Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 590 Let's warm up with you guys first (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)
Wu Xian, transformed into a black lightning bolt, burst out of the Narnia plane and found himself in the spacetime turbulence. From afar, three clusters of light could be seen rapidly approaching.

These three points of light, though distinct from the vast and boundless starlight around them, are exceptionally magnificent and enormous.

Even before getting close, that earth-shattering aura rushed towards them, far surpassing the Celestial Immortals and High Saints that Wu Xian had encountered in the Xuanhuang Fleet.

Therefore, it can be seen that the beings within those clusters of light and stars, even if they are not genuine innate saints, are still among the top level of high saints, capable of competing with innate saints.

Soon, a bluish-black ball of light rushed towards them from the front. Even before it reached them, a sinister and terrifying aura spread out, and the surrounding spatial turbulence was slightly impacted.

"Oh! Such a heavy yin aura. Could you be that eunuch who was cut off by Fuxi, Eunuch Luo Houluo?"

As the dark blue ball of light rushed towards him, Wu Xian's lips curled slightly, and he said in a playful tone, "Coincidentally, I happen to have a move here that is related to your old friend. I hope it can evoke some fond memories for you."

As he finished speaking, his body shimmered with golden and black light, and a huge phantom resembling both a bird and a fish appeared behind him.

With a long howl, a pair of golden wings with black spots spread out, covering the sky. The power of the moon and the sun flowed endlessly on their surface, bursting out with incomparably terrifying power, causing the void to shatter and earth, water, fire and wind to surge out.

"Kun-Peng--!!!"

Upon seeing the enormous phantom that resembled both a bird and a fish, the dark blue star trembled slightly, then let out a roar and hurtled towards Wu Xian at an even more terrifying speed.

In this world there once lived a primordial god-demon named Ketu Rahu, who wielded the power of Yin and Yang and possessed the primordial spiritual treasure, the Yin-Yang Two Elements Lamp. He was a renowned figure in the Primordial Era.

It is said that this god-demon has great ambitions and aspires to become the third emperor of all races in the primordial world after the two emperors of the Eastern Heaven, and also the strongest emperor since the creation of the world, as prophesied.

In the struggle for the position of the third emperor, all those who were qualified fought fiercely, with Ketu Rahu being one of the most outstanding among them, participating in many major events.

But before he could find the opportunity to become the third emperor, he developed a hatred for Kunpeng, the first sage of the multiverse, who severed his origin with the sun and moon, forcing Ketu Rahu to sleep for countless years.

When he was reborn, he was filled with rage and wanted to fight Kunpeng to the death. So he went to the prehistoric continent to reforge the earth, wind, water and fire, and happened to be seen by the then human emperor Fuxi.

Thus, this time, not only was Ketu and Rahu's origins severed once again, turning them into two incomplete individuals, Ketu and Rahu, but the two were also suppressed by the Human Emperor Fuxi in two forbidden areas, the void and the spacetime turbulence, respectively, so that they could never be reunited for all eternity.

With such deep-seated hatred, how could someone as petty as Luo Hou forget it? Upon seeing the phantom that was exactly the same as the Kunpeng's true form, his burning rage instantly extinguished his reason, and he launched an attack on Wu Xian without regard for anything else, as if he wanted to perish together with him.

The other two beams of light—the Titan God of War and the Mother of the Insects—were old acquaintances of Rahu. They knew this matter was Rahu's ultimate taboo, and anyone who mentioned it would be killed. Therefore, they did not intend to get involved and wanted to take a detour and head directly to the Narnia plane.

However, the next second, with a loud bang, the dark blue star symbolizing Rahu flew backward at an even faster speed than before, and crashed into the Titan God of War's ball of light, causing him to fly backward as well, caught in the spacetime turbulence, and feel dizzy.

what happened? !
The Zerg Mother was completely bewildered. Before she could even realize what was happening, she saw the phantom of the Kunpeng fly in front of her, and then a thick, silver staff crashed down on her head.

With a deafening roar, the void shattered, and the earth, wind, water, and fire transformed into chaotic light, flashing past her body. Then, the Mother of the Zerg's consciousness rapidly weakened until she succumbed to darkness.

In reality, the light she represented has vanished, and the sacred indentation she left in the multiverse has also disappeared, vanishing without a trace.

"This kid... he actually killed the Zerg Queen in one move!"

In the Narnia dimension, Houtu, slightly distracted by Wu Xian's display of the Kunpeng Technique, stared at Wu Xian with the eyes of someone looking at a monster, her face full of shock.

The advanced sainthood is a temporal, spatial, conceptual, and fundamental existence, and even many extreme disasters in the multiverse cannot destroy its physical form.

Both the Mother of the Zerg and Rahu, who had lost half his body, were among the best of the high saints. Let alone saints of the same rank, even those at the innate saint level wouldn't dare claim they could kill her. At least, the avatar Houtu left in the Narnia plane wasn't confident it could obliterate her saintly path in a short time. But now, the Mother of the Zerg was dead, dead without a sound, without a trace, as easily as a human swatting a mosquito. Even the self-proclaimed knowledgeable Empress Houtu felt somewhat bewildered.

"Just who is this guy? Even someone at the Transcendent Saint level shouldn't be this powerful. Could he be... at the ultimate level?"

Countless thoughts flashed through Houtu's mind, but in any case, having a powerful henchman like Wu Xian was a good thing for her side. Next, all she had to do was wait for that candidate for Human Emperor to arrive here, and then she could begin the Investiture of the Gods plan...

On the other side, amidst the turbulent flow of time and space.

Wu Xian's eyes shone brightly with red and blue light as he scanned the surrounding spatial turbulence and shouted, "Stop hiding! When dealing with a righteous messenger like me, there's no need to follow any rules of the martial world. Let's fight side by side and die sooner rather than later!"

The surrounding spacetime turbulence subsided slightly, and then eight vast orbs of light and three seemingly boundless shadows appeared one after another.

A moment later, the orbs of light gradually faded, revealing figures of different shapes, but all with magnificent presence.

These included an enormous, deep blue dragon, a phoenix with purple flames, a peacock with colorful tail feathers, an enormous whale, an enormous drooping bird, an unimaginably huge thunder giant, a giant fox with twelve tails, and a giant with a human head and a snake's body.

As for those three eerie shadows, something was also revealed within them.

One of them was a huge spiral symbol with its head and tail connected, followed by a solid darkness that was impossible to see through, and a huge, writhing mass of flesh with various organs exposed, from which life was born and then eaten by chunks of flesh.

Houtu stood in the Narnia plane, her gaze sweeping over the figures. The more she looked, the more gloomy her quiet and beautiful face became, like a female ghost in a horror movie, which made the big lion next to her feel a chill.

"Azure Dragon, Purple Phoenix, Peacock, Kun Clan Chief, Peng Clan Chief, Ancient Beastman Heavenly Fox Clan Chief, and you... How dare you show your face? Heavenly Serpent Clan... Alaya Consciousness!!"

"And you too! Spiral, Darkness, Goat... I never imagined you would collude with some hidden entity?"

Upon hearing the question in Houtu's last sentence, the dark blue star that had just been blasted away flew back and quickly shrank, transforming into the image of a gloomy-faced young man, who was none other than Rahu in his true form.

He glanced in Wu Xian's direction, his face showing hatred and apprehension, but he still sneered and said:
"A hidden existence? Ha! We, sealed in the turbulent flow of time and space, are no different from hidden existences! If we can seize the power of the Human Emperor and break free, what difference does it make if we are invaded by a low-dimensional force?"

"you!"

Anger surged on Houtu's face. Just then, a dazzling sword light pierced the void and shot towards Rahu.

The latter's expression changed, and a ball of black and white flames immediately appeared in front of him, trying to block the sword light. However, he found that he was a step too late. The moment he saw the sword light, he had already been hit. His whole body was almost cut in half, and even his essence was almost split in two.

Everyone present looked over and saw Wu Xian standing in the spacetime turbulence, raising his left index finger, where sharp sword energy still lingered. He then maintained this posture and pointed at the figures around him one by one. After a short while, he shook his head with a look of disappointment.

"Nine advanced saints and three hundred and eighteen nascent saints, plus those three outer gods... Is that all you have? It's not nearly enough to kill them all."

"Forget it, the Primordial Heavenly Court will be coming later anyway, so let's warm up with you guys first before they arrive..."

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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