With the arrival of Li Jing's reinforcements, the two sides entered a stalemate. Nangong Shi stopped attacking, and Li Jing did not send troops to attack either. Both sides seemed to be waiting for the other to make a move, and the entire Sishui Pass suddenly became very quiet.
But how long this situation can last, no one knows. Both sides know that they are only one spark away from each other, and once it is ignited, it will surely spread like wildfire.
"General, are we just going to wait like this?" someone from Xiqi asked.
Nangong Shi gazed at the majestic Sishui Pass in the distance; it seemed that the absence of an attack over ten days had not caused the slightest damage to this formidable pass.
“What happens next is beyond human control; we just need to wait,” Nangong Shi said.
All the generals fell silent upon hearing this. This battle was extremely frustrating; so many sacrifices had been made, and this was the result.
However, how could these people know that the Great Tribulation of the Gods was initiated through slaughter? Without the deaths of so many mortals, how could the calamity energy in the primordial world be formally activated?
At this moment, the battlefield was filled with a murderous aura. This aura was formed from the blood of the dead and wounded on both sides and the souls of the deceased. These souls could not even go to the underworld and could only wander between heaven and earth as murderous aura, waiting to be deified and become heavenly soldiers and generals.
In the underworld, at the entrance of a palace, Houtu, the goddess, looked at the gloomy sky and sensed the increasingly strong malevolent energy in the human world. She couldn't help but sigh.
"Is this just the beginning? How many more people will die?" Houtu murmured.
Just then, a white light flew down from the sky and transformed into a figure. It was a beautiful woman dressed in white, emanating a chilling aura. As soon as she landed, layers of frost instantly appeared on the ground.
Houtu glanced at the newcomer and nodded slightly.
The woman slowly walked towards Houtu and smiled gently.
“You’ve been standing here for several days,” the woman said.
"Xuanming, can you sense it? The suffering in the mortal realm," Houtu said.
The woman was Xuanming, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and one of only two women among them. In ancient times, she held the titles of Winter Goddess and Sea Goddess. Like Houtu, Xuanming disliked killing, and therefore did not suffer many calamities. She survived under Nuwa's protection. However, in other prehistoric worlds, Xuanming also appeared as a man, but in the Investiture of the Gods world, she was a woman.
“How could I not know? But there’s nothing we can do, can’t you see? This time, our Underworld has been excluded from the calamity.” Xuanming sighed softly.
"They're still wary of us, even after all these years," Houtu said with a self-deprecating laugh.
"Don't overthink it. This is for the best. The Witch Clan shouldn't exist in the mortal world anyway. It's good for them to live in the Underworld," Xuanming said.
"I hope so, but I'm afraid some people don't want us to stay out of it." Houtu nodded.
"You mean that mysterious person from last time?" Xuanming frowned slightly. He had sensed it when Li Daoyi and his group came to Yinshan in the Underworld.
"I can't see through him, but I always feel that he is not simple. Someone who can gain the approval of the God-Slaying Spear must not be unknown. He should be involved in this great calamity," Houtu said.
"I see." Xuanming nodded.
Just then, a red light slid down from the sky above the underworld. Houtu and Xuanming exchanged a glance, slightly surprised.
"Red embroidered ball," the two said in unison.
The red light transformed into a red embroidered ball, about a foot in diameter, pink in color, adorned with tassels and beads, jingling and shimmering with a pale red glow. The ball gently came to rest in front of the two of them.
"Houtu and Xuanming, please come to Nuwa Palace for a chat." Nuwa's voice came from the embroidered ball.
The two nodded, and the embroidered ball flew up again, carrying them away from the underworld.
In the South China Sea, a giant gourd floats leisurely on the sea. On the gourd sits Jianglong, Daji, and Princess Longji, while Saitama and Ji Fa swim in the sea in front of the gourd.
"Hehehe... Come on, come on, hurry up!" Mengmeng ran happily barefoot on the sea, constantly cheering on the two of them.
By this time, the two had been swimming for several days in a row. On the gourd, Jianglong watched this scene helplessly, finding it quite amusing.
Longji looked at Mengmeng with envy. She also wanted to go into the water to play, but girls are always a little reserved, as was Su Daji beside her.
"Alright, that's about enough. Come on up, Putuo Island is just ahead," Jianglong shouted to the group.
"Whoosh..." Mengmeng cheered and leaped back onto the gourd, throwing herself directly into Daji's arms.
At the same time, a small island radiating bursts of Buddhist light appeared before everyone's eyes; it was Putuo, the sacred site of Guanyin.
At this moment, in front of Luojia Mountain, in the center of the lotus pond, Wutian slowly opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.
Behind him, Guanyin, who was sitting on a huge lotus platform, also opened her eyes.
"Hey, you bald guy Wutian, I'm here!" Mengmeng's voice carried from afar.
"Amitabha Buddha," Wutian chanted.
The two then looked up at the sky and saw a giant gourd falling from the sky.
"Giggle..."
Amidst laughter, Mengmeng's adorable figure jumped down from the gourd, and Guanyin quickly reached out to catch the little one.
"Sister Guanyin." Mengmeng buried her little head in Guanyin's arms.
"Why are you here?" Guanyin gently patted Mengmeng's little head and asked.
“Jianglong and the others are here too,” Mengmeng said.
Immediately afterwards, several more figures jumped down from the gourd, among them two very bright bald heads, followed by Daji, Princess Longji, and Ji Fa.
"Disciple pays respects to the Buddha." Jianglong put his hands together in prayer.
"Excellent, excellent." Wutian was also meeting Jianglong for the first time, and nodded with a smile.
Guanyin was slightly taken aback. He naturally recognized the person in front of him and realized that the other Buddhist disciple Wutian had mentioned earlier was actually Jianglong.
"Long time no see, Sister Cihang," Jianglong said to Guanyin with a smile.
"I never expected it to be you," Guanyin said with a wry smile. The true disciple personally accepted by the Primordial Heavenly Lord, the extraordinary talent of the Subduing Dragon, is actually a Buddhist disciple, and it seems that this guy had a purpose when he joined Kunlun back then.
"Hi..." Saitama greeted the two of them.
"You are Saitama?" Wutian looked Saitama up and down, then his eyes were filled with admiration.
"Such a powerful physique, it's unbelievable," Wutian said.
"Don't look at me like that, I don't want to be a monk," Saitama quickly waved his hand and said.
"Hahaha..." Everyone burst into laughter.
Although it was their first meeting, the group didn't seem awkward with each other.
Wow, so many fish, such big fish!
Just then, Mengmeng leaned her head down into the pond and looked at the carp swimming around, shouting happily.
For some reason, Guanyin suddenly felt a sense of unease.
At this moment, Wutian seemed to sense something, his eyes emitted a golden light, and he looked into the distance.
"Eeya?" Mengmeng also raised her head and looked into the distance, in the same direction as Wutian.
"What's wrong?" Jianglong asked.
“The Undying Volcano,” Wutian said.
"The immortal volcano..."
"It's my brother! I see my brother!" Mengmeng shouted happily.
After the little guy finished speaking, he jumped out of Guanyin's arms, turned around, and disappeared.
Wu Tian shook his head helplessly as he watched this scene.
"You all wait here." After saying that, Wutian's figure flickered and disappeared from the lotus platform.
The others looked at each other, bewildered, wondering what had happened.
In the far south of the South China Sea, a place where life is scarce, there is a towering mountain peak that reaches into the clouds. To be precise, it is a volcano. In ancient times, there were two great mountains on the primordial continent. One was called Buzhou Mountain, and the other was this mountain, known as the Immortal Volcano.
The Undying Volcano, the former home of the Phoenix Clan, was detonated during the Great Calamity of the Dragon and Han Dynasties. The great battle between the Ancestral Dragon and the Primordial Phoenix ignited this place, and the Undying Volcano was breached, spewing out surging magma. In the end, Hongjun intervened and stabilized the Undying Volcano, thus preventing the devastation of life. And it was because of this that after the Great Calamity, the Primordial Phoenix sealed the Undying Volcano with its own power, and it remains sealed to this day.
At this moment, in the crater of the Undying Volcano, Li Daoyi and Kong Xuan quietly looked down. There was a patch of fiery red magma that appeared very calm, but beneath the magma, where the aura that occasionally flowed out was sealed, was a powerful being, Yuan Feng, a being whose strength was comparable to Hunyuan.
"Is that a sycamore tree?" Li Daoyi asked, looking at a large tree burning fiercely at the bottom of the volcano.
A hint of sadness flashed in Kong Xuan's eyes, then he nodded.
"Yes, it was a sycamore tree, and it has been burning ever since."
The volcano is huge, comparable to a small continent; otherwise, it wouldn't have become the Phoenix Clan's home.
But now it is a desolate place, with red lava and gray-black rocks making it lifeless.
"Please save my mother," Kong Xuan said, kneeling down before Li Daoyi.
"Heave-ho."
Just then, Mengmeng's voice suddenly appeared, and her small figure fell from the air, directly rushing towards Li Daoyi.
"Why is it you again?" Li Daoyi said helplessly as he hugged the little guy.
"Giggle..." Mengmeng laughed happily, as if to say that she never misses a good show.
"Oh, Wutian has come too." Li Daoyi then looked into the distance, where a golden light was flying towards them.
The golden light fell upon the group, revealing Wutian.
"Amitabha." Wutian clasped his hands together.
"Little bird, why are you kneeling?" Mengmeng asked Kong Xuan curiously.
“Uh…” Kong Xuan was stunned for a moment.
"Is Yuanfeng sealed here?" Wutian asked, glancing at the crater.
“That’s right. I promised Kong Xuan before that I would rescue his mother.” Li Daoyi nodded.
“Excellent, excellent.” Wutian nodded.
"Your arrival is just in time; it saves me a lot of trouble," Li Daoyi said with a smile, pinching Mengmeng's chubby little face.
"Eeya?" Mengmeng tilted her little head and looked at Li Daoyi with some confusion.
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