Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"

Chunyang Sanren glanced at the corpses lying on the ground and frowned.

Although, he didn't believe in his heart that Chengfeng could kill so many people, he still pretended to be furious for the sake of the Qilin.

"What a sin! What a sin! You, you killed so many people, it's really a sin!"

"Today, I must enforce justice on behalf of Heaven and eliminate this evil of yours, so that you won't commit murder again in the future!"

After saying that, Chunyang Sanren made his move, swinging out a palm and slapping towards Chengfeng's chest.

Chengfeng did not dodge, but swung his fist to meet Sanren's palm.

"Oh!"

A dull sound was heard, and Chunyang Sanren took three steps back with "deng, deng, deng!"

"Pfft!"

The sound of a body falling was heard, and Chunyang Sanren lay on the ground.

"With just this little ability, you still want to take my life. How ridiculous!"

Chengfeng snorted coldly, his lips curled up, his face showing disdain.

"What a madman!"

Chunyang Sanren jumped up and stood up.

He dusted himself off, his words filled with murderous intent.

"Boy! You have great strength. It seems that if I don't use my special moves today, you don't know how powerful I am."

With a whoosh, Chunyang Sanren drew out a pair of male and female daggers from his back.

As the two swords came out, they shone brightly, dazzling the eyes.

Seeing these two swords, Chengfeng felt something was wrong and did not dare to be careless. He reached out and picked up Wen Chou's spear.

Chun Yang San Ren chuckled and said, "Boy, God is merciful, but you have killed too many people and committed too many evil deeds. Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of God and get rid of you."

After saying this, Chun Yang San Ren pointed one sword to the sky and the other to the ground. He muttered something and suddenly shouted loudly.

"Flying Fairy from Heaven!"

In an instant, he had flown into the air, and his two swords turned into thousands of dazzling rays of light, shooting down towards Chengfeng like a torrential rain.

"not good!"

Chengfeng cried out secretly and hurriedly brandished his spear to block.

However, the sword lights seemed to have eyes and pierced into his body through the gaps between the guns.

Suddenly, Chengfeng's body was riddled with holes and bleeding profusely, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

Chun Yang San Ren came up to him with his sword in hand, grinning and saying:

"Evil man! This day next year will be your memorial day, go ahead."

As he said that, he swung his sword towards Chengfeng's throat.

Chengfeng is dead.

……

Diao Chan knew nothing about Chengfeng's situation.

Every day I hope that he will come and take me away, away from this dark place, away from this ugly monster in front of me.

In that space shrouded in darkness and despair, her mood was like petals swaying in the wind.

I have a glimmer of hope for the future, but I am also deeply trapped in boundless fear and loneliness.

The face of He Bo, the ancient god in charge of water, looks even more eerie under the dim candlelight.

Those deep eyes seemed to hide indifference and disdain towards everything in the world.

To Diao Chan, he was like an invisible giant hand that firmly locked her freedom.

Although He Bo was not in a hurry to possess her, this temporary grace only prolonged Diao Chan's suffering.

She wandered desperately in this house that was heavily restricted.

Every inch of the wall, every stone slab, had been caressed thousands of times by her helpless gaze.

Three years passed silently like flowing water, and Diao Chan's heart gradually turned from initial hope to despair.

Whenever I think of the two children growing up without their mother’s company, the regret comes flooding back like a tide and my heart aches.

She began to plan her escape, taking advantage of Ha Baek's occasional absences to explore every possible exit.

But every attempt was like hitting a solid wall, cold and merciless, and reality shattered her hopes time and time again.

Leaning weakly on the shrine, Diao Chan thought of the ups and downs in her life, the moments she had spent with Chengfeng, and her two poor children. She couldn't help but burst into tears and was extremely sad.

Just as the abyss of despair was about to swallow up the last ray of light, a creepy laugh suddenly came from the shrine.

The sound was sharp and distorted, piercing through the silent night and striking the heart.

Diao Chan looked in horror in the direction where the sound came from, and the gilded incense burner on the shrine suddenly made a "click" and cracked on its own.

A thick black mist rose up and instantly filled the entire room.

The fog slowly dissipated, and an old woman suddenly appeared in sight.

The old woman's clothes were worn out, as if they had carried the vicissitudes of a thousand years. Her face was old, and the wrinkles were as deep as the marks left by time.

Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, revealing an unyielding light.

The old woman howled to the sky, her voice filled with endless grief, anger and release.

"Lu Ya, you thief, you have caused me so much pain! I have been tortured in this incense burner. More than a thousand years have passed, and I, the Holy Mother Wu Dang, have finally come out."

As the words of the Holy Mother Wu Dang fell, the entire riverbed space seemed to shake.

Those dusty memories, like an ancient scroll, slowly unfolded, revealing a secret spanning thousands of years.

The Holy Mother Wu Dang is one of the four disciples of Master Tong Tian, and her identity is full of mystery.

The three religions jointly established the List of Gods, and the war between the immortals began.

The Jiejiao suffered heavy losses, and all the prominent Golden Immortals died.

Only the Holy Mother Wu Dang escaped from the calamity of being deified.

Yuanshi Tianzun and Laozi just turned a blind eye to her because of her background.

Taoist Lu Ya didn't understand what was going on, so he chased after him and used his Flying Sword to slay the Immortal.

Seeing that the Holy Mother Wu Dang was about to lose her life, the almighty Queen Nuwa suddenly appeared and stopped Taoist Lu Ya's actions.

The Queen Mother told Lu Ya that the Holy Mother Wu Dang was the murderous form of her sister, the Old Mother of Mount Li.

She came to participate in this once-in-a-lifetime grand gathering of immortals. She was not bound by the List of Gods and her life could not be harmed.

The empress took out an incense burner from her sleeve and ordered the boy to give it to Lu Ya.

The incense burner is called the Eight Treasures Divided Gold Tears Incense Burner, and it is said that it can eliminate the murderous intention of the Holy Mother Wu Dang.

"You take her in and seal her at the bottom of the Luo River. When she gives up her killing intent and cries in sorrow, she will be freed."

This is what Queen Wa entrusted to Taoist Lu Ya at that time.

When facing Queen Nuwa, Taoist Lu Ya naturally has to give her face.

He put the Holy Mother Wu Dang into the furnace, and summoned He Bo Feng Yi, and handed him the Eight Treasures Gold Tears Furnace.

The Holy Mother Wu Dang has been in the furnace for a thousand years and has never figured out how to escape.

Thanks to Diao Chan's tears that fell into the furnace, the seal was lifted and he was able to escape.

"A thousand years of imprisonment, a day of release, life is like a game of chess, one wrong move will lead to all the wrong moves."

The Holy Mother Wu Dang sighed slightly, her weathered face was covered with traces of time, and every wrinkle seemed to be telling of past experiences.

"Lu Ya, you and I are both players in the chess game. Your persistence will only hurt others and yourself."