Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 341 340 The Invisible Barrier

If Feng Xiuhu had known he would be running naked, he would have thought twice before revealing his true form as a primordial god.

This feeling is quite peculiar.

After being "transformed" by the rules of corruption, this physical body, apart from still resembling a human in appearance, has in fact long been classified as belonging to the category of primordial gods.

Although the pieced-together spirit is complete, it actually possesses two different consciousnesses.

Feng Xiuhu was the "landlord," and naturally, he had the final say on how the physical body would behave on a daily basis. However, when he voluntarily stepped down to the second line and handed over control to Shi, the "second landlord," he realized that the physical body of this primordial god could actually exert such great power.

Having witnessed Shi's swaggering display, Feng Xiuhu felt as if he were driving a tank but only used it for commuting to and from get off work, knowing nothing about anything except how to press the accelerator.

Meanwhile, Shi, this shrewd old fox who knows everything, can't even touch the steering wheel normally and can only watch from the passenger seat.

I won't let him touch me.

Feng Xiuhu felt resentful, and so he secretly thought to himself.

Then he comforted himself—although it was Shi who drove the tank this time, Master Feng was not without merit.

After all, he paid for the gas.

"Now you know how I feel?"

The words lingered in his mind.

Feng Xiuhu tried moving his palms: "...It's like watching a first-person movie."

He made it sound so easy, but the actual experience was much worse.

After the Eclipse took over the physical body, Feng Xiuhu lost all sense of reality. It was as if everything except his consciousness had turned into nothingness. He could not even see things from God's perspective, but could only "see" and "hear" what the Eclipse saw and heard. He had no initiative and could only passively receive.

Feng Xiuhu is currently located in the factory area.

The residents here had already fled. Feng Xiuhu found a house nearby, kicked the door open, grabbed a long robe and put it on, then went out to observe the situation.

As the colorful scales left, the surging waves calmed down.

The battle of the gods came to an end. When the Goddess of Wind and Rain removed the wind barrier, the seawater that had flooded the port area found a place to pour in, and the water level dropped rapidly.

On the battlefield of mortals, the merfolk, who held the advantage, were unwilling but knew that the tide had turned and they all retreated with the waves.

But the battle between the temple and the church is not over yet.

The God of Mist was defeated in full view of everyone, and the morale of the church plummeted to rock bottom at a visible speed. Some people wept bitterly, some stood there in a daze, and some even committed suicide to die for God.

However, the Goddess of Wind and Rain was completely unconcerned about these matters. She returned to the Broken Wave Bridge, picked up the God of Mist, glanced at Feng Xiuhu, and then disappeared with the wind.

"Where did she go?"

On the rooftop, looking out over there, Feng Xiuhu asked.

"Her divine kingdom."

Shi answered in a low voice.

Feng Xiuhu frowned: "Is she just going to leave this mess alone?"

Not to mention that this battle was almost devastating to Sail City, the deadly struggle between the temple and the church was not over yet, and the Wind and Rain Goddess left decisively, as if she were free of debts and carefree.

Shi didn't find it strange: "Someone will help her clean up."

As if to confirm his words, Wanlaiqiu's voice echoed over Sail City as soon as Shi finished speaking.

"The fog has been dispelled, and the storm has passed."

“There is no place for the church in Fancheng. Those who surrender will be spared, and those who resist will be killed on the spot.”

Feng Xiuhu looked up and saw Wan Laiqiu standing high in the sky, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

He was clutching a broken flag in his hand, which looked somewhat familiar to Feng Xiuhu.

When he could make out the misty patterns on the flag, Feng Xiuhu finally remembered—it was the flag of the Feiquan'ao Divine Guard Army Corps.

Feng Xiuhu gasped: "Did this old man take care of the main force of the legion?" "Don't underestimate him. As a temple lord, Wan Laiqiu is a great cultivator at the peak of the Unbound Realm. His cultivation path has come to an end."

Shi Youzai said, "Otherwise, why do you think the Mist would send twenty angels to deal with him?"

"No matter the era, Wujujing is the most powerful person below the true god."

Feng Xiuhu was suddenly taken aback, feeling puzzled: "Then why doesn't the Eastern God have any angels? Aren't the temple deities qualified?"

As mentioned before, Western gods are more concerned with their own "rule," so they need powerful angels to help them achieve this goal, which is understandable.

Even if Dongfang Shen didn't have this need, why would he directly give up such a powerful ally?

Logically speaking, if the Church's "incomplete" cultivation method can cultivate angels, then a cultivator like Wan Laiqiu, who was already powerful enough in life, should only become more powerful if he becomes an angel.

Shi chuckled softly, giving an answer that Feng Xiuhu could never have imagined.

"Because the temple deities are also human beings."

"If humans could live forever, then what would be the difference between humans and gods?"

Feng Xiuhu remained silent.

It's about immortality again.

These two words seem to be an invisible barrier, blocking the obsession of the Eastern God, and also blocking Feng Xiuhu from this world.

Even Shi didn't think there was anything wrong with this idea.

"I wonder how Shunzi is doing."

Feng Xiuhu subtly changed the subject.

He gestured for Mr. Grey to hide, then put the top hat on his own head and turned to walk uptown.

Shi interrupted, saying, "Let's take care of business first."

"What's the matter?"

Feng Xiuhu thought that his business was over.

Shi's tone became serious: "We can't stay in Fancheng any longer. We need to leave as soon as possible. Before we leave, let's see Fengyu one last time. There are some things that only she can help us resolve."

Feng Xiuhu's heart skipped a beat, and he finally realized that Shi had been hiding for so long, and now that he had reappeared, he had caused such a commotion. He might be in big trouble soon.

He couldn't help but feel nervous: "What are you planning to do?"

Shi urged, "Take it one step at a time, do as I say first."

Having no other choice, Feng Xiuhu forced down his doubts and turned to run towards Fengyu Street.

……

Now all the people of Fancheng have gathered in the upper city, and Feng Xiuhu has run all the way here but hasn't seen a single person.

When he arrived at the destination, he didn't knock on the door; he simply pushed it open and entered.

Lady Fengyu lay on the recliner with her eyes closed, resting. Feng Xiuhu, who was about to speak, subconsciously fell silent, and for a moment he had the illusion that this time he came to the courtyard was no different from before.

As if afraid of disturbing her, Feng Xiuhu quietly closed the door and silently observed the figure on the recliner.

Although her feather robes were faded and her brows betrayed her exhaustion, her expression was relaxed, and her blank face showed no sign of the pain her injuries had caused her.

Feng Xiuhu scanned the courtyard and did not see the God of Mist, but he noticed a newly planted sapling in one corner of the courtyard.

He glanced at the tightly closed door—the god of mist was most likely locked inside.

Feng Xiuhu hesitated for a moment, about to speak to wake up the Wind and Rain Goddess, when the Wind and Rain Goddess suddenly spoke.

Tell me, where is Xi Jun?

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