Chapter 164 Mangshen Mountain Range (4)
This was a great shaman who was not recorded in detail in the "Witchcraft". Ji Rong did not know which generation of great shaman he belonged to, but that did not prevent her from knowing the name and past of this great shaman through these phantoms. She praised, "Honoring the great shaman Qi".
Suddenly, these hundred phantoms seemed to be injected with power. They broke through the blockade of the broken bowl fragments and followed Ji Rong's roots to cover the leaf veins. They formed a great witch shape made up of a hundred or so fragments on Ji Rong's leaf veins.
After Ji Rong absorbed the hundred illusory fragments, the bowl fell to the ground. Countless golden lights rose again from the mountain, surging towards the earthen bowl, and gradually repairing the cracks on it.
Although the earthen bowl was still broken, at least the fragments had been pieced together. The mountain and water then continued to speak in divine language to the cracked bowl on the ground: "What do you desire?"
The cracked bowl then flew crookedly towards the mountains and rivers, but it couldn't fly up.
Upon seeing this, Ji Rong asked, "Divine Lord, is it looking for you?"
After thinking for a moment, she used the roots to bind the landscape, and then slowly placed the landscape into the bowl.
Ji Rong's actions made Shan Shui look like a corpse puppet imprisoned by a strange tree. When Shan Wu saw this, his eyes immediately flashed with ferocity, and he let out a "roaring" sound.
Shan Shui paused for a moment, then turned slightly to Shan Wu and said, "Brother, you must not hit my friend Ji Rong anymore. I have lost all power now, so do not worry about those empty titles for my sake."
After saying this, He opened His mouth and took the earthen bowl in His mouth.
The cracked bowl, caught by the mountain stream, immediately seemed to come alive, spreading out and covering the mountain stream's face and body.
Shan Wu, watching from the side, stretched out his claws to try and take down the strange bowl, but fortunately Ji Rong reacted quickly and blocked it with her wing claws.
She shook her head at the mountain without looking up, then hoisted the landscape back onto her back, wrapping it in her golden leaves.
Ji Rong closed her eyes, focused her mind, and once again activated the source flow in the spiritual lake within her body, allowing it to flow down the leaves and cover the body of the mountain and water.
As the broken bowl covered the body of the mountain and water formation, the celestial phenomena associated with the mountain and water completely dimmed and disappeared, a fact sensed by all the chief gods of the Heavenly Palace.
At this moment, Jiao Jue was standing with his head bowed below Guangyang Palace. Hearing this voice from within his authority, he felt his heart break, but when he thought of Ji Rong, hope rose in his heart again.
In the silent Guangyang Palace, the Lord of the West casually plucked a cloud, crushed it, and tossed it down.
He said casually to Jiao Jue, "The mountains and rivers have collapsed so quickly. I dislike Him. I originally thought that as long as He came to beg me, I would strip Him of his authority, reshape his body, and let Him go down to the underworld as a minor god. I would send Him far away, but I didn't expect that He would never come."
Over the years, despite his frail health, He has amassed a vast empire of river soil. The gods of Heaven have all secretly mocked Him. Lord Jue, what is your opinion of Him?
Jiao Jue bowed deeply to Xi Zhu and said, "The Mountain and Water God is noble and benevolent, and is my benefactor."
"Oh? You are quite the dragon." Xi Zhu smiled for once. "Go ahead. In two days, Ya Nu will come to host a banquet for you. I heard that you brought two low-level beasts back to the Dragon Phoenix Palace. In the next two days, let them learn some manners from Ya Nu."
Jiao Jue clenched his claws, looked up at Xi Zhu and said, "Yes, Jue will have the two of them come and learn from Ya Nu today."
"Lord Xi, the Mountain and Water God treated Jue with sincerity. Knowing of His passing, Jue wishes to close the gates of the Dragon and Phoenix Palace and prepare a sacrifice for Him."
Xi Zhu looked away and said, "That's your business. You don't need to inform me. Go now. The Dragon and Phoenix Palace will be open in two days."
"Thank you! I'll go now." Jiao Jue clenched his claws again, bowed deeply to the Lord of the Sun, and then quickly retreated. Only when he reached the entrance of the palace did he turn and leave.
As Jiaojue sped toward the Dragon and Phoenix Palace, he thought about the scene in the Guangyang Palace. He thought to himself that he had made the right bet again today!
The Lord of the Sun is the supreme ruler of the Heavenly Palace. He is born powerful and has ruled the Heavenly Palace for many years. His heart is as clear as a mirror. How could he possibly look down on such an ungrateful person?
The creatures on earth are unaware of the affairs among the gods.
Ji Rong channeled the source energy of the mountains and rivers for ten hours. As evening approached, Ji Rong heard the heartbeat on her back suddenly become as powerful as a drumbeat. She immediately turned her head behind her, used her beak to part the layers of leaves, and looked inside.
The landscape inside had changed drastically; the sorcerer's authority, now transformed into a broken bowl, now completely covered the landscape.
Ji Rong thought to herself, "What a stroke of luck!"
Who could have imagined that a god who has been giving away gifts since birth would one day receive the earth's bounty in a mountain known for its poison?
Ji Rong quickly pecked Shan Wu a few times with her beak, then shook her neck at him, squinting her beady eyes, signaling him to look up at her back. Shan Wu saw this and slowly walked forward with cat-like steps to look.
Ji Rong pointed to the sky with her wings and claws. Shan Wu nodded and stood up, forming a hand seal with her claws to reinforce the seal around them.
Seeing the thick, ever-flowing golden light all around, Ji Rong slowly unfolded the layers of golden leaves.
Beneath the layers of golden leaves, a gray-brown doll with a broken bowl on its head lay fast asleep on a mat made of two large golden leaves.
He had no hair on his body, only two hands and two feet. He was like a clay doll made from earthly clay and then glazed. But his rising and falling chest told Ji Rong and Shan Wu that he was a living being.
It also had a small tail, which was covered with rings of grayish-yellow.
It is vaguely visible that this tail was made in the shape of a tiger's tail.
As Shan Wu watched, tears streamed down his face. Ji Rong was moved by his emotions and felt a pang of sorrow in her heart. She pecked Shan Wu again, stretched her neck, and pointed her beak into the air.
Shan Wu nodded repeatedly, and then, happily and silently, he circled around Ji Rong. A king was playing with his own tail on the barren grassland.
Ji Rong moved the golden leaves again, wrapping the sleeping mountains and rivers layer by layer. She was also delighted; she fluttered her wings and hopped on her feet, slowly dancing across the desolate land.
After expressing her joy, Ji Rong stretched her beak and wailed, "Uncle, let's hurry on! We've been stuck in this desolate poisonous mountain for so many days. It's terrible! We still need to go to Da Dan City to buy gifts for our godfather."
Shan Wu was overjoyed. He nodded, lay down on the ground, picked up Ji Rong, and ran off.
As he ran, he swept his tail, snapping dozens of large trees in half.
Ji Rong used her claws to grab Shan Wugao's face, pulling it into a grotesque, grimacing expression, and cried out, "Uncle, you've gone the wrong way again. We need to follow the Wojiang River."
Shan Wu's head was now filled with joy. He let Ji Rong shake his head as he ran towards the direction Ji Rong was pointing.
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