Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1799 The Battle of the Saints

For Kong Xuan, the Yin-Yang Five-Colored Divine Light, which he had to use as a trump card, prepare in advance, and even pay a price to unleash, was just an ordinary skill in Deng Chanyu's hands.

The seven rays of light transformed at an extremely fast speed, and from Nezha and Qingluan's perspective, they couldn't make out what the light was. They saw Nuwa's figure frozen for a moment.

Deng Chanyu spread her right hand and rotated her wrist counterclockwise half a circle: "Teacher, your time is mine now!"

She visibly transformed into a middle-aged beauty, while Nuwa appeared to have become seven or eight years younger.

Being young means having less experience and lower magical power; in the realm of sainthood, "meaning" can affect reality.

Nuwa did indeed feel that her magical power had diminished.

"Is this your Spacetime Dao that combines space and time?" Before she could finish speaking, her body shattered completely like glass.

"I don't think you're very good either? Is it because you haven't mastered your skills enough?" Nuwa's voice came from behind Deng Chanyu, and the next moment, she was kicked away by Nuwa.

A spatial afterimage was shattered in her place. She turned around and spat out a stream of Samadhi True Fire behind her.

The Samadhi Fire used by the sage is completely different from the Samadhi Fire used by Jiang Ziya.

Even Nuwa dared not be negligent this time. Her figure vanished into thin air, and when she reappeared in Nuwa's sight, Nuwa was already standing on the crest of a wave.

"Teacher, you completely misunderstood the true meaning of my Way of Time and Space."

A seemingly ordinary piece of white paper appeared in Deng Chanyu's hand. She gently tore it open, and all the areas within the Chaos Pearl world that Nuwa could use to hide collapsed.

Nuwa flipped her hand, and the black flames generated by the death energy devoured the strong light that Deng Chanyu had set up around her. Even the remaining five-colored divine light was completely swallowed up. Deng Chanyu became serious, clenched her right fist, and without looking, punched the sea below with all her might.

The waves and the black flames vanished under this punch, as if they had never existed.

Nuwa stood in the sky, looking directly at her disciples: "Isn't the test almost over?"

Deng Chanyu smiled and nodded: "I was wrong before. Teacher's skills are indeed a little bit better than I expected."

Nuwa put her hands on her hips and raised her chin: "Am I a little stronger than you? I'm more than ten times stronger, aren't I?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I estimate it's at most 30% stronger."

"Hmph, it's still at least nine times stronger!"

The Azure Phoenix and Nezha in the distance: "."

Two idiots!

The previous battles were indeed tests, more of a warm-up. After all, Nuwa hadn't fought for many years, and Deng Chanyu, after attaining enlightenment, had no experience fighting against saints. Both sides needed some time to adapt.

Once the probing is over, the real battle begins.

At this stage, Nezha and Qingluan were baffled. The golden-haired dog seemed to be staring straight ahead, but its eyes were actually lifeless, clearly indicating it was in a daze. The golden-haired dog could lie down and relax, but Qingluan and Nezha still wanted to fight. However, the battle between the saints was beyond their imagination, and they even found it difficult to be sure if what they were seeing was real.

Then, thousands of Deng Chanyus bombarded Nuwa, who had a human body and a snake tail, with dazzling spells. With a loud roar from Nuwa, all the spells were transformed into pure spiritual energy in an instant.

In the eastern scene, Nuwa circled a celestial palace three times, confidently pushing open the door each time, but never saw Deng Chanyu. The creator goddess scratched her head cutely, seemingly stumped by this endless spatial maze.

In the western scene, Deng Chanyu is being ganged up on by the Three Pure Ones created by Nuwa. They are not as strong as the real Three Pure Ones, but thanks to Nuwa's power of creation and her memories, these Three Pure Ones created out of thin air still have 30% of the original strength.

Deng Chanyu retaliated by pulling out a whip and lashing it across the earth's veins. Only Jieyin and Zhunti, with 20% of their original strength, emerged from the soil.

Nuwa scoffed. Playing this game in front of me? With just a casual gesture, the counterfeit Jieyin and Zhunti were returned to the earth. But she herself was careless and was forcibly suppressed by a spell that appeared to be a celestial palace but was actually a spatial maze.

Nuwa, not understanding the mysteries of space, could only force her way out. Taking advantage of this time, Deng Chanyu also dealt with the pirated Sanqing who lacked magical artifacts.

Nuwa's realm was higher, but she hadn't studied the Dao of Space much. Deng Chanyu's realm was lower, but she understood a part of the Dao of Creation.

The master and disciple exchanged increasingly ingenious methods.

"Little Nezha, who do you think will win?" Qingluan was initially very confident in Nuwa; one a teacher, the other a disciple—what was there to say? Deng Chanyu was barely a fraction of Nuwa's age, but after watching for a while, she saw absolutely no sign of Nuwa gaining the upper hand. Could it be? Could it be? Your Majesty, please don't lose! We can't afford to lose face like this!

Nezha said with certainty, "Of course it's my teacher! My teacher said that after reaching a higher realm, there is a huge gap between each realm. A human immortal can defeat an earth immortal, a golden immortal might defeat a Taiyi golden immortal, but a quasi-saint can never defeat a saint. But when you reach the saint realm, it's a whole different world. As saints, it's possible for the weak to defeat the strong."

"Hmph! Nonsense! Little Nezha, you have no idea about my power." Nezha stared in astonishment at Nuwa beside Qingluan, whose holy master was leisurely drinking tea, as if there was someone else fighting his teacher in the heavens.

He rubbed his eyes, looked at the sky, and then looked around him.

Just as he was bewildered, a sigh came from his right: "Teacher, you're a bit narrow-minded. You think you know everything, but you don't actually understand my abilities at all."

Nezha turned his head again and found Deng Chanyu yawning, looking like she had just woken up.

Separated by Qingluan and Nezha, two living people, and a dog, Nuwa pointed at her unfilial disciple: "Dare to challenge me again?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Qingluan and Nezha dared not linger at the scene. While the two saints were arguing, they carried the golden-haired dog and flew millions of miles away. From afar, they watched as the two saints rolled up their sleeves and opened up a second battlefield.

The fighting hadn't stopped on the first front, and now the second front was already open.

Nezha muttered to himself, "What's going on?"

The one fighting fiercely with Nuwa on the first battlefield was Deng Chanyu, so who was that person who appeared beside me just now? How many teachers do I actually have?

Qingluan was also completely bewildered and could not understand what she was seeing.

First battlefield, second battlefield, third, fourth.
On some battlefields, Nuwa and Deng Chanyu were competing in magic, on others in comprehending the Great Dao, on still others simply playing chess, and on the other hand, they were competing to see who could eat the most and the fastest.
(End of this chapter)