The immortals stood around the altar, their eyes filled with astonishment and awe.
They witnessed an incredible scene: the extremely solid altar that required Ning Bai and Xia Qian to work together to open was slowly opened by the power of Song Jiao alone.
Song Jiao stood alone in front of the altar, her figure appearing particularly resolute under the illumination of the divine fire.
The divine fire burned fiercely, as if even the sky was dyed red by its light, warm and mysterious.
"This... How is this possible?" an immortal said in a trembling voice, his voice full of disbelief, "Could it be because she awakened the ancient divine vein?"
Whispers suddenly broke out all around, and all kinds of speculations and discussions surged like a tide.
Everyone was trying to explain this miracle, and all eyes were focused on Song Jiao.
The heat wave of the divine fire hit her face, but it seemed unable to shake Song Jiao's calmness like water.
She stood there quietly, as if isolated from the whole world, with only a determined light flashing in her clear eyes.
As time passed, a majestic shadow gradually emerged on the ancient altar.
The shadow merely cast a glance, and the surrounding immortals fell to their knees, unable to withstand the pressure of the divine might.
However, Song Jiao did not move at all.
She looked up at the shadow, without a trace of fear in her eyes.
It was as if she was telling the so-called ancient god that if he dared to make an unfair judgment, she would take action without hesitation.
The shadow slowly spoke, his voice majestic and deep: "Goddess Yan Xue is innocent."
The title of a supreme god has proved everything.
That means her strength has reached the level of a supreme god. The immortals were secretly shocked, but at the same time they were glad that they had not acted rashly before.
This title is undoubtedly the ancient god's highest recognition of Song Jiao's strength.
But Song Jiao was not satisfied. She asked, "What about those two? Isn't the Ancient God going to give an explanation?"
The ancient god was silent for a moment, obviously afraid of Song Jiao's strength.
He slowly said, "How does Lord Yan Xue want to deal with this?"
The ancient god certainly knew who the person in front of him was. He was a being more terrifying than the way of heaven.
The immortals were shocked again. They had never seen the ancient god ask for someone's opinion in this way.
Song Jiao seemed nonchalant. She looked at the shadow calmly and said, "Then let's handle it according to the rules of heaven."
"This..." The Ancient God seemed a little embarrassed, but finally agreed to Song Jiao's request. "Of course."
Song Jiao nodded and said, "Then I'll have to trouble the ancient god." After that, she waved her hand lightly, and the sacred fire on the altar was extinguished instantly.
This scene shocked all the immortals present. They looked at Song Jiao's back, their hearts filled with awe and admiration.
Song Jiao's gaze shot towards Shui Linglong like an ice knife, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Shui Linglong, have you heard those discussions? So, in your opinion, how should I deal with you?"
Although she did not call herself "the Supreme God" in her words, her majesty was impossible to ignore.
Shui Linglong's face turned as pale as paper in an instant, her legs went limp, and she knelt on the ground.
Her voice trembled, filled with fear and regret. "Goddess Yan Xue, I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. Please give me a chance to reform."
Song Jiao remained unmoved. She snorted coldly, with a sharp gleam in her eyes.
She raised her leg and kicked Shui Linglong without hesitation, "You weren't like this when you were talking nonsense just now."
Before she finished speaking, she raised her hand and waved it, and the immortal power in Shui Linglong's body disappeared in an instant as if it was sucked away by a vacuum cleaner.
Having lost the support of her immortal power, Shui Linglong collapsed to the ground, her eyes filled with despair.
"Since you like to gossip so much, then go to reincarnation and be a gossipss!" Song Jiao's words were like a judgment, and Shui Linglong's figure disappeared without a trace in the fairy world.
The fairies around were silent, especially those female fairies who had previously agreed with Shui Linglong. They were so frightened that they dared not even breathe.
They were afraid that Song Jiao's anger would affect them.
Song Jiao looked around and saw that no one dared to act rashly. She waved her hand and said, "Everyone, disperse! From today on, we will restore order in the immortal world."
As soon as she finished speaking, a deep and majestic voice suddenly echoed from the void: "High God Xia Qian and High God Ning Bai, due to their personal affairs, have delayed important matters in the Immortal Realm, causing chaos in the Immortal Realm and bringing misery to the people of the mortal world. After consultation among the gods, it has been decided to expel them from the Immortal Ranks and send them into the cycle of reincarnation."
As the voice fell, the two names in the list of gods quietly disappeared.
The entire fairy world was shaken, and all the fairies felt the solemn atmosphere brought about by this change.
Amidst the flying dust of the mortal world, Xia Qian and Ning Bai worked as usual, their clothes soaked with sweat and their faces covered with dust.
Ever since they were thrown into the mortal world by Yan Xue that day, they have been treated like slaves.
Suddenly, the ancient god's majestic voice echoed between heaven and earth like thunder. The two men stopped what they were doing in shock and looked at each other.
Xia Qian's face turned pale in an instant. She held Ning Bai's hand tightly and said in a trembling voice, "Did you hear that? That's the voice of the ancient god!"
Ning Bai nodded, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes: "I heard it, we have to find Fan Lin quickly, he may know what happened."
The two men ran towards the city wall like crazy, their hearts beating as fast as drums.
They stood on the city wall and tried to cast spells, but no matter how hard they tried, there was no reaction to the spells in the air.
They couldn't even feel their own cultivation, and the feeling of emptiness made them feel unprecedented panic.
Xia Qian's body began to tremble. She turned around and held Ning Bai's hand with tears in her eyes. "Why is this happening? Why are our spells ineffective? Why can't we feel our cultivation progress?"
Ning Bai held Xia Qian's hand tightly, trying to comfort her: "Qian Qian, don't panic. We may have been expelled from the immortal class, but the most important thing now is to figure out what happened."
Tears welled up in Xia Qian's eyes, and she choked up, "Why were we expelled from the Immortal Ranks? We became mortals? What on earth is going on?"
Ning Bai took a deep breath and looked up into the air, his eyes filled with confusion and unwillingness. "I don't know the specific reason, but we can wait for Fan Lin to come and ask him. He has been in the Immortal Realm for a long time, so he must know more about the situation than us."
The two of them stood on the city wall, anxiously waiting for Fan Lin's arrival.
But what they were waiting for was not Fan Lin, but Song Jiao.
"What are you doing here? Don't you think we're miserable enough?" Xia Qian asked angrily.
Song Jiao smiled and said, "Of course I came here to laugh at you! Look at what you look like now."
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