"The ancient war ten thousand years ago caused the death of countless lives, and the pillar of heaven was damaged as a result, which is why it looks like it is about to collapse today."
"I often wonder if the cultivation world would be peaceful if that ancient war had never happened."
"Unfortunately, things in this world cannot move according to my will, but if..."
"You've been spouting all this nonsense, but who exactly is she?!"
Xuanming changed his previous indifferent demeanor in front of Sheng Ning.
Upon hearing what Rong Zhuo said, his already impatient face grew even more irritated.
He frowned and looked at Sheng Ning. Seeing her unconscious state, he pursed his lips, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes.
Regardless of Sheng Ning's identity, from the moment she learned the purpose of A Yao's statue, her life no longer belonged to herself.
Rong Zhuo put down his teacup and returned to the table.
Looking down at the person before him, a slight smile finally appeared on his gentle face. "Creator God, Savior."
"Who would have thought that the creator god, whose soul was shattered into pieces after the ancient war, could actually be reborn?"
"Not only did she reincarnate, but she also displayed extraordinary talent. In the Northern Secret Realm, she even obtained a totem."
A sigh escaped his lips as Rong Zhuo stared intently at Sheng Ning, "If I had known she was the reincarnation of the Creator God, I would have insisted on keeping her in the Taixu Sect."
Unfortunately, there's no going back.
Even if she had to do it all over again, Sheng Ning would still choose to leave the Taixu Sect.
Unlike the annoyance that flashed across Rong Zhuo's eyes.
Xuanming's impatience turned into a stunned expression when he heard the terms of address Rong Zhuo used.
He took two steps forward, his gaze lingering on Sheng Ning's face. "Her? The Creator Goddess?"
Xuanming is the new Demon Lord, having reigned for only a thousand years.
As the Demon Lord, he was familiar with terms like the ancient war, the creator god, and the savior.
What he didn't expect was that the little girl who had kidnapped him was the reincarnation of the creator god.
"She must have known her own identity all along, and she will realize something is wrong when she wakes up."
Rong Zhuo stroked his beautiful beard. "She already has a totem in her body, as well as five elemental roots. Her fire elemental root has even mutated into the Nine Netherworld Fire."
"Demon Lord, you said..."
Sheng Ning is high-profile in his work, but low-profile in his personal life.
Adhering to the principle of "I will not offend others unless they offend me," she rarely provokes trouble unless the other party provokes her first.
Because she knew perfectly well that if her identity were exposed, she would not attract a large number of admirers.
Instead, it was a large number of people who wanted her dead.
Even Xuanming, the Demon Lord, had never seen the Nine Netherworld Fire before, yet he unexpectedly saw it on Sheng Ning, a teenage girl.
A look of astonishment flashed in his eyes. He reached out and placed his cold fingers on the back of her hand. "Nine Netherworld Fire, Five Elemental Roots."
"Sect Leader Rong, do you have any tools in your courtyard?"
It is no easy task to strip a cultivator of their spiritual roots.
It is necessary to ensure that the cultivator's vitality is strong, and also to ensure that the person who performs the action is skilled.
Otherwise, a cultivator's spiritual root is very fragile. During the process of extracting the spiritual root, it can easily be destroyed, and the cultivator will lose their life because of the loss of the spiritual root.
Upon hearing this, Rong Zhuo raised his head and met the gaze of the person in front of him.
Seeing the same thought reflected in the other's eyes, he smiled and nodded. "Of course, Demon Lord, please have a seat here."
After saying that, Rong Zhuo strode out of the tea room.
The tea room fell silent again, with only a pot of hot tea boiling on the clay stove, bubbling away.
The room was filled with the aroma of tea.
Xuanming stood motionless beside Sheng Ning, his pale face displaying an inscrutable expression that made it impossible to discern his thoughts.
Finally, as he turned around, he felt a familiar sensation of his limbs suddenly stiffening.
His eyes widened suddenly as he tried to turn around to check what was behind him, but a silencing talisman landed on his shoulder.
Pretending to be unconscious really tests one's acting skills; lying face down is so tiring.
The familiar voice transmission reached his ears, and Xuanming moved his fingers, only to find that he had two more Immortal Binding Ropes on his body.
It wasn't until a familiar figure came into his view that he realized that both he and Rong Zhuo had been deceived by the person in front of them.
Just moments ago, Sheng Ning had been lying on the table, drugged by Rong Zhuo, but now she stood before him, looking perfectly energetic.
He thought this was a foolproof plan, after all, he and Rong Zhuo had known each other for many years, and there couldn't be such a lack of understanding between them.
Therefore, after he was kidnapped by Sheng Ning, he did not send anyone to inform Rong Zhuo.
He believed that Rong Zhuo would make thorough preparations once he heard that he had been brought here bound.
He trusted Rong Zhuo enough, but overlooked Sheng Ning's intelligence.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down incessantly. He clearly sensed that the magic power within his body was frozen by the dragon's breath. Xuanming took a deep breath and opened his mouth with difficulty toward the person in front of him.
"you......"
Sheng Ning's attention was not on him at this moment, but rather she looked around the entire tea room.
Because the tea room is very old-fashioned and not very large, there is simply no place for people to hide.
When Rong Zhuo returns later, if he sees Xuan Ming in this state, he will definitely become suspicious.
With a silent click of her tongue, Sheng Ning returned to Xuan Ming's side. Seeing the frost covering his brows and eyes, she immediately put on a smiling face.
There's something I've always wanted to do, but I've never tried it because I was afraid of hurting others.
'As the leader of a race, the Demon Lord's strength is considerable; even if he were injured, it shouldn't be a major problem, right?'
Let's get right to it.
To prevent Xuanming from wandering around freely in his divine consciousness space, he also took weapons from his armory.
When she sent the person into the consciousness space, she deliberately covered him with immobilization talismans.
Finally, he didn't forget to remind Bai Ze, Xuanwu, and Gou Sheng to keep an eye on him and not let him run around.
Only then, seeing the shocked look in his eyes, did he take him into his spiritual space.
Meanwhile, outside the tea room.
Qin Chuan stood in the courtyard the whole time. Because a barrier had been set up outside the tea room, he was unaware of what was happening inside.
Seeing the sect leader leave the tea room and return to the main house, and then return to the courtyard, Qin Chuan suppressed his anxiety and stepped forward.
"metropolitan."
Rong Zhuo was in a hurry to return to the tea room to retrieve the spiritual root for Sheng Ning.
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared in front of him. He stopped and looked up at the person in front of him, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.
Immediately, his usual kind smile reappeared on his face. "Qin Chuan, what's the matter?"
Qin Chuan looked at the sect leader's kind and benevolent appearance and hesitated whether to speak or not, when he saw Rong Zhuo raise his hand and push him aside.
"I have important business to attend to. If you have nothing to say, then please wait outside, okay?"
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