Chapter 103: The Lord of the Eight Golden Palaces of Guixu
A huge green dragon was surging in the clouds, like a giant python.
A huge dragon head poked out from the swirling clouds, and a pair of golden vertical pupils shone brightly as it looked down at her.
The dragon lay across the Heavenly Gate like a collapsing sacred mountain, slowly lowering its head and bowing to the God of War in front of the Heavenly Gate.
Qinglong said, "Your Highness, long time no see."
Ji Lingche had no expression on his face. He just raised his hand and tapped the dragon's forehead, and a dazzling light burst out from his fingertips.
The mane on the dragon's head moved in the wind, and its golden eyes blinked slowly. With endless pressure, a cold and low voice echoed in her mind: "Your Highness, are you going to kill me?"
"If you kill me, aren't you afraid that the Emperor will be angry with you?"
Ji Lingche had no expression on his face and only said, "Really?"
The Azure Dragon flicked its long tail lightly, stirring up the clouds and bringing a violent storm down upon the human world. It said gently, "Your Highness, there is no gain in defying Heaven's will."
"You are already the last Martial God in this heaven. If even you were to return to the void, there would be no more gods guarding the world."
The four martial gods from heaven guard the human world, the four directions: east, south, west and north.
And now she is the only one left?
Her pupils slightly constricted, and under the influence of her divine power, light snow slowly fell around her.
The massive dragon head leaned over, its hot breath blowing across her face. It simply said, "God of Xiwu, the Emperor has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Your Highness, please—"
The giant dragon swung its tail, bringing up misty rain and fog. It turned over and gracefully dived into the clouds, heading towards the human world.
Her eyes were slightly stern, knowing that the Azure Dragon was going to help the demons destroy the world, and she blew a long whistle from the bottom of her tongue.
As soon as the whistle sounded, an owl's cry was heard!
A golden light flashed, a strong wind blew, and suddenly a huge golden eagle appeared in the distance, covering the sky and the sun. A flap of its extremely wide wings was enough to bring up a strong wind that could destroy a city on earth.
Ji Lingche said: "Catch him!"
The eagle swooped down instantly and rushed towards the blue dragon.
The golden eagle was even bigger than the blue dragon. With its claws spread wide, it reached out to grab the dragon, making the dragon look like a green snake slithering through the clouds.
What a great eagle catching a little snake.
This golden eagle is a spiritual beast from heaven and has stayed with the God of West Wu for thousands of years.
Until the God of West Wu came down to earth to transcend the divine realm and transcend the tribulation, the eagle followed him and landed in the sand area of Red Mountain. From then on, it slept in the human world for hundreds of years until it was awakened again in the Nightmare Realm.
This sculpture was created by the spiritual power of heaven and earth. It is not an ordinary object of the mortal world. It is carried by the gods and has been nourished by the immortal energy in Baiyujing for thousands of years. It has been able to transform into a golden body.
During the fight, the green dragon was defeated and was torn by the giant claws, with its scales falling off and flesh and blood flying everywhere. It almost fell from the clouds and had to transform into a green-robed immortal, holding a snake-bone whip and swinging it violently, so that the whip wrapped around the claws of the golden eagle.
The golden eagle had no choice but to transform into a golden-robed immortal official, holding a golden feather fan, and started fighting in the clouds.
This Azure Dragon is the mount of the Azure Lord. He raised it to be arrogant and domineering, and it has always been rampant in the Heavenly Palace.
She had wanted to kill this dragon a long time ago, but unfortunately she never found the opportunity.
Ji Lingche narrowed his eyes, gathering a killing gesture at his fingertips. Just as he was about to strike, his eyes suddenly moved—
She saw a vague figure standing in the clouds, looking down at her from afar.
A faint brilliance flowed on the figure, as if covered with a layer of colorful gauze, and divine light was shining brightly; standing beyond the horizon, he was truly an immortal from the Nine Heavens, with a graceful and elegant figure.
She looked at the man for a moment, and the misty white shadow disappeared in an instant!
A red light flashed across Ji Lingche's pupils, and the evil fire in his heart suddenly burned. He ignored the green dragon and chased after the white shadow.
In a flash, she appeared in front of a magnificent immortal palace.
Without saying a word, she swung her sword with powerful spiritual power and chopped it down fiercely!
The sword light destroyed the sky and the earth, and half of the temple exploded.
The entire Baiyujing began to tremble, the wrath of the God of War caused the surroundings to change color and the temperature to rise suddenly.
She stepped into the Golden Palace step by step, her spiritual pressure emanating, and the golden pillars of the temple melted silently as she passed by.
A person was sitting upright on a white jade throne high up.
The celestial being sat high on a bright platform, his appearance beautiful yet dignified, his eyes free of anger and desire. He was like a deep pool of water, able to absorb all the emotions in the world.
The God of War walked in step by step, dragging his long sword, forcing back the deep spiritual pressure of the god inch by inch, and walked straight towards him.
The Emperor showed no expression, his eyes slightly lowered, and his voice echoed: "You are back."
The God of War stopped, stood under the platform, and looked up at the god on the throne.
With a loud bang, several golden pillars around could not withstand the collision of the two divine powers and exploded into powder in an instant. The rubble and broken bricks fell like a rainstorm, and the white jade throne on the high platform collapsed in the impact.
The figure on the throne remained motionless, standing alone among the ruins.
With each word she spoke, she took a step forward, until the universe trembled—
"What the hell are you doing?!"
The emperor of heaven, the master of the Golden Palace, and the most auspicious god in the eyes of the world.
They are actually slaughtering mortals and trying to destroy the world.
She didn't intend to hear the answer to this question. Before she finished speaking, the long sword came rolling towards her with the power to split mountains and split seas!
Qingjun slowly raised his hand and lightly touched with his fingertips, stopping the violent sword force, and the sword moves turned into nothingness at his fingertips.
The voice of the Golden Palace Master was as clear as a spring, without any emotion, and seemed to have a gentleness that could encompass all things in the world: "I am only clearing up the way of heaven."
Ji Lingche's long sword hit the ground with a clang, and the ground of Xiandu cracked inch by inch.
She seemed to have heard something funny and said, "What a great way to cleanse the heavens."
Qingjun flicked his sleeves gently and said in a gentle voice: "I have been worshipped in the human world for thousands of years."
"Auspicious God?" He raised the corner of his mouth, his tone flat and emotionless: "Every time those mortals light a stick of incense, the thought of greed echoes in my ears."
"They dare not speak of their wishes to others, but they dare to speak to the gods. For thousands of years, I have heard countless filthy words from the world."
"I finally see clearly why the Way of Heaven can never be at peace."
Ji Lingche sneered and said, "Don't forget, you were once a mortal."
Unlike her, who was a god transformed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, Qingjun was also a cultivator from the mortal world many, many years ago, and he ascended to become a god after going through untold hardships.
Qingjun showed no expression and said calmly, "The Dao is ruthless."
"I have cultivated the ruthless path to ascend to heaven, so I have naturally given up my mortal desires long ago."
He flicked his sleeves lightly, and a gentle breeze blew past. The collapsed temple slowly recovered, and the soft flame of the golden lamp burned again.
The traces of destruction caused by her anger were slowly wiped away, as if nothing had happened.
The Emperor slowly descended from the high platform and walked towards her: "Love separates, hatred meets, desire cannot be achieved, the seven emotions are blazing, the six desires are burning."
"This is the mortal mind."
His tone was like ripples on the water caused by the breeze, without any emotion, neither compassion nor anger.
"Greed, anger, ignorance, loneliness, contempt, doubt, arrogance, hatred, these are all ordinary thoughts—"
"It is the beginning of all sin and the source of all ugliness."
"As long as mortal desires persist, the Way of Heaven will never find peace. What's wrong with me purging the Way of Heaven?"
Before he could finish, a long sword pointed at his heart, stopping him in his tracks.
"Shut up!" the God of Westward Martial shouted. "Using all your fallacies and heresies to excuse yourself will not atone for your crimes."
Sword energy swirled around the sword, and crow feathers fell gracefully. The enlightened sword became even more powerful, and the entire Baiyujing was covered in black snow, carrying an earth-shattering pressure.
But gods like Qingjun have already achieved enlightenment and reached the pinnacle, becoming the Emperor of the Three Realms and the Lord of the Jinque Palace; their status is so high and their divine power is so strong that they are able to influence the way of heaven.
Even a god like her, who was created by heaven and earth, could not compete with her.
Qingjun didn't move at all, and the tip of the God of War's sword kept shaking, as if the sword was about to break.
He slowly raised his hand, as if lifting a feather, and quietly dissipated her manic divine power, like a trickle flowing into the sea, and it disappeared.
The Green Emperor lowered his gaze and said calmly, "If you can't overcome your mortal desires, even if you are a god, you are just a mortal with magical powers—"
"Including you."
Ji Lingche's spiritual power couldn't help but stagnate, and he actually retreated.
The Emperor slowly followed and said in a gentle voice, "Gods and immortals like you who are easily moved by emotions should all be banished to the mortal world."
"Together with those who are controlled by their mortal desires, they will perish forever."
Qingjun leaned over and looked into her eyes. She was dazed for a moment, as if her mind was bewitched.
He whispered, "Do you think you have truly succeeded in overcoming the tribulation?"
"If you really have overcome the tribulation of love, how could you hate me?"
When Ji Lingche heard this, the red light in his pupils appeared again.
Qingjun leaned forward and chuckled, "Since you failed to transcend the tribulation, how can you be worthy of returning to the divine position?"
"Go, and fall into hell forever."
Her pupils turned blood red, and the sword in her hand burst out with dazzling lightning, and she slashed down at the god in front of her!
The divine sword stirred up a raging sea-like energy, causing the temple to shake violently. With one sword, the shadow in front of him was shattered into pieces.
Ji Lingche finally emerged from the illusion. She looked around, but there was no trace of Qingjun.
There was pitch darkness all around, with only a wide river emitting a faint green glow.
Countless black shadows were whistling and running around her.
here it is……
Huangquan?!
She only felt her heart beating very fast, and she felt a little dizzy for a moment.
The Green Emperor's power had reached its peak, becoming part of the Way of Heaven. She was no match for him. After just a few words from him, she was bewitched and fell into a trance, unaware that her godhood had fallen to the underworld.
If her emotional turmoil had not been suddenly mentioned, causing her emotions to fluctuate, she would not have been able to withdraw so easily.
If the divine nature were to float in the underworld like this, it would definitely be severely damaged.
She staggered a few steps and finally managed to stand.
In the distance, the green river water gurgled, surrounded by countless ghosts waiting for reincarnation, walking along the river.
She was momentarily distracted and stood there for a long time, feeling as if a knife was cutting her heart.
She knew that Qu Wu Ji's reincarnated soul would not be here.
If a person is killed by a god who has attained enlightenment, his soul will turn to ashes on the spot and will never be reincarnated.
Even if there is a god with the power to see through the heavens and the earth, he cannot bring back the soul of the love disaster.
Ji Lingche suddenly felt a little depressed, his heart aching along with his left arm. As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with scenes from his time in the human world.
Because she was created from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, she has no name in heaven, and everyone calls her Her Highness Seibu.
After floating for so long, she didn't even know who she was. She was about to disappear into the abyss, so she had to come down to earth to survive the calamity.
But she has been floating in the sky for thousands of years, but her perception of life is not as good as that of a hundred years on earth.
From then on, she had a name.
Only after her journey through the mortal world did she truly have life.
Therefore, she thought, Qu Wu Ji had never been an ant that served as a stepping stone for the gods to ascend to heaven.
He is her true Taoist partner.
The human heart is never an ugly thing.
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