Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1806 Juntian
The Great Dao of Time has long been out of control by those at the Hunyuan Daluo level, neither "dredging" nor "guiding," resulting in its energy having nowhere to dissipate. The current surge of spiritual energy at the end of the River of Time is more like a backlash at the level of the Great Dao itself.

The primary target of this backlash is the primordial world.

If the primordial world can withstand it, this backlash will disappear, the river of time will return to calm, and it will await a ruler or the next great explosion of spiritual energy.

Deng Chanyu had made many arrangements beforehand, one of which was having Nezha build the Origin Wall.

At this moment, countless streams of spiritual energy bombarded the thick wall in her line of sight.

Nezha built the wall very solidly, and the wall did not shake at all.

Besides the necessary building materials, the wall also has another characteristic: time, which is provided by countless beings in the primordial world and countless beings in the multiverse.

Time is a long river, and an individual's involvement in it is like a grain of sand falling into the river.

A single grain of sand certainly cannot stop a river, but trillions of grains of sand can form a dam and block the river from flowing.

The Wall of Origin has now blocked the river. Although the time consumed every moment is astronomical, and the lifespan of beings in the primordial world and the multiverse is decreasing in a slow way, it has finally stopped the river.

Deng Chanyu wandered around the wall for a while and soon spotted an "old acquaintance".

For a long time, Zhulong had been avoiding her.

Deng Chanyu asked, "Hehe, old friend, how have you been?"

The Candle Dragon is like a sticker, its body completely flattened, its face distorted, and its entire body stuck to the wall.

We can't go in, and we can't retreat.

"I have all my time, all my time, I'll give it all to you!" he said weakly.

"Thank you, but no need." Deng Chanyu was very polite. Just when Zhulong thought he had a way out, she gently shook her head: "Your control over the power of time is too crude and has long since fallen behind. I'll think of another way."

The opportunity to control the Great Dao of Time once passed before Zhulong's eyes, but unfortunately he failed to seize it.

Firstly, this power comes from outside the primordial world, and even the Heavenly Dao of the primordial world cannot control it.

Secondly, it's because one's destiny and aptitude are insufficient.

Deng Chanyu ignored Zhulong. He would be "hung" on the wall for a very long time. This was a gift of time, but also a punishment.

Following the trajectory of the river of time, she went against the current.

There are many pitfalls in the Great Path of Time. Deng Chanyu does not intend to control this path with her saintly status. There may be traps set by Yang Mei ahead of the Great Path of Space. She does not intend to go any further to obtain the purest power of time. Her way out is to take the path of spacetime, which combines the path of space and the path of time.

A brand new path is also a stepping stone for her to take another step forward in the future.

She relied on the power of the sage to maintain her spiritual state, but the overwhelming power of time washing over her still made her feel lost without her realizing it.

Time has become blurred, its own traces have faded, and its connection with the many anchor points of the primordial world has also weakened considerably.

Once she completely severed ties with her past, she would be nothing more than a Primordial Golden Immortal who controls the Great Dao of Space, and no longer Deng Chanyu.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she was still mechanically delving into the depths of the river of time, activating the first backup plan she had prepared long ago. A crystal lotus flower rose from the cuff of her moon-white Taoist robe, and a flood of past memories filled her mind.

"Twelve ounces each of white peony flower, white lotus flower, white hibiscus flower, and white plum blossom stamens are ground into powder and made into pills called Cold Fragrance Pills." (Chapter 13)
The scene of her first encounter with Daji flashed before her eyes. Back then, the goddess was still a goddess, not the tomboy who would slam her fist on the table at the drop of a hat.

Back then, female warriors were still female warriors, not eccentric female lunatics with wildly imaginative thoughts.

Their meeting seemed both predestined and an unexpected surprise.

From Deng Chanyu's saintly perspective at this time, she could see many things that she couldn't see at the time.

She saw Daji happily swallow the Cold Fragrance Pill, then her face changed drastically and she vomited violently. But in order not to hurt her "friend's" good intentions, she still had to say "Delicious, delicious, I want more!" in front of Deng Chanyu!

She saw herself visiting the Su family mansion in Jizhou. Daji sheathed her sword, had her maid take away the Rouge Horse, and sat in the courtyard, putting on an elegant air and pretending to appreciate the sound of flowing water.

Deng Chanyu couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle. The more she looked at her silly wife, the cuter she became.

A glimmer of light returned to her eyes, and her connection with her past became strong again. She defied the erosion of time and entered a deeper realm of time.

She didn't know how much time had passed before the second wave started. This time, she saw Xiao Wu taking his first unsteady steps.

My daughter was more fun when she was little, but she's become naughty as she's grown up, and I often can't help but want to spank her!

Soon after, the third and fourth moves were launched in succession.

When she saw Yunxiao leaving Mount Emei with a sorrowful expression, she couldn't help but sigh softly.

It wasn't quite to the point where Tang Sanzang wished for a future life together, but even a saint can't do whatever he wants. There are too many obstacles, and he also has to consider the opinions of others, which is the most difficult thing.

The end of the river of time is just a seemingly insignificant pool of water, which is Deng Chanyu's perception. In reality, everyone sees the result differently.

A young Taoist priest stood by the pool, seemingly observing the flow of time within it.

Deng Chanyu walked over and asked softly, "What does the finish line look like in your eyes?"

The young Taoist said, "What I see is a vast river valley, where countless years have passed, and we await the next beginning."

Deng Chanyu smiled and said, "I don't know if there will be a day when we can start over, but I know you definitely won't see it. By the way, if I may ask one more question, are you Yang Mei's disciple or his apprentice?"

The young Taoist priest countered, "What about a disciple? What about a novice?"

“If you are a disciple, I will give you three moves for the sake of Immortal Yangmei. If you are a novice, then forget it. Your status is too low and you are not qualified to bear this karma.”

The young Taoist scoffed, "Cause and effect? ​​Are you still stuck in the cycle of cause and effect in your prehistoric world? Don't you think that's foolish? Open your eyes and see if everything before you can be described by cause and effect."

"You haven't answered my question yet. Are you a disciple or a novice?"

The young Taoist priest replied irrelevantly, "Remember my name, Jun Tian!"

Deng Chanyu laughed: "It must be a name given to Haotian, right? There's also the character 'Jun,' so it seems to be a child. What a pity."

Countless spatial barriers appeared, and in the next instant, she disappeared before Juntian's eyes, after which all the spatial barriers surrounded Juntian.

(End of this chapter)