Chapter 1: Mountains, Rivers, and States
Zhongzhou, stream township.
Fang Xianyu, whose soul was almost exhausted, finally fell to this place. She quickly escaped into a statue in the temple of Taiyin Niangniang, intending to use the incense and vows accumulated in the statue to nourish her soul, but she did not expect that the statue was actually empty.
It was not until this time that she discovered that this Taiyin Niangniang Temple, which should have been a bustling place of incense, had been abandoned and dilapidated, with even the glutinous rice cakes on the altar table moldy.
Have the nearby villages moved away?
Fang Xianyu was quite confused.
She released her spiritual sense and scanned the area within hundreds of miles, only to find that the surrounding villages were in ruins, like hell on earth.
Before she could think about it, her spiritual sense suddenly moved - many immortals and gods were coming here.
However, the few porters who were resting in the temple were still chatting with sad faces, unaware of anything happening.
"Zhongzhou City is now a living hell! Those gods have massacred everyone in the city!"
"If you ask me, that's not a god at all! It's clearly a demon!"
"Don't dare to lie!"
"You're going to die!"
There was also a very young foot merchant who curiously asked: "Why is Zhongzhou City like this!?"
"This happened a few days ago! All the sects, towns, and even villages in Zhongzhou that worshipped Lady Taiyin were slaughtered without a single person left alive! The Guangcheng Sect next door was completely wiped out from top to bottom!"
The young merchant was terrified: "How could this be! Aren't they gods?!"
"Hey! Immortal?"
The one who suddenly spoke was a Jindan cultivator who had been silent in the corner. He was dressed simply and carried a huge broad sword on his back. It was obvious that he was not with the group of foot merchants.
His expression was calm, and he uttered words that made Fang Xianyu's hair stand on end: "As soon as the incident happened in Zhongzhou City, the Star Lord Jiaomu was immediately alarmed, and he simply had his horns chopped off, his tendons pulled out, his scales plucked out, and he was taken to Xuwei Mountain."
After he finished speaking, he still felt it was not enough, so he sneered and continued, "Of the twenty-eight star monarchs, thirteen died on the spot because of Zhongzhou, and no remains were found. Eleven were exiled to the Netherworld, and four stayed indoors. There are more than one hundred cities in Zhongzhou, and more than eighty of them were destroyed. The number of civilians who died was tens of millions."
As he spoke, the foot merchants around him began to sob quietly.
Who making a living in this world doesn’t have deceased relatives or friends?
Fang Xianyu was filled with rage—she had only been in outer space for half a month, how could such a villain dare to set his sights on her Zhongzhou!? Where was the Taiyi Qiankun Sect!?
The oldest foot merchant murmured in confusion: "Why is it so?"
"Yeah! Why is it so?"
The swordsman's voice suddenly became louder, and he actually used his spiritual power to spread out, causing hundreds of birds in the nearby mountains and forests to fly away in panic.
He only said: "For an ancient treasure that you don't know whether it is real or fake, you have committed such a sin! Are you immortal gods or demons!?"
“Yes…it’s the Immortal!”
The young porter had the sharpest eyes. He was the first to notice the sky full of gods and fairies outside the temple. The colorful rays of light reflected brilliantly, looking extremely unattainable.
The oldest foot merchant was the first to prostrate himself on the ground, his whole body shaking with fear. Only his lips quivered as he cried out, "God, please spare me! God, please spare me!"
Most of the other foot merchants were so horrified that they were speechless, and the temple was even filled with a foul odor and the smell of urine.
"Why do you have to worship?"
The monk carrying the knife laughed loudly and said, "How ridiculous! What kind of immortality are you cultivating? What kind of truth have you attained? Why do you deserve to be worshipped?"
A middle-aged Taoist priest standing on the colorful auspicious cloud swung the whisk in his hand, half scolding and half explaining: "What do you know, kid! That witch used the 'Map of Mountains and Rivers' to bring disaster to the world! We are only following the will of heaven and have captured her!"
The monk with the knife on his back laughed even louder as if he had heard a joke. He said, "Witch? You want to call the first golden immortal of the Ten Continents and Three Islands, the only Taiyin God who has achieved the Tao of Taiyin in three thousand years, a witch? The witch you are talking about built Zhongzhou City single-handedly! She has protected countless Zhongzhou lives! And what about you? You have killed more than tens of thousands of innocent people! Who is good and who is evil?!"
The middle-aged Taoist's face darkened, and he felt a little embarrassed. A beautiful woman beside him quickly scolded him, "What benefit did that witch give you? How dare you make excuses for her like this!"
"you--"
The monk with the knife on his back wanted to say something else, but the immortals and gods didn't want to listen any more. One of the men casually waved a golden light, intending to take his life!
It turned out that all this was for her "Map of Mountains, Rivers and States".
At the critical moment, Fang Xianyu sighed and escaped from the statue. She raised her hand and waved it lightly, and the golden light disappeared instantly.
The monk carrying a knife on his back was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Fang Xianyu who seemed to have appeared out of thin air beside him.
"Alas, justice exists in heaven and earth, so why should we be afraid of what others say?"
Fang Xianyu's voice was not loud, but it was heard by almost everyone present.
The Taoist holding the whisk raised his eyes and said, "Witch! You are really here! Hand over the 'Map of Mountains, Rivers and States' and I will spare your life today."
Fang Xianyu was extremely angry and cursed: "While I was away, you destroyed my Zhongzhou City and slaughtered my Zhongzhou people. You are so bold."
A very familiar figure appeared in the clouds: "Alas, Senior Sister, why are you so angry? If you hadn't insisted on monopolizing the 'Map of Mountains and Rivers' and harming the origin of heaven and earth, we wouldn't have resorted to such a desperate measure."
"It seems that Taiyi Qiankun Sect gave you the courage." Fang Xianyu laughed in anger, and identified the power base and origins of the immortals in front of him one by one, and recited with a fake smile: "Zhongzhou Taiyi Qiankun Sect, Penglai Supreme God... Oh, Penglai Island, let me see, Penglai, Fangzhang, Kunlun, great, all ten continents and three islands have sent people, what a big scene."
Someone else said, "God of the Moon, we still respect you as a God, please hand over the 'Map of Mountains, Rivers, States and Countries' so that Zhongzhou City can be rebuilt. Don't be stubborn anymore."
"Rebuild?" Fang Xianyu asked angrily, "The city can be rebuilt after being demolished, but what about the dead people? Are you here to pay for your lives?"
"They are just mortals. Why get so angry?"
"They are just a group of mortals...Haha! They are just a group of mortals!" An unprecedented strong murderous intent rose in Fang Xianyu's eyes, so for the first time, she summoned out a scroll in front of everyone.
She asked in a hoarse voice, in a language that no one except herself had ever heard before: "How many points do I have left?"
A language that was also extremely unfamiliar to everyone came from the scroll: "One hundred and twenty-three thousand four hundred and eighty-one."
When the immortals and gods in the sky saw the golden scroll, they all looked greedy.
"Since I was born in this world, I have always been restrained in doing things," Fang Xianyu looked very calm, but his eyes were cold, looking at the immortals and gods around him like dead people, "but today I found that I can't be too restrained when doing big things."
"not good--"
The leading god from Penglai felt a slight movement, his expression changed, and he turned around and was about to fly away.
It’s a pity that it’s too late!
Fang Xianyu flew up into the air, and the tremendous energy in the golden scroll surged towards her. In the blink of an eye, something huge seemed to condense between heaven and earth, and a devastating white light spread from where she was.
In an instant, heaven and earth were silent, the mountains were broken, the flowers and trees were dead, and all that could be seen was a scorched earth.
No matter how high their status or how strong their cultivation, all the immortals and gods nearby will be reduced to nothingness.
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