"Burning Heaven, something's not right. Let's retreat first." Having cultivated to this level, Ruoshui trusted her intuition.
Although Fentian was unwilling, he still followed Ruoshui's advice.
"Want to leave? Not so easy." Ji Xiaoxiao emerged from the delivery room, transforming into a streak of light. With one hand she grabbed the dragon's tail of Burning Heaven, and with the other she grabbed the tail feathers of Weak Water.
"The Two Gods!" Fentian and Ruoshui shouted in unison.
Having long resided in the Divine Realm and remained detached from worldly affairs, I had heard of the two gods born in the Forest of Death, and seeing them today, I can attest that they truly lived up to their reputation.
"My lord, if you release us, we will leave immediately and never invade human territory again," Ruoshui said sincerely.
"You don't remember me?" Ji Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow.
I remember, how could I not remember?
If she were dead, they would have already repaid the debt of gratitude they owed Xiu Ran.
"Because of you, I died once. I didn't hold you accountable, but you went and swallowed all my people into the void to die."
Upon arriving in this world, Ji Xiaoxiao was busy cultivating and had long since banished the murderous Fire Dragon King and Water Phoenix to Java. Who knew they'd grow tired of living and showed themselves up to die, so old grudges and new ones were settled now.
"My lord, please let me tell you the story in detail..." Then Ruoshui told Ji Xiaoxiao about Xiuran and the things between them.
Xiu Ran once saved an important figure in the miracle, and Ruoshui and Fentian vowed to grant him one wish, if their circumstances allowed. Eighty years ago, Xiu Ran wished for her death. Ruoshui and Fentian kept their promise and agreed. They originally thought that Ji Xiaoxiao had perished in that attack, but unexpectedly, Xiu Ran sent a message a few days ago saying that they had broken their promise. Left with no other choice, Ruoshui and Fentian had to try again.
"So, it was Xiu Ran who instructed you?" Ji Xiaoxiao said.
"Yes, sir. If possible, we would not like to leave the miracle." Ruoshui repeatedly showed weakness, being respectful and showing no sign of reluctance.
Ji Xiaoxiao let out a long "Oh," then grabbed hard and pulled out Fentian's dragon tendon. With the dragon tendon gone, Fentian's massive body slammed helplessly to the ground.
"Burning Heaven?" Ruoshui was furious. "You lied to me?"
"Where did I lie to you?" Ji Xiaoxiao was not going to let Ruoshui go. She brandished the fresh dragon tendons and, in a flash, trapped Ruoshui tightly, making her unable to move.
"What goes around comes around. If you hadn't killed my people, you wouldn't be in this predicament." Ji Xiaoxiao twisted off Ruoshui's wings and threw Fentian and it into the void.
Having already taken in Fentian and Ruoshui, and those two scoundrels Xiuran and Situ Feng, Ji Xiaoxiao had no intention of letting them go. Moving at will, she arrived at Xiujue Mountain in the blink of an eye.
With a single, casual palm strike, the mountain before him was leveled to the ground.
"Come out! I know you're not dead!" Ji Xiaoxiao shouted into the billowing dust.
Suddenly, a strong wind arose, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky.
"You are very strong." Xiu Ran was bleeding profusely, and at his feet lay the half-dead Situ Feng.
"I know, you don't need to say more," Ji Xiaoxiao readily accepted Xiu Ran's kind words.
Xiu Ran bent down, threw Situ Feng into the air, and with a squeeze of his hand, the man exploded into a rain of blood.
"What are you doing?" Ji Xiaoxiao couldn't understand Xiu Ran's actions.
"Please spare my life," Xiu Ran replied casually.
Ji Xiaoxiao frowned deeply. She didn't believe Xiu Ran at all.
"Don't believe me?" Xiu Ran asked. "Then forget it."
Xiu Ran took a step forward, and countless iron chains burst forth, passing through Xiu Ran's body and tangling around Ji Xiaoxiao, pulling her downwards.
"I am willing to sacrifice myself to the heavens, to seek the supreme Dao, and to slay this man." Xiu Ran was trying to drag Ji Xiaoxiao into this mess!
More and more chains were added, and Xiu Ran's life force dwindled. A while later, Xiu Ran died.
After Xiu Ran died, the iron chains binding Ji Xiaoxiao formed her into a black ball. The ground began to crack, the black ball fell into the ground, and the cracks instantly closed up again.
A year later, at the site of Xiujue Mountain, a huge mausoleum stands majestically.
"Waaaaah..." Situ Sisi cried so hard she could barely breathe. Xie Fengfei held his youngest son, his eyes welling up with tears, and gently patted Situ Sisi.
“Madam, don’t be sad. Miss is a dual-god, she will definitely not die.” Dali’s eyes were firm. “Besides, I also used the Nine Lives Wedding Dress method, Miss will definitely be alright.”
“Dali, the Nine Lives Wedding Dress spell needs to be cast within three meters of someone who has been dead for less than ten days. Miss was cast into the dark underground, and you…” Zhishu didn’t want to discourage Dali, nor did she want Dali to be trapped in his fantasies all day long, unable to extricate himself.
"No, Miss is not dead, Miss is definitely not dead." Dali was a stubborn person; she believed that if Ji Xiaoxiao was alright, then Ji Xiaoxiao was safe and sound.
After a year of perseverance, Dali was exhausted, both physically and mentally. She knelt on the ground, pounding the earth and wailing in despair.
Those who saw it were heartbroken, and those who heard it wept. Someone said, "Don't cry."
---Aside---
Thank you for the flowers, Shenyu_Qingchen!
Thank you for the flowers, Shenyu_Qingchen!
Thank you for the flowers, Shenyu_Qingchen!
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