Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1803 Thank you, Venerable One, for enlightening me.

In the mud that resembled black quicksand, lay a white, fleshy worm over three zhang long, its body constantly oozing pus. The surrounding mud clung to the white flesh, making it look so incongruous.

Seemingly sensing being watched from the shadows, the insect turned around and looked back. From Sun Wukong's angle, he could see the distorted humanoid face on the giant insect's neck.

The insect emitted an unintelligible roar, and two slits slowly opened on its face, where its eyebrows should have been, revealing two narrow mouths on the left and right, from which the gaze emanated.

In the distance, there were more than a dozen giant insects with human faces scattered about, seemingly chaotic, but actually completely blocking the road leading down.

Sun Wukong felt his hair stand on end. It wasn't fear, but rather the strange appearance of the thing. Compared to it, Lion Camel Ridge seemed like a blessed land.

He looked at Nezha. What should they do? Should they grab their weapons and fight? He wasn't afraid of fighting. The enemy looked terrifying, but their actual combat strength was just so-so. Even without Nezha and Yang Jian's help, he would dare to charge in. But they had just entered the Dark Chaos Passage. Let alone reconnaissance, they didn't even know which way the enemy's gate opened. Starting a battle now was really too early.

Nezha coughed and said, "Don't worry, both of you, your teacher has already made arrangements."

With a flick of his wrist, a small pot appeared in his palm. He chanted two incantations, and three souls slowly floated out of the Demon Refining Pot.

The soul was barely conscious, in a daze, completely unaware that it had arrived in a region beyond the primordial wilderness.

After Sun Wukong saw the faces of the spirits clearly, his expression turned very ugly. He recognized all three spirits; they were all his "old acquaintances."

Yang Jian had only joined the job because of the reason that a sage would personally forge a divine weapon. After glancing at the three souls, he thought they were far too weak! He felt that if he blew a breath, these three souls would vanish into thin air.

He asked, "Brothers Li, what does the Sage mean by this?"

Nezha explained, "The creatures closest to the primordial chaos are demons. By merging the souls of these three demons into our bodies, we can use their demonic energy to conceal our primordial aura and then slip past those giant human-faced insects."

If I become weak enough, will the enemy be unable to detect me? Yang Jian didn't know if this was true, but he felt that a sage wouldn't be wrong.

"Alright, I'll go first." He randomly selected a small demon soul, placed it inside his body, and after about ten breaths, a faint layer of demonic energy enveloped his entire body. He opened his eyes: "I am now a clever little devil."

Nezha followed suit: "I am now the clever insect."

Sun Wukong: "."

He also absorbed the last soul fragment: "I, Old Sun, am now Little Drill Wind."

He held back again and again, but he couldn't hold back any longer: "These three little demons were all killed by me, Old Sun, more than five hundred years ago. Why haven't they been reincarnated yet?"

Nezha was unaware of this origin and gave him a strange look: "Nowadays, in the underworld, human souls are generally given priority for reincarnation. These demons either committed murder or disrespected Yama, so the chance to be reincarnated and enter the cycle of reincarnation will naturally not be given to them."

The current primordial world has no shortage of living beings. With so many excellent beings to choose from in the multiverse, there is no need for these demon souls to occupy reincarnation slots.

The Underworld's explanation to the Heavenly Court is to build a "high-quality prehistoric" world. Is it actually due to the hatred between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan? Well, that's a matter of opinion.
Nezha had a good relationship with the Wu tribe. In his mind, the demon race was born with sins, so why should they be reincarnated? They should just wait patiently.

Sun Wukong seemed to understand, yet also seemed not to understand, and silently nodded in agreement.

The three of them unleashed the demonic energy belonging to "Clever Ghost," "Shrewd Insect," and "Little Drill Wind," and carefully moved among the giant human-faced insects.

These chaotic creatures could only see through the "mouths" on their faces, with extremely poor accuracy. The aura of the demon race was indeed somewhat similar to that of chaos. The demonic energy on the three individuals came from the three lesser demons, and to the chaotic creature, it was far too weak, indistinguishable from the surrounding sand, easily blending in. "You are guilty!"

"You are guilty too!"

"You and you, you are both guilty!"

After winding their way through the area and crossing a blackwater river, they finally arrived at a region that could be called land. A sudden, loud noise startled the three prehistoric people who had sneaked in, and Yang Jian almost drew his mountain-splitting axe.

The three remained vigilant for a while, but when they realized that the humanoid creatures around them were used to these accusations of "guilt," they relaxed.

To ease his embarrassment, Yang Jian made conversation: "This place looks a lot like the prehistoric world."

Nezha frowned and nodded slowly.

It really does resemble it. There are streets, towns, and some creatures that, despite their bizarre appearances, can still maintain a human form.

These things shouldn't exist in chaos.

Whether they are immortals, Taoists, or sages, they all possess the word "human," which is essentially how they anchor their existence and prevent themselves from being eroded by the Great Dao.

The same is true of this strange, chaotic region. The stronger the traces of "humanity," the more prosperous the development of civilization. As a chaotic demon god, one is more able to break free from the influence of the chaotic will. The reason for this is that one wants to make oneself more like a "human."

Humans want to become immortals, and immortals often want to become human.
Nezha pointed to a very conspicuous white pagoda-shaped building directly in front of him: "Let's go take a look there."

Yang Jian and Sun Wukong seemed utterly fearless, and with their mischievous and cunning demeanor, they walked in with remarkable composure.

Nezha lagged behind, took out the Heavenly Mirror, reported what he had seen and heard to his teacher, and then looked up.

"Huh? Brother Yang? Monkey?" He was surprised to find that Yang Jian and Sun Wukong had disappeared. They were only three steps apart, and he had only written two messages in that time. How could they have vanished?
He appeared slow but was actually fast, quickly searching for the two people's traces along the bluestone path.

Before long, they found their two companions among a group of "people".

Yang Jian's expression showed great struggle, and his face was flushed.

Sun Wukong was quite enthusiastic. He put his palms together in a gesture of respect and said to the middle-aged man in front of him, "Venerable One, my sins are grave. Is it possible for me to attain true liberation?"

The middle-aged man was quite busy. Including Sun Wukong, there were three "people" talking to him, but his focus was mainly on a young woman.

It's unclear what he said, but the young woman looked on with piety and said, "Thank you, Venerable One, for enlightening me."

Sun Wukong was extremely anxious: "What about me? Venerable One, I also want to attain enlightenment!"

The Venerable One casually took out a small box and placed it in front of him: "Enlightenment comes at a price. Only by letting go of attachments can one attain liberation. This is something I made especially for you. Here, put your attachments inside."

(End of this chapter)