Ancient sacred mountain.

Enveloped in ethereal mist, the area is filled with layered mountains, peach and plum blossoms in full bloom, adorned with flowerless forests, and laden with leafless sacred fruits.

Jiang Fei walked slowly through the mountains and forests, her feet not moving, yet in a moment she was already a thousand feet away. Her white clothes were like silk, surrounded by a circle of divine light, and the immortal mist lingered around her, unwilling to dissipate for a long time.

A long rainbow arches between two distant mountain peaks.

In his mind, the system gazed at this idyllic scene and couldn't help but sigh.

Jiang Fei glanced at Chang Hong, chuckled softly, and tapped her finger lightly. Instantly, her white robes were tinged with the colors of Chang Hong, shimmering with several divine lights, beautiful and alluring, utterly captivating.

The system's sigh stopped, but it was filled with astonishment: "Host, with such high divine power, how could you still be harmed...?"

Jiang Fei remained suspended in the mist, his voice languid and carrying a faint echo: "It's because I was caught off guard by the beauty."

The system paused, then seemed to remember something, turning its head to look around. [In the past, there was always someone waiting outside the barrier in the cave. Today, you've been reborn, so why is no one here...?]

Jiang Fei lowered her eyes and said, half-jokingly, "Yes, it's so heartbreaking."

She simply sealed off her divine sense.

Having been trapped in a cave for two thousand years and then spending several hundred years completing her mission, she had long been craving the celestial wine treasured in her palace. She wanted to drink a few cups first to nourish her body, which had been parched for nearly three thousand years, before dealing with those boring people.

The main peak of the sacred mountain is now in sight.

The system became increasingly surprised.

This magnificent mountain range stretching for thousands of miles is truly dazzling, shrouded in celestial mist. The main peak is even a palace built on the mountain itself, with a pure white celestial waterfall behind it, surrounded by deep purple celestial flames, and a gleaming silver palace standing amidst it all.

Jiang Fei slowly landed in front of the white jade steps in front of the palace. Just as she was about to move forward, several hissing sounds came from the side, rushing towards her.

She turned around and saw a giant, azure python, at least three zhang long, approaching her with its tongue flicking and a murderous aura.

Jiang Fei stood still, while the system gasped in surprise.

The next instant, the giant python stopped when it saw Jiang Fei, its head hovering in the air as it gazed at her inquisitively.

Jiang Fei smiled: "Good boy."

With just one sentence, the giant python instantly transformed into a small snake the size of an arm, its head nuzzling against her skirt with a look of dependence and grievance.

Jiang Fei squatted down and stroked the snake's head with one hand: "Did you miss me?"

The little snake flicked its tongue and licked her palm, then seemed to remember something and looked up at her uneasily.

"Don't worry, no one can hurt me anymore," Jiang Fei reassured him.

The little snake finally relaxed, its body gently brushing against the back of her hand, then rolling around in her palm before staring at her with its round eyes, trying to please her.

Jiang Fei squinted and chuckled softly.

When Rong Li flew to the entrance of the palace, he saw a woman lazily stroking a spirit snake, enveloped in divine light.

Her slender fingers were more dazzling than white jade. Her profile was charming, her lips were beautiful, and a red line between her eyebrows conveyed a sense of superiority and pity, yet she was so alluring.

The spirit snake that forbade anyone from approaching Gong Yu was now shrunk in size, obediently letting her stroke it.

Jiang Fei.

She's back!

Rong Li stared blankly.

The serpent seemed to sense something, its eyes turned cold, and it hissed defensively in Rong Li's direction.

Jiang Fei glanced sideways at the man in black robes with his long hair tied up high not far away. She raised her eyebrows slightly, patted the little snake's head, stood up, and flew lightly to his side to examine him carefully.

Her sexy brows were now filled with undisguised bewilderment, her eyes trembled slightly, and her cold and stern face exuded a sharp and intimidating aura. Her slightly pursed thin lips were like a bright moon, but they lacked some of the coldness and instead possessed a touch of nobility.

However, his face showed signs of fatigue.

Jiang Fei leaned forward and tenderly lifted his handsome chin, bringing her close to his face. Her breath, carrying a seductive fragrance, lingered between them: "It's been several days since I last saw you. How come you've become so ugly, little Li'er?"

The movements were almost identical to those of gently stroking the serpent earlier.

Rong Li's body tensed suddenly, his Adam's apple bobbed, he hadn't seen him for several days...

The last time we met was nearly three thousand years ago. She was seriously injured and created a barrier, excluding everyone from her.

Rong Li opened her mouth, but her ears and eyes reddened at the same time: "Jiang Fei?" Her voice was hoarse.

"Hmm," Jiang Fei responded lazily, and asked softly, "Did you give the broken half of the marriage thread to Lian Jia?"

Rong Li's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Mm."

"Good boy," Jiang Fei smiled, gently stroking his cheek with the back of her hand before withdrawing it. "Stay here the whole time?"

Rong Li pursed her lips: "Mm."

Jiang Fei pondered for a moment, then leaned down and glanced sideways: "As the Crown Prince of the Phoenix Clan, it might be inappropriate for him to stay on my sacred mountain."

"Little Li'er, you shouldn't have stayed."

Rong Li paused, and after a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "...You're the one who made me stay, Jiang Fei."

"Hmm?" Jiang Fei thought about it seriously for a moment. In those distant memories, it seemed that such a thing had indeed happened, but...

“If I remember correctly, you were determined to kill me back then. When I forced you to become my divine guard, you stayed drunk for a full hundred days before enduring humiliation to come here.”

"Why are you now trying to cling to my sacred mountain?"

“Jiang Fei!” Rong Li suddenly looked up, but was stunned when he met her high and mighty gaze.

Alluring, yet heartless.

Not far away, amidst swirling mists, a white figure flew swiftly toward the palace.

Rong Li's expression changed slightly.

Jiang Fei didn't even bother to glance in that direction, only saying lightly, "Hmm, I find your heart's blood quite effective..." As she spoke, she lightly touched his thin lips with her index finger, leaning down intimately and saying, "This is compensation."

A white figure landed not far from the palace. Dressed in white, with white hair and fair skin, he swayed slightly, looking at the scene before him, his voice hoarse and unpleasant: "Jiang Fei!"

Jiang Fei, however, acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and leisurely flew into the palace, slightly raising his hand to set up a barrier.

Upon seeing the many exquisite wines on the shelf, he immediately beamed with joy and quickly grabbed a jar to satisfy his craving.

The divine wine is incredibly delicious, perfect for a good, unadulterated drink.

[System: Host, that person just now... was your former Daoist partner?]

Jiang Fei didn't even bother to open his eyes, lazily reclining on the jade couch, and sighed, "I didn't see clearly, but the voice does sound somewhat similar."

【system:……】

[System: Why are you ignoring him?]

"..."

[System: Could it be that the God-Slaying Wine is truly related to your former Daoist partner?]

"..."

[System: He...]

"Why are you talking so much these days?" Jiang Fei said slowly.

[System: I...]

It couldn't finish its sentence. Jiang Fei reached out and pressed his hand against his brow, unleashing a white, shifting beam of light. In the next instant, a jade hairpin appeared in his palm: "Here's your true form, so you won't bother me in my mind all the time."

As soon as the words were spoken, the system felt as if it had been pulled away, turning into a wisp of smoke. When it regained consciousness, it was already attached to the jade hairpin.

Jiang Fei inserted the jade hairpin into her hair: "My dear, you've been busy for hundreds of years, you should take a break too."

She tilted her head back and took a sip of wine from the jar, then collapsed again, having a long dream.

Former Daoist partners are really unlucky...

...

Jiang Fei was born in that mountain cave, nurtured by heaven and earth and nourished by the essence of the sun and moon.

It has been tens of thousands of years.

It is said that there are few innate ancient gods like her in the Six Realms.

There were once several ancient divine bodies, but they all ascended to heaven and disappeared without a trace, leaving only their bloodlines, which are now the supreme gods who rule the divine realm.

Since his birth, Jiang Fei has traveled freely throughout the six realms, enjoying beautiful scenery, drinking fine wine, and keeping beautiful women by his side.

With her innate divine physique, she has few rivals in the Six Realms. Whatever she sets her sights on, she always obtains it without exception.

All realms know of a goddess with "ice-like skin and jade-like bones, intoxicatingly beautiful, and charmingly alluring in her prime," who, though domineering, is not to be trifled with.

But I've only heard about it.

Thus she lived happily and without restraint for nearly ten thousand years.

Until one day, she was entangled with an old man.

The old man had a snow-white beard and skin, and whenever he saw her, he would smile and spout nonsense about "protecting the six realms and helping all living beings."

She forcibly took the beautiful woman, but the old man thwarted her plans.

She stole several jars of fine wine, and the old man demanded that she leave some money. If she didn't have any money, he would take advantage of her unpreparedness and steal her hairpin.

She preferred to sit on the clouds and watch the rain. With a wave of her hand, she used magic to create a torrential downpour, but the old man blew a gust of wind and dispersed her clouds.

...

As such, Jiang Fei found him extremely displeasing and repeatedly shook him off, preferring to lie drunk in the arms of a woman.

No matter how far or how long she was separated, the old man would always find her after some time, muttering "Amitabha Buddha" to himself.

Jiang Fei grew impatient and asked him why he was following her.

The old man laughed and said, "It is all predestined. Why don't you join me in protecting the peace of the six realms, Goddess?"

Jiang Fei's response was nothing more than rolling his eyes, and he continued to roam the Six Realms as usual.

In the end, Jiang Fei got annoyed by the old man and didn't leave the sacred mountain for several years. The old man also seemed to have disappeared.

One day, just when Jiang Fei thought the old man had finally given up and was preparing to descend to the mortal realm for pleasure, he saw thunder rumbling in the heavens above, with dark clouds rolling in, as if the world was about to be destroyed.

Only then did she realize that everything in this world is preordained, and since she had transformed into an ancient divine body, the tribulations she faced were naturally much more difficult than those faced by ordinary gods.

She will face a tribulation of lightning that will last for hundreds of years, being struck repeatedly until her soul is nearly gone, her divine body being restored and returned to its original state. She herself does not know at which point she will perish, completely merging with heaven and earth.

Unexpectedly, when she was at her weakest, the old man found her again and shielded her from the greatest calamity with his own body.

But he himself passed away.

Before he passed away, the old man held her hand and repeated the words he had said countless times before—"To protect the six realms and help all living beings."

He said, “All beings in the six realms are foolish, but you are very different from them. You were born in a heaven beyond heavens, how can you argue with those foolish people?”

Finally, he said, "You must protect the six realms for me."

Jiang Fei stared at the old man's blood-stained beard and his limbs, broken into pieces, and pondered for a long time.

Taking on the heavy responsibility of protecting the six realms would mean sacrificing too much of her freedom. After thinking for a moment, she finally found the loophole in his words: "If I were to have a child and give birth to a little goddess, could I entrust this task to her?"

The old man seemed to be angered by her bargaining, and said, "You brat." Then, unable to catch his breath, he sat down and passed away.

Jiang Fei stayed quietly alone on the sacred mountain for a long time.

It must be said that she was quite pleased with the old man's flattery before his passing.

When Jiang Fei emerged alive from this immense tribulation of lightning, the entire Six Realms were astonished. After all, the beings of the Six Realms knew that even if they joined forces, they would likely find it difficult to escape unscathed from the tribulation.

But after that, they discovered that the goddess who had been wandering the six realms had suddenly become righteous.

The celestial realm was shattered, and a goddess arrived to prevent a natural disaster.

The human world was suffering from drought, but the goddess sent down a torrential rain, which alleviated the drought.

In the demon realm, infighting broke out. The goddess bought a jar of fine wine and sat on a cloud to watch the show. Only when the two sides were fighting fiercely did she wave her hand to stop the fighting.

Thus, one case after another, one incident after another.

Jiang Fei felt that the old man was doing it on purpose.

After all, he was already old and probably didn't have much time left, while she was in the prime of her life, with millions of years ahead of her...

In addition, the moment the old man died, she suddenly realized that death is like a lamp going out, leaving nothing behind in the world.

The idea of ​​having a little goddess arose again, partly because her beauty and divine power needed to be inherited, and partly because she longed for her carefree days.

Therefore, if she wanted to give birth to a little goddess, the ancient gods were her first choice.

After hearing that "the dragon has nine sons, each different from the other," she was quite satisfied with the dragon clan's weak and uninvolved genetic lineage, especially the current Heavenly Emperor of the ancient dragon clan, whose wife died young.

Jiang Fei made a special trip to the territory of the Divine Dragon Clan in the God Realm, but the legendary fairyland had turned into a purgatory, with rivers of blood flowing everywhere.

Many members of the dragon clan died violently, the sea was shrouded in blood mist, and the clouds and mist in the immortal mountains were all stained blood red.

Jiang Fei met the Heavenly Emperor of the Divine Dragon Clan. He was indeed handsome and composed. Even though he was extremely weak, his face was as bright as the moon, and his eyes could make the sun and moon lose their light.

However, he was already on his deathbed.

Jiang Fei rushed forward to help him up: "You mustn't die, hold on for another day or two."

"Goddess..." Even the Heavenly Emperor knew her.

Jiang Fei breathed a sigh of relief: "If we can hold on for another day, five hours, or even two hours, it's not impossible, once I've collected the essence blood..."

"I beg the goddess to protect my frail and young son..." the Heavenly Emperor pleaded with his last breath before passing away.

He looks just like that old man from back then.

Jiang Fei paused, then, still unwilling to give up, probed his soul, only to find that he was already dead.

Jiang Fei let go of him in frustration.

Even when the Heavenly Emperor dies, he is equal to all living beings.

In the instant she turned her head, she saw a young monk in a snow-white robe standing not far away.

Lianjia—the youngest son of the Heavenly Emperor, was said to have been weak since childhood and was sent by the Heavenly Emperor to the Western Paradise to cultivate his health.

Lian Jia is only three thousand years old, but his youthful appearance already shows signs of brilliance. His face is as beautiful as jade, capable of making the world pale in comparison. His dragon horns on his forehead are snow-white. Although he is a little more childish than his father, he is even more magnificent. It is likely that his mother was also a peerless beauty.

Unfortunately, he has no hair.

Looking at the small face that perfectly matched his aesthetic, and recalling the Heavenly Emperor's dying words, Jiang Fei suddenly felt that perhaps he could barely ignore the difference of tens of thousands of years.

"Come with me?" She extended her hand to Lian Jia.

Lian Jia glanced at her, then looked at the river of blood behind her, his usually calm eyes gradually surging with a hatred that was out of character for a young man.

Then he rejected her.

Jiang Fei smiled faintly: "I can help you get revenge."

This time, Lianjia was moved.

Jiang Fei added, "On the condition that I help you avenge yourself, you must work for me, and I will sever the marriage line that Heaven has ordained for you until you continue my bloodline."

The Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Phoenix Clan have a lineage of intermarriage that has been passed down through generations.

Lenjah did not speak.

Jiang Fei turned and left, and at that moment, Lian Jia followed.

"By the way, let your hair grow long," Jiang Fei said slowly.

On this day, Lianjia, the youngest son of the Divine Dragon Clan, was taken to the ancient sacred mountain.