In their eyes, the South is the East...
change of weather?
The few remaining witch gods looked towards the horizon in confusion...
The eastern sky, at some point, was covered in a layer of black...
Amidst the darkness, a faint purple light flickered...
He Bo murmured.
"What is that?"
The mountain ghost no longer cared about hiding his body.
"Let's go! Jieyun!!"
He jumped out of the mist, trying to escape from Wushan...
The mountain ghost has a green face, fangs and is covered with hair. It is disgusting to look at, but it attracts cheers from a group of simple herdsmen outside the mountain.
Their God finally agreed to see them...
But the cheers were quickly swallowed back like a chicken with its neck stuck.
At the foot of Wushen Mountain, an inconspicuous sword moved, and the mountain ghost was struck by lightning and bounced back into the fog.
The herders didn’t quite understand…
Why is their God so embarrassed...
In just a short while, the sacred mountain in the eyes of the children of the grassland was shrouded in thick clouds of disaster.
The power of the heavenly tribulation filled them with fear.
Is this because God is angry?
Is it because we did something wrong?
The herders were confused.
In their eyes, perhaps, this is a punishment from God?
At this time, someone with sharp eyes finally discovered that a person appeared at the foot of Wushan Mountain.
He seems to be pulling something out?
He Bo did not show up, but his tone was full of doubts.
"Why does this Jieyun look so familiar?"
The Queen Mother of the West sighed again.
"Yeah, he looks familiar. We just left not long ago, and I didn't expect him to come find us."
Dongjun lost his composure, his emotions unstable for the first time, and he roared through gritted teeth.
"The sun, is that you!?"
"Are you going to betray us too?"
“Clang!~”
A sword sounded.
"Finally pulled it out."
Then, there was a slightly cynical voice.
"That strange bird felt that the human world was not worth living in, so it went to my underworld to keep Yue Gu company."
The remaining witch gods looked in the direction of the sound.
At the pass of Wushan Mountain, the Taoist sword that was suppressing them had been pulled out.
The man holding the sword was a young man dressed like a farmer, his clothes somewhat ill-fitting.
He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was winking at them.
"My fellow Daoists, I feel that this place is destined for me. I would like to transcend my tribulation here. Is that possible?"
"Of course, I'm just being polite. The truth is not up to you."
"The clouds in the sky can't hold it anymore!"
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