Summit of the Old Gods

September 19, Jinghong Peak.

On the edge of the cliff at the back mountain, a woman stood silently. She wore a long skirt interwoven with white and platinum, exuding an ancient elegance, her long hair black as ink, cascading like a waterfall, fluttering gently with the wind.

She wore a white veil over her face, making her appearance impossible to discern.

Those cold eyes were like a deep cold pool, showing not a ripple.

She quietly stood at the edge of the cliff, gazing at the mountain forest dyed red and yellow by the autumn wind, her eyes finally settling on the distant Emperor Village.

Was there some festive event happening in the village?

At such a great distance, even with her eyesight, she couldn't perceive the specific details.

But within Emperor Village, the atmosphere was filled with joy, people spreading the news, celebrating something, one string of firecrackers after another being ignited, having not stopped for a long time.

"Peak Master! Peak Master Qiao..."

A voice came from afar, drawing nearer.

Qiao Wanjun didn't turn her head, still overlooking the jubilant and festive Emperor Village, and said lightly:

"Calling out loudly, what kind of decorum is that."

"Peak Master." Chen Jingjing hurriedly dismounted from the flying sword, "Peak Master, there's great news!"

"Oh?" Qiao Wanjun raised an eyebrow slightly.

Chen Jingjing, face flushed with excitement, hurriedly said, "Half an hour ago, an official announcement was made: the Ghost Talisman Doll has been completely eliminated!

The official announcement stated that on the night of the fifteenth, the Divine Jade Talisman and the Dry Sea teamed up to defeat the Ghost Talisman Doll! Then they led the Da Xia army, thoroughly clearing out one Demon Cave after another..."

Qiao Wanjun's gaze shifted slightly.

A deep cold pool finally showed tiny ripples.

The Demon Cave where the original stone sculpture of the Evil God, Ghost Talisman Doll, resided was personally suppressed by the Third-class God, Dry Sea.

Other smaller Demon Caves that produced the Ghost Talisman Doll clan were mostly suppressed by the avatar stone sculpture of the Divine·Jade Talisman.

If something happened to the Evil God, Ghost Talisman Doll, it would indeed be related to these two deities, but...

Would Dry Sea and Jade Talisman, these two deities, help the human clan's army to defeat the Evil God, Ghost Talisman Doll?

Heh.

Qiao Wanjun gave a cold laugh in her heart.

How utterly clumsy.

A group of conniving collaborators...

"Peak Master, look!" Chen Jingjing took two cautious steps forward, carefully handing over a phone.

Qiao Wanjun did not take it, just slightly turned her head, lowering her eyes to look.

Chen Jingjing understood, her fingertips touching the screen, sliding slowly, allowing the Peak Master to read the news.

The comments section after the main text was even more bustling, netizens were overjoyed, and through line after line of text, one could fully sense the excitement and joy of the masses.

"Long live the Divine Jade Talisman!! Long live the Divine Dry Sea!!"

"Three months ago, my brother succeeded at the God Worship Platform, becoming a disciple of the Divine Jade Talisman, hahaha! So honored!"

"Next year, it's my turn on the God Worship Platform, I will worship the Divine Dry Sea!"

"Is this news... true? Am I dreaming? Is the Ghost Talisman dead? Ah??"

"How are the casualties of the soldiers, I looked up a lot of reports, none disclosed specific numbers."

"Hope the heroes are safe (hands clasped in prayer)"

"So great! The Ghost Talisman Doll is dead! Every fifteenth night, those two little ghosts scared me the most! Died well, so great, ah ah ah!!"

"Damn, no more suicide! Living just to see the Evil Demon die!"

"Wuuu wuuu crying me to death, shook so much I can't stop trembling, finally saw hope, wuuu wuuu, hang in there! We can win, we really can win..."

Chen Jingjing secretly observed Qiao Wanjun.

As a maid often by the Peak Master's side, she knew very well what kind of indifferent person the Peak Master was.

But this time, Chen Jingjing saw a gleam in Qiao Wanjun's eyes.

Chen Jingjing hurriedly switched to the next piece of news, continuing to let the Peak Master read, but Qiao Wanjun had already turned her head, looking into the distance: "I see."

"Yes." Chen Jingjing dared not disturb further, bowed her head and retreated step by step.

Until the back mountain was empty, the corners of Qiao Wanjun's mouth, hidden behind the veil, slightly curved upwards.

More than half a month ago, someone's words still echoed in her ears:

"Mother,

I am going to raise the butcher's knife against the gods and demons."

More than half a month later, the Ghost Talisman Doll died tragically!

Qiao Wanjun took a deep breath, raised her eyelids, and saw the high sky and light clouds.

One of the white clouds seemed to form a young, heroic face.

The Evil God was, of course, slain by her own child!

This she had no doubt about.

Instead, Jade Talisman and Dry Sea, knowing they couldn't cover it up, seized the chance to claim credit and expand their influence, truly shameless!

Qiao Wanjun lowered her eyelids again, seeing the layered colorful forests.

The forest was beautiful, yet the red leaves that seemed to be soaked in blood inevitably reminded her of other things.

She wondered if Ranran was hurt at all.

Qiao Wanjun raised her hand, gently arranging her long hair dancing with the wind, a trace of worry gradually rising in her heart.

It's best if nothing happens...

Meanwhile, in the Holy Spirit Mountain Realm.

The person deeply worried about was lying on a bed in the Tianya Residence, motionless.

He stared with lifeless eyes, seemingly not too clever, yet in the God Demon Sculpture Garden, Lu Ran's expression was full of life.

"Ah, just missed it!" Lu Ran was a bit frustrated.

In front, the Xian Mo stone sculpture was constantly breaking and reassembling, just now, even the head had been pieced together, but ultimately shattered again.

Yesterday, the Feng Rao stone sculpture had successfully advanced to the Heavenly Realm·Third Level, finally halting its trembling, making Lu Ran feel much better.

But the Xian Mo stone sculpture was still resisting.

Over and over, uncertain when it would finally stabilize.

Suddenly, a hand reached out.

Lu Ran turned his head and saw the face of Big Nightmare.

He accepted the goodwill, landing on her fingertips, and sat down with a thud.

Many fake gods, including Deng Yuxiang, had gathered around the Divine Camp, standing around the Jade Talisman stone sculpture.

Everyone wanted to witness firsthand the birth of a deity.

The Lady of the Flame Gate did not disappoint; the soldiers could sense that the pace of the Jade Talisman stone body's reconstruction was accelerating and its completeness increasing.

At this moment, perhaps with just one more reformation, the Jade Talisman stone sculpture would become entirely stable.

"Crack! Crack! Crack..." The sound of stones crawling through cracks echoed once more.

Lu Ran sighed inwardly, aware that his Evil God was about to shatter again.

This endless cycle of breaking and reforming was like a process of honing, or perhaps a special trial.

Jiang Ruyi seemed to be striving to adapt to her new identity, as if proving and contending against something.

"Huh?" Lu Ran suddenly realized that the sound of cracks in the stone sculpture was diminishing.

His heart shook, he immediately looked over and saw a broken female divine statue.

Jiang Ruyi was draped in a stone phoenix robe, her long hair gracefully dancing, with strands brushing across her face, gliding over her lips.

Tragic beauty.

These were the only two words left in Lu Ran's heart.

In her broken state, she stubbornly stood within the Sculpture Garden, unwilling to break again.

Watching this, Lu Ran stood up excitedly.

The other soldiers also realized they were about to witness something extraordinary.

1 second, 2 seconds... 5 minutes... 10 minutes...

The Sculpture Garden was entirely silent.

Only the sound of energy surging filled in the cracks on the broken female divine statue.

Until that face, which could bring down a nation with its beauty, became complete once more, a terrifying energy scattered in all directions.

"Whoosh!!"

"Ah!" Lu Ran screamed in agony, and his spiritual world self vanished instantly.

In the real world, he lay on the bed, covering his head with his hands, his face twisted in torment.

"Sect Leader?"

"Sect Leader, what happened to you?" Several Shadow Guards appeared simultaneously, startled to find the almighty Sect Master clutching his head and rolling on the bed.

"I'll call someone!" Shadow One decided immediately, leaving a sentence behind before disappearing without a trace.

Shadow Two hurriedly approached, flashing instantly to the bedside, holding the rolling Lu Ran to prevent him from falling off the bed.

"Sect Leader?"

Shadow Two's expression changed because Lu Ran suddenly went still. She quickly reached out to his neck, checking his pulse.

Not dead.

Just fainted!

She quickly moved Lu Ran to the center of the bed, the next moment, a ripple of Divine Power spread out.

At the head of the bed, the contour of an ice-blue teardrop rapidly emerged, from which swiftly stepped a woman in a black dress.

Her voice urgent, she knelt on the bed:

"Brother? Brother??"

...

Stars and moon shifted, and the sun hung high in the sky.

"Uh." Lu Ran emitted a vague throat sound, opening his sleepy eyes.

"Brother?"

The sudden voice startled Lu Ran!

Only then did he realize he was bathed in gentle black fire, with a young girl kneeling by the bed.

"Yuanxi?" Lu Ran whispered.

"You scared me to death, you rotten little brother!" Qiao Yuansi said this, but still clutched Lu Ran's wrist, continuously channeling the black fire to him.

"What happened?" Lu Ran held his forehead, trying to recall everything.

What exactly happened?

They say drinking too much causes memory lapses, making it feel disjointed. Is this what it feels like?

"I should be asking you! What exactly happened?" Qiao Yuansi blurted out.

But seeing her brother like this, she couldn't scold him, her tone softened significantly, reminding him, "You came back on the night of the lunar fifteenth, and then you just laid at home the whole time..."

The lunar fifteenth!

The night of slaughtering the god!

Lu Ran suddenly remembered, they had slain the Evil God·Ghost Talisman Doll, the fake gods had absorbed a huge amount of energy, and he himself had been nourished by Source Energy mist.

The Jade Talisman stone sculpture had also absorbed the Divine Soul... Wait a minute!

"Ah, I remember now!" Lu Ran turned to look at Qiao Yuansi.

"What exactly happened? The Shadow Guards said you were fine when you first got back, did someone try to harm you?" Qiao Yuansi asked anxiously.

Attempt to harm?

Lu Ran's expression was a bit strange, he hesitated for a moment, then said, "It should be your Sister Ruyi."

Qiao Yuansi: ???

My brother, was harmed like this by my sister-in-law?

Come on, I've shipped you two for so many years now!

Could it be... a BE (bad ending)?

"Ha!" Lu Ran suddenly let out a laugh.

Qiao Yuansi snapped back and tugged discontentedly at Lu Ran's wrist, "Don't startle me! So, what exactly did Sister Ruyi do to you?"

Lu Ran turned to Qiao Yuansi, very excited: "I just had a voice transmission with Ruyi."

"And then?"

"She... became a god!"

Qiao Yuansi's beautiful large eyes widened: "Huh??"

Lu Ran nodded excitedly, akin to a chicken pecking rice.

In his mind, there was only one thought:

My girlfriend... is a deity!

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