On the Path to the Great Dao

Gong Wanqing's mind was in a fog. She looked down and saw that her heart had already been ripped out by Chen Yindu. Realizing the dire situation, she immediately fled outward.

Under the siege of two immortals, she had never had much of a chance to win.

Little Duan Immortal and Chen Yindu, one had unified the Dao with a small temple, the other was a Corpse Liberation Immortal. Although both were immortals, neither was a normal Celestial Immortal. However, one carried the highest bloodline of the Great Shang shaman tribe, and the other had endured countless battles against demons and Calamities, his strength tempered to a terrifying degree.

The two struck from front and back. Had it been any other Celestial Way Immortal, they would likely have already met their end. But she had cultivated the art of creation, a technique she had comprehended from Chen Yindu and the Recreate Heaven-and-Earth Furnace. Her skills were truly astonishing.

Her wound immediately stopped bleeding. The Dao force of creation activated, regenerating her heart.

Her brain had nearly been shaken into pulp, and now it too was being reorganized and rebuilt. The brain matter that had already turned to mush flowed out through her nasal cavity.

But what horrified her most was the Phoenix Profound Flame that Little Duan Immortal had sent into her body. This fire was neither mortal fire nor divine fire, nor was it Samadhi True Fire. This flame was not within the Five Elements, nor within the realms of Yin and Yang. It was the strange fire that a phoenix used to incinerate itself when reborn through the flames.

The fire burrowed through her arm and into her body, and in an instant, her Primordial Spirit was ignited.

She was an immortal of the Celestial Immortal Realm. Although she had only unified the Dao with the True God Dao Field, her magical power was far more profound than that of Little Duan Immortal and Chen Yindu. Yet this Phoenix Profound Flame did not care about cultivation level. Once ignited, it burned relentlessly, impossible to extinguish!

"If I can just reach the Recreate Heaven-and-Earth Furnace, I can use the immortal furnace to refine this fire away!"

As she fled outward, Chen Yindu had already lashed out with the Locking Dragon Whip, striking her body and tearing her flesh open.

Little Duan Immortal waved her sleeve, and countless black strange flames formed feathered swords behind her. Hundreds of feathered swords rained down.

Gong Wanqing dodged the strange fire feathered swords, but with a tearing sound, a large chunk of flesh was ripped from her back by the Locking Dragon Whip.

It was precisely with this magic treasure that she had captured Chen Yindu earlier. He had transformed into a youth and come seeking her. At the time, she was in Recreate Heaven-and-Earth Valley, activating the Recreate Heaven-and-Earth Furnace. When she saw the youth, her heart stirred slightly, and she knew it was Chen Yindu. She then led him into Falling Flower Palace and, catching him off guard, bound him with the whip.

Now that Chen Yindu was using the Locking Dragon Whip to bind her, she finally understood how much pain it caused.

She continued charging forward. The black phoenix behind Little Duan Immortal spread its wings and soared toward her.

Gong Wanqing had suffered from the Phoenix Profound Flame and dared not meet it head-on. She hastily dodged, and her movement technique was nothing short of miraculous. But the exact spot she dodged to happened to be where Chen Yindu's other Locking Dragon Whip swept through.

"CRACK!"

The Locking Dragon Whip coiled around her waist, tearing off a large piece of her flesh.

Panic surged in her heart: "Chen Yindu knows all my techniques! That's how he can accurately strike my landing points with the Locking Dragon Whip!"

Back then, the three of them had studied the art of creation together. Chen Yindu had imparted all his knowledge and insights to her, and she had likewise shared everything she knew with him.

It was with that knowledge that she had informed Immortal Xue of Chen Yindu's Dao techniques and divine abilities. Immortal Xue had used it to counter Chen Yindu's techniques. Now Chen Yindu was using the techniques she had taught him back then to counter her.

Little Duan Immortal closed in for the kill. In the brief span of a moment within Falling Flower Palace, the three exchanged dozens of moves, fast as a swooping hawk or a darting rabbit, incredibly swift.

When Immortal Palace landed, she stumbled, her entire body drenched in blood, with hardly a patch of intact flesh left on her.

Strange fire suddenly erupted from within her body. She let out a startled cry and desperately charged outward.

Chen Yindu struck from behind, pressing a finger to the back of her skull, breaking her immortal body.

Immortal Palace suddenly felt unable to suppress the strange fire within her. Black flames burned from the inside out, quickly turning her into a living torch!

"We can't kill her yet!"

Chen Yindu walked over, drenched in blood, his gaze filled with hatred. He bound Immortal Palace tightly with four Locking Dragon Whips and said in a low voice, "If she dies, her life lamp will go out, and the unified small world in the True God Dao Field will return to normal. We'll be discovered."

Little Duan Immortal slightly adjusted the fire's intensity and asked, "Grandpa, how long does she need to burn before she dies?"

"Two days," Chen Yindu said.

Little Duan Immortal withdrew a portion of the strange fire from Gong Wanqing's body and said, "The strange fire here is enough to burn for two days. If she still isn't burned to death within two days, we'll have to ask Grandpa to intervene."

Chen Yindu nodded gently and said, "Thank you. The Recreate Heaven-and-Earth Furnace is in your hands."

Little Duan Immortal walked outward. Behind the curtain, Wen Wuyu was still standing there in a daze. Only when she saw her approaching did she snap back to reality.

Just moments ago, she had been shocked by the revelations spoken between Gong Wanqing and Chen Yindu, horrified by the actions of Gong Wanqing, that pure and flawless fairy maiden. She never expected that "Little Ten Brother" would charge out in such a frenzy and ruthlessly attack Immortal Palace.

What shocked her even more was that in the span of a single breath, Immortal Palace had been gravely wounded by them and would be burned to death by strange fire within the next two days.

"Little Ten Brother's methods are truly ruthless and decisive!" she thought to herself.

Yet at the same time, guilt gnawed at her heart. Gong Wanqing Immortal Palace was clearly an enemy of Despair Slope, which meant she was also Wen Wuyu's enemy. Should she report Little Ten Brother?

"If I did that, wouldn't I just become another Gong Wanqing?"

Wen Wuyu shook her head.

While she was lost in thought, Little Duan Immortal walked up beside her. Her body gradually shifted, transforming from a young girl of eight or nine into the appearance of the cultured and elegant Gong Wanqing. Even her clothes transformed into Gong Wanqing's attire. Clearly, her garments were no ordinary fabric but a shape-shifting immortal robe.

"Wuyu, do I look like her?" Little Duan Immortal asked.

Wen Wuyu quickly steadied herself, carefully examined her "sweetheart," and praised, "Little Ten Brother, you observe so meticulously. You mimic her perfectly. Even your voice sounds just like hers!"

Little Duan Immortal's every movement, every smile and frown, carried the bearing of Gong Wanqing, like a fairy maiden who had stepped out of the mortal world. Wen Wuyu even felt that her temperament was slightly superior to Gong Wanqing's.

Little Duan Immortal walked out of the palace, and Wen Wuyu quickly caught up to her, whispering with a smile, "Little Ten Brother, Immortal Palace is so wicked, so of course I'm on your side. But the forces of Despair Slope far exceed what you can handle, and the Celestial Venerable is unfathomably deep. Let me escort you out."

Little Duan Immortal shook her head. "I can't leave yet."

"What else do you need to do?" Wen Wuyu asked, confused.

Little Duan Immortal stopped and looked at her seriously. "I'm staying to find an opportunity to destroy the Recreate Heaven-and-Earth Furnace. Even if I can't destroy it, I need to make sure this batch of heavenly soldiers can never be forged."

Hearing this, Wen Wuyu felt deeply saddened. "You'll die. All of you will die. Despair Slope is too powerful, so powerful it makes people feel utterly hopeless..."

"So what?"

Little Duan Immortal said calmly, "If we do nothing, we'll just wait for the Celestial Venerable to descend and wipe us all out. If we act now, at least there's a chance to fight. Wuyu."

She raised her hand, her fingers tracing from the corner of Wen Wuyu's eye to her temple, tucking a few strands of disheveled hair behind her ear. Her gaze was tender. "I hope that, like Grandpa, I can find a girl who would abandon everything, leave Despair Slope behind, and follow me without hesitation. In the future, when I tell our descendants about this, my eyes will only hold happiness and joy, not hollow regret."

A chord in Wen Wuyu's heart was struck. It was as if all her strength to resist had melted away. She couldn't help but lean into her embrace, tilting her head up to quickly plant a kiss on her lips, and whispered softly, "I'll do whatever you say."

Little Duan Immortal was startled, but somehow found herself holding her back. She sighed inwardly: "I'm too powerful. Curse it, I'm only a woman... Wait a moment! She thinks I'm my husband, which means... I've found myself a rival who is utterly devoted to my husband?"

She blinked, released Wen Wuyu, and felt a headache coming on.

Wen Wuyu's heart was pounding like a startled deer. She thought to herself, "Is Little Ten Brother and I moving too fast?"

The two walked and talked as they made their way toward the Recreate Heaven-and-Earth Furnace.

Along the way, Little Duan Immortal recounted the Celestial Venerable's true identity, telling her that Feng Ruotong, Immortal Kou, and other Celestial Way Immortals had all died at the Celestial Venerable's hands. Wen Wuyu listened, utterly dumbfounded, yet she had no choice but to believe it.

"If we can't destroy this batch of heavenly soldiers, we'll have no hope left." Little Duan Immortal said with a calm expression.

"But Little Ten Brother definitely has a way!" Wen Wuyu's gaze was even more resolute than hers.

"I could take her right here and now!"

Little Duan Immortal sighed inwardly. "Pity that I have all these skills but nowhere to use them."

The two arrived at the base of the Recreate Heaven-and-Earth Furnace. Little Duan Immortal sat down cross-legged, and Wen Wuyu sat beside her, imitating her posture in a serious manner as they activated this colossal furnace.

"My husband hasn't woken up yet."

Little Duan Immortal grew anxious inwardly. "What should I do now? Right! I'll channel the Great Shang's Phoenix Profound Flame into the furnace and burn those nearly-formed heavenly soldiers to ashes!"

Just as she thought of this, she noticed another cultivator nearby.

When the cultivator saw her, he quickly bowed and said, "Zhuang Wujiu pays respects to Immortal Palace."

Wen Wuyu asked in surprise, "Zhuang Wujiu, where have you been all these years?"

Zhuang Wujiu said with embarrassment, "My master passed away. I've been running around these past days, searching for the killer who murdered my master."

Wen Wuyu asked, "Who killed your master?"

Zhuang Wujiu's face was filled with murderous intent. He ground his teeth, his voice dripping with boundless hatred as he said word by word, "Chen! Tang!"

Little Duan Immortal glanced at this Zhuang Wujiu and thought to herself, "This Zhuang Wujiu should be Fifth Uncle. Fifth Uncle is the most favored one, yet for some reason, he's always at odds with my father-in-law. He's probably here to deal with this batch of heavenly soldiers too."

The furnace radiated waves of immortal might. Little Duan Immortal hesitated, unsure whether her strange fire could destroy the heavenly soldiers inside the furnace.

At that moment, Zhong Wuwang passed by. From a distance, he caught sight of Zhuang Wujiu and was startled: "Wasn't he dead? Ah, right, it's Creation Little Five! I hope he doesn't cause trouble, or else I might get dragged into it."

For the past two days, he had been restless with anxiety.

He had brought Chen Shi and the others into Despair Slope, and he always felt they harbored ill intentions. But these two days had been oddly quiet, with nothing happening at all.

"Chen Shi and the others shouldn't dare to cause trouble, right?"

Zhong Wuwang thought to himself. "After all, the Celestial Venerable is stationed here. If they cause trouble, they'd only be walking to their deaths! Don't cause trouble, don't cause trouble!"

With a smile on his face, he muttered to himself and was about to leave.

That was when the flames of the Recreate Heaven-and-Earth Furnace suddenly turned pitch black.

Little Duan Immortal had already made the first move!

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