Chaos Spirit Field

Nuwa sighed softly, then responded earnestly, "Kongkong, although there's only a realm difference between a Divine Honored One and a Divine Lord, the difference is as vast as the difference between heaven and earth. Defeating the Lord of Creation is incredibly difficult! We don't stand much of a chance of winning."

Hearing this, the Space Source God felt a surge of dissatisfaction. She shouted, "Humph! Everything depends on human effort. As long as there's even a sliver of hope, we can't give up so easily! Even without Zhao Shanhe, we won't necessarily lose."

Nuwa shook her head slightly and said slowly, "The chances of winning are too slim. Perhaps the best strategy is to hold back and quietly wait for the Lord of Chaos to resurrect."

However, the Origin of Space God completely ignored Nuwa's advice. She roared with anger, "Feng Lixi, that's easy for you to say! It turns out you're not the one dying. Even if the hope of success is extremely slim, I will never give up so easily! If you refuse to let Zhao Linger assist me, then don't blame me for being heartless and ungrateful. At worst, I'll let all living beings in this world be buried with me! Here's the Primordial Purple Qi to you. Remember to have Zhao Linger refine it."

Nuwa looked at the figure of the Source of Space God who was walking away, and couldn't help but frowned tightly. A question suddenly arose in her mind: Is Zhao Shanhe really dead?

At this moment, Zhao Linger came out. She came before Nuwa, bowed slightly, and said softly, "Mother, I have successfully refined the second ray of Hongmeng Purple Qi."

Upon hearing this, Nuwa gazed at her beloved daughter with a complicated expression. She sighed softly and said slowly, "My daughter, a piece of primordial purple has fallen into the world of immortal cultivation. I hope you can go there and retrieve it."

Zhao Linger nodded obediently and replied, "Don't worry, mother. I will definitely fulfill my mission. However... I would like to ask Sixth Sister to come along and help. Is that okay?"

Nuwa thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "That's fine. If you two sisters can take care of each other, I can rest a little easier. But remember, be extremely careful on this trip and return quickly. We don't have much time left."

Zhao Linger bowed to her mother again, indicating her understanding. Then she turned and walked away with light steps, her graceful figure gradually disappearing into the distance.

As Nuwa watched her daughter walk away, a complex wave of emotions welled up in her heart. She wondered if it was right or wrong to involve her daughter in this dispute.

Zhao Linger left the Wahuang Palace and found Zhao Yunluo. She said, "Sixth sister, mother gave me a task to go to the Xiuxian world to find a piece of Hongmeng purple energy. I would like to ask you to help me."

Zhao Yunluo readily agreed: "No problem, let's go."

The two of them arrived at the Immortal Cultivation Realm. Zhao Yunluo saw that there was no one around, so she whispered, "Seventh sister, Zhao Yunhua came to see me a few days ago. He said that Li Xiaoyao was the love debt owed by our father."

Zhao Linger heard this and said with a puzzled look on her face, "Sixth sister, you're saying that Li Xiaoyao is our younger brother. That's impossible. As far as I know, before father left the Mountain and River Realm, all the women related to him were properly settled. How could there be an illegitimate child? Besides, Li Xiaoyao's age and talent don't match. Is this simply nonsense?"

Zhao Yunluo pondered for a moment and said, "Seventh sister, do you know where Su Daji is now?"

Zhao Linger smiled and replied, "Sixth sister, Su Daji is an incarnation of my mother. As long as I refine the nine strands of Hongmeng purple energy, I can resurrect Li Xiaoyao."

Zhao Yunluo said in surprise: "Seventh sister, what you said is true, that's great, let's go find Hongmeng Purple Qi, Zhao Yunhua is not a good guy, I almost got tricked by him."

If Zhao Yunhua knew that Su Daji was the incarnation of Nuwa, he would probably be able to guess something, but unfortunately he didn't know.

It is said that after Zhao Shanhe left the world of immortal cultivation, he finally came to the world of gods after going through untold hardships. The reason was simple: although his realm was high, his cultivation was too low. If he had not provoked his two daughters and it was too troublesome, he would not have risked leaving.

The Fortune Tower in the center of the Divine Court had been closed since the Four Domains Competition. Someone had actually ignored the restrictions and walked in.

When the tower spirit saw the person coming, it trembled all over and asked tremblingly, "Lord...Lord of Chaos, what brings you here?" There was fear in its words.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shanhe smiled and said slowly: "Hmph! Last time you dared to kick me out of here, causing me to lose face. Today, I have come to borrow some energy from you. What do you think? Do you want to refuse?" As he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he stared at the tower spirit in front of him.

Feeling Zhao Shanhe's hostile gaze, the tower spirit was so frightened that it quickly knelt down and begged for mercy, grovelling and saying, "Lord Chaos, please spare my life! I was forced to do it at the time, it wasn't intentional. I will cooperate with whatever you ask."

Seeing this, Zhao Shanhe raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a satisfied smile, and said softly, "Well, you are quite sensible. In that case, I will spare your life for now. Have you contacted the Lord of Fortune? Do you want me to help you?"

Hearing this, Tower Spirit quickly raised his head and said flatteringly, "Lord Lord of Chaos, you are my only master. I will be absolutely loyal to you and will never betray you!"

Zhao Shanhe had a smirk on his face and said in an extremely frivolous tone, "The Lord of Creation has been sealed away in the Mountain and River Realm by me. What are you still standing there for? Don't you want to be favored by me?"

Upon hearing this, the tower spirit couldn't help but reveal a look of helplessness on its face, but there was nothing it could do. It could only sigh softly, then release all its authority, allowing Zhao Shanhe to do whatever he wanted.

Zhao Shanhe seemed to have turned into a hungry wolf, and the tower spirit a lamb to be slaughtered. He began to plunder various resources from the Fortune Tower without restraint, increasing his cultivation.

The tower spirit felt deeply distressed at the changes in the Fortune Tower. Then, watching Zhao Shanhe's ever-increasing cultivation, he suddenly realized that he had been deceived. This Lord of Chaos was just a silver spear with a wax tip, strong on the outside but weak on the inside. He said in grief and anger, "Lord of Chaos, you deceived me."

Zhao Shanhe said jokingly, "Who made you so timid? This is called deception in war. Do you have any objection?"

Seeing Zhao Shanhe's unfriendly eyes and his God-level cultivation, the tower spirit said humbly, "Master Chaos Lord, I have no objection."