Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

The Mother Wu Dang whispered softly, looking towards the roof, as if she was speaking to a person in the void.

After saying that, her eyes swept around the room and finally landed on Diao Chan.

"Very good! Girl, you can let me out of the incense burner, which means we are destined to be together. You don't have to be sad. With me here, no one dares to bully you."

"Granny, you... who are you? Why are you here?"

Diao Chan was filled with surprise and doubt. She didn't know the old woman in front of her, and she didn't know that her unintentional action had released her.

The Holy Mother Wu Dang laughed, "How can a mere barrier trap me? Come with me, and I will take you out of this cage."

As the Holy Mother Wu Dang waved her hand, the originally locked door opened silently.

Outside the door, a vast expanse of water appeared before our eyes, with rippling water and twinkling stars.

The Holy Mother Wu Dang pointed her finger, and the vast river split into two sides.

Diao Chan was surprised and delighted, and followed the old woman's steps and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the room, a roar broke the silence. Ha Baek appeared angrily, holding a food box.

"Who is this demon who dares to invade my water palace?"

The expression of the Holy Mother Wu Dang remained unchanged, with a sneer of disdain on the corner of her mouth.

"You are just a water god, and you dare to try to stop me? Your knowledge is too shallow."

After she finished speaking, she waved her hand, and a rope glowing with spiritual light - the Demon-Subduing Rope - instantly bound He Bo tightly.

He Bo struggled and yelled: "Witch, let me go quickly, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Mother Wu Dang had already pasted a talisman on his forehead.

He Bo's voice suddenly stopped and he fell into silence.

Watching this series of changes, Diao Chan's heart experienced a transformation from shock to awe.

Looking at the old woman in front of me, my heart was filled with complex emotions: gratitude, awe, and more importantly, excitement and happiness.

The Holy Mother Wu Dang carried Diao Chan and floated away on the moonlit veil.

The backs of the two people gradually blurred in the night, leaving behind a trail of mysterious footprints.

The trees were whispering, the breeze was blowing gently, and back at Mount Li, Diao Chan spoke about the predicament she was facing.

The old mother counted with her fingers, chuckled, and told Diao Chan: "The child is fine, and Chengfeng is not dead. One day in the future, we will meet again."

……

Chengfeng is not dead, he just has a different identity now.

At that time, Chunyang Sanren's sword flashed, and the cold light of the male and female swords almost touched his throat.

At the moment of life and death, two willow branches fell from the sky and gently wrapped around the messenger of death.

Accompanied by a distant "Wulian Tianzun"

Taoist Cihang and an old man riding a green bull stood in the air, like salvation descending from the clouds, with boundless majesty and compassion.

The appearance of the old man shocked the whole world.

He is the extraordinary and unparalleled Laozi, the master of the Xuandu Zifu Bajing Palace.

Beneath his white hair and youthful face, there is a childlike innocence that is not tainted by the dust of the world. He wears a purple gold crown of the sun and the moon on his head, a robe of the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams on his body, and yin-yang green boots on his feet.

Every gesture and movement demonstrates his supremacy between heaven and earth.

Behind him, thousands of auspicious lights were like dragons leaping and tigers leaping, and thousands of auspicious colors were illuminating the exquisite golden tower floating in the air.

The air is filled with colorful garlands, which is so beautiful that it seems like a fairyland.

"Xuan Du's disciple Chun Yang pays homage to Master and Uncle."

When Chunyang Sanren saw his master, he immediately knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, and his expression was full of awe.

Laozi waved his hand and turned his gaze to Chengfeng, his eyes full of scrutiny.

"Is this child the one who swallowed the Xuanhuang Zhu Fruit from Sanshan Island?"

Taoist Cihang bowed respectfully and said, "Master, it is this boy."

I sighed softly, and my thoughts seemed to travel through the long years.

"Back then, before the world was created and chaos was separated, that red fruit was bred in the primeval world, carrying the spiritual power of the innate sacred tree."

"I was entrusted by my master to create the world and witnessed the heroic deeds of Gonggong crashing into Mount Buzhou. I also felt the tragic grandeur of Pangu standing upright against the sky and the greatness of the goddess Nuwa mending the sky."

"In the countless disasters and rebirths, only this Vermillion Fruit Tree, with the help of my seal and the protection of the python spirit, miraculously survived and became an untouchable existence."

"It is God's will that an ordinary person can obtain this fruit. Perhaps this is the uncontrollable child that your master predicted."

"Even the Grandmaster can't control it?"

Taoist Cihang was shocked. "Master, you are too kind! He is just a reincarnation of one of my disciples. How can he be evaluated like this?"

I stroked my beard, my eyes as deep as the starry sky.

"Cihang, not everything in this world can be judged by common sense."

He slightly turned his body and looked at the swirling clouds in the distance, his words full of mystery.

"Although this boy was your disciple in his previous life, he has been reincarnated in a way that even I cannot predict. His fate may have already transcended its shackles, and it is not something you and I can easily guess."

"You need to know that everything in the world has a fixed number. But within this fixed number, there are always some variables that are difficult to predict. This child is one of these variables."

"His future may not be limited to the Way of Heaven, but may transcend a greater Way."

Laozi pondered for a moment and shook his head slightly, "At present, it is impossible to predict or estimate. Take this boy back and teach him well. In the future, he may have an important mission with that monkey head."

"Yes!"

Taoist Cihang suddenly remembered the strange experience of Jintong's reincarnation. He could not help but frowned slightly and nodded, "Disciple understands."

In fact, the fruit that Chengfeng ate on Sanshan Island was not a hibiscus fruit, but a Xuanhuangzhu fruit from the time before the creation of the world.

This fruit only bears fruit once every tens of millions of years. Eating it can not only heal flesh and regenerate tendons, and bring the dead back to life, but it also has unknown magical uses.

The Nine-Turn Golden Pill in Laojun's gourd is made from the peel of the red fruit.

Laozi sighed lightly, a barely perceptible worry revealed between his brows, and shook his head gently at Chunyang Sanren who was kneeling on the ground.

"Chun Yang, on the path of cultivation, greed and ignorance are taboos. If you are not alert, you will be haunted by karma. You should withdraw first. I will keep the male and female swords for the time being."

As soon as he finished speaking, Laozi raised his sleeves slightly, and the two swords that were tightly wrapped by the green willow branches seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and instantly broke free from their restraints and fell into his hands.

Chunyang Sanren looked ashamed and felt mixed emotions, but he didn't dare to say a word.

He was well aware of his master's ability to see things, so he hurriedly wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, kowtowed three times, and turned away with heavy steps.

At this time, Taoist Cihang walked slowly towards Chengfeng, and his warm big hand gently patted Chengfeng's shoulder.

"Shancai, it's time to go home."

The sunlight shines through the treetops and falls on Chengfeng, quietly and swaying.

The wounds on the body healed miraculously under the effect of the mysterious red fruit, without leaving any trace.