Fengshen: I, Nezha, don’t need a system

"No need, Senior Brother."

As soon as Long Liyi finished speaking, a golden surge suddenly appeared in her eyes.

—Her originally clear eyes transformed into crimson-gold glass in an instant.

The depths of his pupils seemed to hold a vast, primordial land, and with each blink, tiny, earthy-yellow halos of light swirled between his eyelashes.

The next second, an immense and suffocating power erupted from her body.

The five-clawed golden dragon phantom, born from the power of the earth, was so solid it seemed to be alive.

The dragon's horns are rugged like jade pillars of Kunlun, and its scales shimmer with a purple-gold luster.

Its five claws were as sharp as black iron hooks. As soon as they appeared, they let out a hoarse roar towards the sky.

The roar shook the entire chaotic sea, causing it to churn and the surrounding clouds to instantly turn to dust.

The defensive light barrier in the space rippled.

The Jianmu Master was the first to be hit. Even though he was already a quasi-saint, he was violently shaken away by the power that carried the "foundation of the primordial world".

The hem of his Taoist robe was torn to shreds by the shockwave, and he staggered back dozens of steps before barely managing to regain his footing.

He stared blankly at Long Liyi in front of him, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.

The junior sister, who used to always wear her hair in a tassel bun and had a bright, smiling face, was now completely different.

Her long, black hair was tied into a high ponytail with a purple-gold ribbon. The ends of her hair swayed gently with the air currents, making her look less soft and more sharp.

The pale purple dress she always wore had somehow transformed into a magnificent purple-gold gown embroidered with intricate patterns.

—On the skirt, in addition to the embroidered five-clawed golden dragon, the primordial mountains and rivers are also embroidered with gold thread.

To the east lies the Penglai Immortal Island in the East China Sea, to the west lies the Jade Pool Wonderland of Kunlun, to the south lies the Ten Thousand Mountains of Southern Xinjiang, and to the north lies the frigid land of the Northern Darkness.

Even the Five Sacred Mountains' dragon veins in the center are clearly visible; every stitch is a tangible imprint of the earth's power on her body.

What terrified him most was the slender hand that suddenly landed on his throat.

Her fingertips still bore the thin calluses from years of holding a pen, yet they were now as cold as ice, with an earthy yellow halo surrounding her palms.

And most importantly, it was slowly flowing along his neck, and with just a little more force, it could crush his throat.

Is Ryūriki trying to kill him?

"Rii... what do you want to do?"

Jianmu Zhenren's voice trembled, not from fear, but from bewilderment.

He clearly saw an extreme coldness in those crimson-gold eyes...

Yet there was also a barely perceptible struggle hidden within her, as if two souls were tearing at her body.

"Senior brother..."

Ryūri's voice was slightly hoarse, and the hand gripping his throat loosened slightly.

Instead, she grabbed his wrist and, with a little force, flung him toward a thick cloud nearby.

The clouds were soft, and Jianmu Zhenren landed on them without being injured, but he was even more bewildered by the sudden movement.

Long Liyi didn't look at him; her gaze went beyond the chaotic sea and straight up into the sky.

There, the goddess Nuwa was holding a red embroidered ball, constantly bombarding the surging chaotic sea.

The holy white light collided with the chaotic black mist, producing a series of booming sounds.

The coldness in her crimson-gold eyes faded slightly, replaced by a resolute silence, but her tone carried a warning that sounded almost like a coquettish plea: "Stay here and don't move, okay, senior brother?"

Hearing this now, Jianmu Zhenren felt uneasy.

Behind that silence lay a resolute determination he couldn't comprehend.

He was about to ask a question when Ryūri gave him no time to react.

The five-clawed golden dragon phantoms suddenly enveloped her, and the next second her body transformed into a streak of purple-gold light, surging straight towards the Chaos Sea at such a speed that only a blur remained.

Above the chaotic sea.

The goddess Nuwa was concentrating on suppressing the ever-flowing chaotic mist.

Suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine.

—A force that is both familiar and unfamiliar is rapidly approaching. It is familiar because of the aura that belongs to Princess Longji, but unfamiliar because of the special power of chaos mixed in with it.

Without thinking twice, she threw out the red embroidered ball in her hand.

That red embroidered ball was an innate spiritual treasure, entirely crimson, adorned with colorful tassels.

The moment it left his hand, it grew to several feet in size.

With a trembling "buzzing" sound, it slammed down hard onto the purple-gold light below!

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble!"

The moment the red embroidered ball collided with the purple-gold light, a thunderous roar resounded through the sky.

The five-clawed golden dragon phantom outside Long Liyi's body was the first to be hit. The dragon's head was instantly shattered by the red embroidered ball, and golden scales and dragon blood splattered and scattered in the chaotic sea, where they were instantly swallowed by the black mist.

But the severed dragon head did not even pause for a moment before a new head grew from the broken point.

At the same time, the surging chaotic sea energy around them seemed to be summoned.

They frantically converged towards the golden dragon phantom. The dragon scales, which originally shimmered with a purple-gold luster, gradually lost their gold color under the influence of the chaotic mist, turning into a deep, inky chaotic color.

In the blink of an eye, a five-clawed golden dragon, its body shrouded in chaotic black mist, appeared before the Goddess Nuwa.

The golden dragon's eyes were no longer crimson gold, but had turned into a deathly gray-black.

The dragon's scales were covered with fine black lines, and with each sway of its body, chaotic mist would seep out from the gaps in the scales, corroding the surrounding space.

"Longliyi? Longji?"

Nuwa frowned slightly, her tone tinged with doubt.

She gazed into the interior of the Chaos Golden Dragon, where she could vaguely make out a slender figure.

—It was Longliyi, dressed in a magnificent purple and gold robe.

Although her appearance differed somewhat from the charming Princess Longji in my memory, the aura that came from the bloodline of a Heavenly Princess and was personally bestowed with a magical artifact by her was undoubtedly that of the genuine Princess Longji.

With Nuwa's saintly cultivation, she saw through her true nature at a glance.

"What? Are you going to betray the Primordial World and fight against us for that alien race?"

Nuwa's voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable majesty.

The red embroidered ball she had retrieved was now emitting a soft yet extremely oppressive red light, clearly ready to attack again.

As soon as she finished speaking, Goddess Nuwa gave Long Liyi no further chance to speak.

With a flick of his wrist, the red embroidered ball was once again unleashed, hurtling straight toward the head of the Chaos Five-Clawed Golden Dragon like a shooting star.

This time, the red light on the embroidered ball was even brighter, carrying the power of a saint's all-out attack.

With a loud bang, the Chaos Golden Dragon's head, which had just been restored to its original state, was smashed to pieces, with dragon scales and chaotic mist flying everywhere.

Even the dragon pear-shaped garment inside the golden dragon suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The crimson blood droplets fell into the chaotic sea and were instantly dissolved by the black mist.

Her body, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted uncontrollably towards the chaotic sea below, causing the mountain and river embroidery on her purple and gold robes to crack from the shock.

The purple-gold ribbon that held her hair back had also broken, and her long black hair was scattered, flying wildly in the chaotic air currents. In her crimson-gold eyes, there was only heavy weariness and pain left.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Just as Long Liyi fell into the sea, a crisp cracking sound suddenly came from the depths of the Chaos Sea.

That was the sound of the Five Elements Sealing Array being completely eroded.

The Five Elements Light Curtain, originally used to seal the Six-Eyed Demon God, is now covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

With a final, sharp crack, the light curtain shattered.

An aura even more evil and violent than the Chaos Sea suddenly erupted from the sealed land.

"Roar--!"

A deafening roar resounded, and space was easily torn apart like paper, from which a burly demon god slowly stepped out.

The demon god had six vertical pupils, each with an eerie blood-red iris. Its face was covered with chaotic energy, and its body was shrouded in a blackish-purple demonic aura that was even denser than chaotic mist. Each of its hands had sharp claws, as sharp as knives. It was the six-eyed demon god that had just been sealed away.

The moment he appeared, he locked his six blood-red vertical pupils onto the Goddess Nuwa.

A sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and he raised his right hand without hesitation.

The six eyes condensed into six jet-black beams of destructive divine light, which shot straight toward the Goddess Nuwa.

Wherever those six divine lights passed, space was directly pierced through, and even the chaotic mist was evaporated completely.

Nuwa remained unmoved, and with a gentle wave of her left hand, a stream of light flew out from the void, instantly transforming into a huge scroll painting.

—It was her other magical treasure, the Map of Mountains and Rivers.

As the scroll unfolds, it depicts the primordial sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers, each scene vividly rendered, radiating a rich vitality and a righteous spirit.

The Map of Mountains and Rivers stood in front of Nuwa, steadily catching the destructive divine light.

The divine light fell on the painting, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, instantly swallowed up by the mountains and rivers in the painting, without even causing a ripple.

"I'm finally out again!"

Upon seeing this, the Six-Eyed Demon God was not angry at all. Instead, he let out a hearty laugh, which was filled with resentment and ecstasy suppressed for thousands of years.

He slowly raised his left hand, his palm slightly open, revealing the dragon pear-colored clothes lying on it.

—She was covered in blood, and her purple and gold robes were already stained with demonic energy and bloodstains.

His chest heaved violently, and he coughed up blood with every breath, clearly indicating that he had suffered extremely serious injuries.

"You're really useless, Saintess."

The six-eyed demon looked down at Long Liyi in his palm, his tone full of mockery.

Those six vertical pupils gleamed with disdain.

"Our lord spared no expense, expending his own essence to inject the power of chaos into your body, allowing you to ascend from a mere Golden Immortal to the peak of Quasi-Saint in one step. And what was the result? You couldn't even withstand a single blow from the opponent."

Long Liyi lay in his palm, her consciousness already somewhat blurred, blood constantly spilling from the corner of her mouth, staining the demon god's pitch-black palm red.

But she did not die immediately.

Deep within her dantian, a faint, dark purple power was slowly circulating.

That was the protective power left in her body by the alien ruler. It was this power that blocked most of the power of Nuwa's attack.

Without this power, her quasi-saint peak combat strength, which she had forcibly enhanced by external forces, would be insufficient.

Faced with the full force of the sage's attack, his soul and spirit had already been annihilated, leaving not even a trace of his remnant soul.

She struggled to open her eyes, but what she saw in her crimson-gold pupils was not the hideous face of the Six-Eyed Demon God...

Instead, it was the figure behind her, desperately running towards her.

—Jianmu Zhenren's robe was torn, his hair was disheveled, and his face was full of anxiety. He was flying towards the Chaos Sea without regard for anything else.

"Senior...brother..."

Longli's lips moved slightly, making a sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

A single, glistening tear slid down her cheek and fell into the demon god's palm.

She knew she couldn't let her senior brother come over.

She is a saintess from another race and there won't be any problems, but Jianmu Zhenren is a being from the primordial world.

Six Eyes will not show any mercy.

Moreover, Chunyang has already perished... She cannot let her senior brother, who watched her grow up, perish here as well.

At least no matter what...

The name of Jianmu Zhenren must be preserved.

The chaotic power and the power of the earth within her body began to tear each other apart once more, and crimson-gold light and dark purple demonic energy intertwined within her body.

Each collision caused her to spasm in pain.

But she still held on, using her last bit of strength to gently push out the remaining earth power within her body towards Jianmu Zhenren.

—That force was very weak, yet it carried an irresistible pushing force.

He firmly blocked the approaching Jianmu Zhenren at the edge of the Chaos Sea.

The Six-Eyed Demon God noticed her movements, snorted coldly, and the demonic energy in his palm suddenly surged, suppressing the earth power within her body.

"Don't waste your energy. From the moment you accepted the Lord's power, you were destined to be a traitor to the Primordial World and a vanguard of the alien invasion."

"Now you'd better behave and use your earth power to help me shatter this map of mountains and rivers."

Ryūriki's body trembled violently.

She watched as Jianmu Zhenren anxiously called out from afar, and watched as Nuwa Niangniang confronted the Six-Eyed Demon God while holding the Map of Mountains and Rivers.

Jianmu Zhenren gazed at the Chaos Sea in bewilderment, his Yi Wood aura rising steadily.

However, compared to Ryūriki...

Jianmu Zhenren's strength is still too weak; he doesn't have the power of the primordial earth as a trump card.

There was also no stronger cultivation level to support it.

Not to mention that Ryūriki also possesses the power of an alien overlord.

He rushed in solely out of concern for Li Chunyang, but something had happened to Li Chunyang...

As their senior brother, how could he let another junior sister get into trouble as well?

"Such pure Yi Wood energy."

Nuwa looked at Jianmu Zhenren with curiosity, for she remembered him.

But those geniuses who only possess a slight talent in the lower realms are far inferior to her Lingzhu'er.

But now, looking at the Wood energy that the other party has managed to produce, its purity is no less than that of Zhen Yuanzi's ginseng fruit tree essence.

This truly surprised her.

It's similar to Nezha's Yi Wood clone, but its energy purity is only about the same.

Thinking about it this way...

The goddess Nuwa seemed to have thought of something. With a wave of her hand, she pulled Jianmu Zhenren back from the chaotic sea, and together they were enveloped under the Mountain and River Map.

“Longji is no longer the Longji of the Heavenly Court. The power and will of the alien ruler within her have turned her into a saintess of the alien race.”