Chaos Spirit Field

Yang Jian, holding a three-pointed, double-edged sword, faced off against Wen Zhong's male and female dragon whips. The two had fought before during the Conferred Gods War, and the difference in strength between them was not that great.

However, as the battle dragged on, Wen Zhong grew increasingly frightened. Back then, he'd managed a slight edge, but now, even Yang Jian's incarnation couldn't be defeated. If it weren't for his inclusion in the Conferred Gods, how could he have fallen to this point? His hatred for Di Xin intensified, and he hurriedly shouted, "Yang Jian, I'm here to eliminate Di Xin on the orders of my ancestor. He and you have no friendship. How about we just call it quits?"

Yang Jian responded coldly, "You deserve to die if you touch my sister. Even if Tong Tian Patriarch himself comes, I swear to kill you. Prepare to die."

Wen Zhong hadn't expected Yang Jian to be so stubborn. Even bringing up Tongtian Patriarch proved futile, so he quickly deployed his signature ability—the Tongtian Eye. However, he forgot that Yang Jian also possessed a third eye. The two dazzling white lights collided, generating immense force, ultimately resulting in mutual destruction. His body crumbled to ash, and his damaged spirit transformed into a streak of light, returning to the Investiture of the Gods. Recovery would take at least a hundred years.

Yang Xiaochan watched Yang Jian's figure gradually disappear, her heart filled with worry and uneasiness. She anxiously asked, "Second brother, are you okay? Are you seriously injured?"

Yang Jian smiled and consoled her, "Third sister, you forgot that this body of mine is just an incarnation. I am waiting for your return in heaven."

Yang Xiaochan breathed a sigh of relief, but then said sadly, "Second brother, has Zhao Shanhe passed away?"

"Third sister, there is no need for Wen Zhong to lie. There is no possibility of survival under the all-seeing Dharma Eye. Let's just forget about him." As soon as the voice fell, Yang Jian disappeared completely.

Was Zhao Shanhe truly dead? He had indeed been struck by Wen Zhong's all-seeing eye, but surprisingly, despite his shattered state, his body had not been reduced to ash. However, it was undeniable that his soul had dissipated completely.

In the Chaos Spirit Field, Zhao Shanhe gazed at his shattered body, a mixture of emotions. In a sense, his soul had been shattered, yet in reality, he still had a breath of life. The All-Seeing Dharma Eye had only destroyed his soul in this life. The soul from his previous life had always remained in the Chaos Spirit Field, the so-called consciousness, which also gave him the possibility of resurrection.

Zhao Shanhe silently dug a hole, then covered himself with soil, chanting a meaningless incantation: "Dig a hole, bury the soil, count one, two, three, four, five..." He completed the self-burial ritual step by step. He glanced at the Chaos Stone Tablet, which detailed the required fertilizers—merit power, root-condensing immortal grass, and soul. The growth cycle was exactly the same as his age in his previous life: twenty-five years.

After adding other fertilizers, Zhao Shanhe's consciousness was completely integrated into the broken body. I don't know if this can be considered as possession of another's body. As time passed, he gradually fell into a deep sleep.

In the Yaochi Lake of the Heavenly Realm, Yang Hui suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation in her heart. This palpitation came so suddenly that she couldn't help but feel uneasy. Tears flowed unconsciously, and she muttered to herself, "After all, I did it, my husband. I'm sorry for you.

At the same time, Tan Tai Ming Yue, far away in the Moon Palace, unexpectedly felt the same sensation. Her originally peaceful state of mind was broken, and a sense of loss and anxiety naturally arose.

Jade Rabbit asked, "Palace Master, why are you crying?"

"My husband is dead. Please go down. I want to be alone and quiet."

At this moment, the Emperor of Heaven was truly overwhelmed. That idiot Wen Zhong was completely unreliable. He'd only dealt with a mortal, yet he'd caused such a public outcry that everyone knew about it, even destroying the reincarnation of Mother Earth. Even if he wanted to send him to the Eighteen Levels of Hell, he was powerless!

The one with the most headaches was undoubtedly Tongtian Patriarch. He was practically livid at Wen Zhong's idiocy! Not only had he messed things up, but he had also made Jiejiao the target of public criticism from the Three Realms. In the end, he had to clean up the mess himself, hoping Mother Earth would show him some mercy and give the Jiejiao disciples a chance to survive.

Upon arriving in the underworld, Tongtian discovered Mother Earth, in the form of an old woman, brewing Mengpo soup by the Naihe Bridge. He spoke earnestly, "Fellow Daoist Hou Tu, Wen Zhong certainly didn't mean to sabotage your plans. Please be magnanimous and don't argue with him."

After hearing what Tongtian Patriarch said, the old woman smiled bitterly and replied softly, "Tongtian Patriarch, you are a guest from afar. Since you are here, why not try this bowl of Mengpo soup I made and see how it tastes?"

After saying this, she handed over a bowl of steaming Mengpo soup. Tongtian Patriarch took it and drank it all in one gulp without hesitation. Instantly, he felt a surge of emotion in his heart, a deep longing and endless sorrow.

The old woman silently watched Tongtian Patriarch drink Mengpo soup, then slowly said: "You have already drunk the soup, it is time for you to leave. From now on, there will be no more Hou Tu, only Luo Tianshuang, my husband likes her."

Hearing this, Tongtian Sect Master could not help but frown and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Hou Tu, I am just an ordinary mortal. Why do you have to do this?"

The old woman suddenly transformed into Luo Tianshuang, staring fiercely at Tongtian Sect Master. She responded in an icy voice, "Mortal, do you know that he is the only person in this world who makes my heart flutter? And now you have ruthlessly strangled him. Do you think it was worth it? Now that you have come today, don't even think about leaving. Pay for my husband's life. Six Paths of Reincarnation, obey my command and execute him!"

Tongtian Patriarch thought it was not good, and now he did not care about the saint's demeanor, and ran away. The underworld is the home of the mother of the earth, even the ancestor Hongjun will not be able to get away with it.

Luo Tianshuang watched Tongtian Sect Master's retreating figure, and gradually regained consciousness from her anger. She slowly closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, and whispered softly, "My husband, am I too incompetent? My enemy is so close, yet I am powerless to avenge you..."

After escaping the underworld, Tongtian Patriarch still felt a lingering fear. Recalling his earlier confrontation with Mother Earth, the latter had even mobilized the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, displaying a despairing attitude, clearly not bluffing.

At this moment, he began to realize that the mortal named Zhao Shanhe might not be as simple as he appeared. Actually, it made sense when he thought about it. An ordinary mortal could impregnate the Queen of Heaven and the Moon Goddess, and even win the heart of Mother Earth.

Tongtian Patriarch suddenly felt uneasy. He carefully scanned the world of immortal cultivation with his divine sense and found no trace of Zhao Shanhe. He then used divination to deduce that he was indeed dead, and only then did he feel relieved.