rams, and the city walls teetered on the brink of collapse under the relentless assault.

Soon, flames erupted throughout the city, and shouts of battle filled the air.

Although the Xiqi side had a numerical advantage, the continuous fighting had left them physically exhausted and demoralized.

The siege equipment and fortifications were not yet fully cleared, and many soldiers were pushed onto the battlefield before they could even put on their full armor.

On the other hand, the Shang side was in high spirits and cooperated seamlessly.

Huang Feihu led the charge, riding a five-colored divine ox and wielding a golden-handled spear, like a god descending to earth. He personally led his elite cavalry, breaking through the north gate and heading straight for the central army of Xiqi, aiming to capture Wei Ben. "To capture the enemy, first capture the king."

Wei Ben naturally refused to surrender. He led his personal guards in a desperate resistance, and the two sides engaged in a bloody battle on the main street. Swords clashed, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. Wei Ben cleaved down a Shang Dynasty captain with a single sword strike, but the Shang Dynasty soldiers pressed forward wave after wave, showing no fear whatsoever.

Meanwhile, archers from the Shang dynasty occupied the high points of the city walls, raining down arrows on the rear guard of Xiqi.

Xiqi attempted to organize its cavalry to break through the encirclement, but was blocked by the tripwires and traps set by the Shang forces. The warhorses neighed and fell to the ground, and the knights were stabbed to death by the Shang spearmen who arrived later.

The street fighting within the city was even more brutal. Xiqi soldiers retreated to the streets and alleys, relying on civilian houses to put up a stubborn resistance. Da Shang directly launched a fire attack, and flames engulfed the streets and alleys, forcing Xiqi soldiers to scatter and flee.

Thus, the situation on the Xiqi side took a sharp turn for the worse, and the Xiqi army began to show signs of collapse.

Huang Feihu's martial prowess was unmatched; wherever he went, the soldiers of Xiqi fell one after another.

Inspired by their commander, the soldiers of the Shang army fought with increasing ferocity, their battle cries shaking the heavens and the earth.

Wei Ben desperately wanted to turn the tide. After breaking through the encirclement, he did not choose to flee, but instead personally beat the war drums in an attempt to boost morale.

However, the tide had turned against them. The exhausted Xiqi soldiers, facing the onslaught of fresh troops, were like duckweed swept into a torrent, drifting with the tide.

Some soldiers began to abandon their armor and flee in disarray, and the rout spread rapidly like a plague.

In the end, the Xiqi army, like a flood bursting its banks, swept across the land.

Mengjin Pass was captured and then lost again, and the soldiers of Xiqi suffered heavy casualties, with countless soldiers and officers lost.

The cheers of victory had turned into desperate wails and the sound of fleeing footsteps.

Kong Xuan watched as Huang Feihu led the Shang army in a pursuit of victory, driving the defeated Xiqi army dozens of miles away.

In this battle, the Shang army, having rested and prepared, achieved a great victory. They not only recovered Mengjin Pass but also dealt a heavy blow to Xiqi. Of the 400,000 troops, probably less than half remain, and they had no choice but to hastily flee back to Qinglong Pass and Jiameng Pass.

On the other hand, the Shang army of 30 suffered no more than 5 casualties, making it a resounding victory.

"Hahaha! That was exhilarating! This battle was so exhilarating!" Huang Feihu laughed heartily, extremely excited.

"Marshal, should we press our advantage and attack Qinglong Pass and Jiameng Pass?" Huang Feihu's deputy asked.

"What's the rush? Don't you know the principle of not pursuing a cornered enemy? Order the army to extinguish the fires in the city first, then set up defensive fortifications. Once everything is ready, rest on the spot, and then recapture Qinglong Pass and Jiameng Pass in three days!"

With Huang Feihu's order, the Shang army scattered, some putting out fires, others repairing the city walls, and everything appeared orderly, completely different from the previous state of the Xiqi army.

Huang Feihu won a great victory in the battle between mortals, not to mention the victory among cultivators.

First, Kong Xuan alone suppressed the immortals of the Chan Sect, making them unable to raise their heads, and even killed Chi Jingzi in front of Yuanshi Tianzun. Then, the Jie Sect attacked them while they were down. Under the leadership of Duobao, the immortals of the Jie Sect beat the cultivators of the Chan Sect so badly that they had no power to fight back and could only flee in panic.

If it weren't for the later arrival of disciples from the Western Sect to provide support, some of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect would surely have perished today.

In reality, only six of the Twelve Golden Immortals remain today. Grand Master Lingbao and Chijingzi were killed by Kong Xuan, Puxian was killed by Wudang, Daoxing Tianzun and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun were affected by Youqin Yueyue, and Yang Jian took the opportunity to kill them. There was also an unlucky fellow, Juliusun, who died under the Seven Nailhead Arrows.

In contrast, all those who perished on the Jie Sect's side were nominal disciples, while not a single member of the Holy Lotus Sect perished.

By now, it's clear to everyone that the Chan Sect and the Western Sect have increasingly less chance of winning. As a result, many powerful figures who yearn for the Primordial Purple Qi have chosen to return to their mountains and no longer get involved in this matter.

Knowing full well that they couldn't win, they still insisted on joining the Xiqi side. Wasn't that just courting death?

Our gaze now falls upon the territory.

Since the creation of this land, it has always been Dijiang who has supported it with his physical body.

Now, fifteen years have passed, and the newly cultivated Jianmu tree is finally about to grow.

"Brother, you're finally going to be free!" Ru Shou said excitedly.

"Brother, you've worked hard for these fifteen eons. Without your support, everything we've done before would have been meaningless," Houtu added.

"Hahaha! You don't need to be like this. Supporting the territory is just a bit boring, but there's no danger. Besides, I'm your eldest brother, so this is what I should do," Dijiang said nonchalantly.

"Hmph! If Heaven hadn't been so desperate as to force Gonggong to strike Buzhou Mountain in anger, why would you, elder brother, have needed to support the 15th Yuanhui of the Earthly Realm? If I have the chance, I will definitely avenge you and Gonggong with my own hands!" Ru Shou said viciously.

"I wonder if my other younger brothers and sisters have gained anything in the chaos during these fifteen eons, and whether they have all cultivated the seventh level of the Profound Technique," Di Jiang suddenly changed the subject.

Houtu and Rushou exchanged a glance but remained silent, mainly because they hadn't received any news from the other ancestral witches for a long time.

The last time I contacted the other Ancestral Witches was when I sent Zhu Jiuyin the Sun Crown, a rare innate treasure crafted from the remnants of the Time Demon God. There has been no contact since then.

While the group was talking, Jianmu suddenly shot up another million feet, reaching the height of Buzhou Mountain in the past.

"Big brother, that's enough! Let go!" Houtu said quickly upon seeing this.

Upon hearing this, Dijiang slowly released his arms that were supporting the earth, and the weight of the earth gradually pressed down on Jianmu.

As the weight increased, the Jianmu tree began to tremble.

Upon seeing this, Houtu had a thought and poured a vast amount of Dao merit into the Jianmu tree.

These great merits were accumulated by Houtu over the years through the cycle of the six realms of reincarnation, all for the sake of today.

As the merits of the Great Dao flowed in, the trunk of the Jianmu tree grew thicker and thicker, and soon it stopped shaking and firmly supported the earth.

Upon seeing this, Dijiang burst into laughter. Fifteen Yuanhui have passed! He, Dijiang, is finally free!

(End of this chapter)