530. Chapter 516: Refinement
The baleful qi, almost substantial, permeated the air. Even the three thousand li Peach Mountain seemed to sense the danger; its large, banana-leaf-like leaves withered and fell from the branches.
The Ghost Gods suppressed within the Ghost Gate also quieted down upon sensing this baleful and malicious qi, their voices ceasing entirely.
Shen Tu and Yu Lei exchanged glances. Just as the woman stepped out of the Void Channel, their figures transformed into two streaks of divine radiance, rushing towards the Ghost Gate.
Boom!
However, before they could reach the Ghost Gate, The Void before them seemed to collapse. A Big man with two Azure Serpents hanging from his ears and a human face with a beast head blocked the Ghost Gate. Shen Tu and Yu Lei stopped, watching the Big man blocking the gate warily. The Big man held an Azure Great Python in each hand, and his gaze towards them was like looking at two Little Bugs.
"Hahaha, this path is blocked!"
"Who exactly are you? This is the Dao field of Taishan Fujun!" Yu Lei gripped the Chain in his hand and shouted sternly.
"I am Shebishi! Taishan Fujun has already been killed by us! This Helheim now belongs to the Tang family!" The one blocking the gate was Shebishi, one of Boss Tang's Twelve Ancestral Witch Avatars. He laughed heartily, his gaze sweeping over Shen Tu and Yu Lei:
"I see that your Strength isn't bad; you are quite useful talents. Stay here obediently. After I Refine this place, I will arrange things for you!"
Before Shebishi's words finished, the Ghost Gate behind him, hearing the commotion outside, erupted with Ghost Howling Sounds. Shebishi frowned, turned around, and threw a punch: "Noisy!"
Dong! The Ghost Gate, formed by the convergence of Netherworld Qi, was struck by Shebishi's punch, causing it to shake violently. The peach leaves on Peach Mountain fell in abundance.
"Oh! This gate is quite sturdy! You two are gatekeepers, open this gate!" Shebishi was somewhat surprised to see that the Ghost Gate had actually withstood his punch.
Shen Tu and Yu Lei looked at each other, feeling that the events happening today were simply too bizarre. Shen Tu spoke up to persuade them: "Your Excellencies, the Ghost Gate imprisons the Dead souls of countless Gods from the entire Chinese Pantheon after their deaths. Once this gate is opened, these Evil Gods rushing into the Mortal Realm will surely be a Calamity that plagues the Mortal Realm!"
At this moment, Xuanming, clad in White Bone Armor, spoke: "It doesn't matter, they are just some Remnant Souls!"
Xuanming's Voice was cold, like Mystic Ice that never melts. Everyone present shivered, a misconception rising in their hearts, as if a slight relaxation would cause them to be torn into Dust by the woman before them, suffering eternal damnation.
"Before Refinement this Cauldron, it's better to deal with these Little Bugs first, to avoid them being an eyesore!"
Shebishi's gaze shifted, looking towards the Gods of Japan. Under Shebishi's Gaze, the Gods of Japan felt as if an unparalleled Ferocious Beast was watching them from the deep darkness, and they all shivered in unison, subtly shifting their feet and moving closer towards Amaterasu.
The two Azure Pythons coiled around Shebishi's Arm shook their heads, their two pairs of dark green Eyes staring intently at the Gods of Japan.
The Gods of Japan were all a bit nervous, looking towards Amaterasu, who was at the forefront.
Amaterasu glanced at the Gods of Takamagahara beside her, who were nearly scared out of their wits, knowing that these subordinates were not very useful. She shook her head slightly, took a few small Japanese-style steps forward, and nodded slightly towards Shebishi and Xuanming.
"Two Excellencies, we merely stumbled into this place and have no intention of getting involved in the conflict between you and the Chinese Pantheon. We shall take our leave now!"
"Stumbled in? You didn't just stumble in! I worked hard to capture you!" Shebishi smiled and extended his hand, pressing down slightly towards the Gods of Japan. With a crash, the surrounding Netherworld Qi transformed into a large Palm, which slammed down towards the Gods of Takamagahara, as if swatting Ants.
"Everyone, join forces and form a Formation to break out of here!"
Upon hearing Shebishi's words, Amaterasu immediately ordered the Gods of Takamagahara.
Simultaneously with her command, a Golden Light shot up from her waist towards the Horizon. Within it was faintly a tadpole-shaped Jade Torque. The Jade Torque emitted Golden Light in all directions, raining down countless streams of Light Rain that resembled Blazing Flames, protecting the hundreds of Gods of Takamagahara within.
Upon receiving Amaterasu's Order, the Gods of Takamagahara also released their respective Protective Divine Artifacts to protect themselves.
Their formation also rapidly changed according to the Patterns of the Taoist School's Innate Eight Trigrams, quickly forming a three-dimensional Great Formation with Heaven is Round, Earth is Square embedded with Four Symbols, Four Spirits.
The Strength of these Japanese Gods merged through the Formation, transforming into a thick, dark green Energy Barrier. From a distance, it looked like a Turtle Shell, constantly emitting Strong Light.
As soon as the Japanese Gods' Formation took shape, Shebishi's Attack arrived above their heads the next moment. The moment Shebishi's Palm struck down, it was as if a road roller had driven over this large Turtle Shell, causing the Great Formation, which they had secretly learned from the Chinese Pantheon, to creak and groan. The massive dark green Energy Barrier suddenly compressed by more than half its volume.
Caught off guard, the Japanese Gods felt as if they had been struck by dozens of large mountains simultaneously. They trembled all over in pain, Blood spurting from all seven orifices.
There was great Chaos within the Great Formation. The weakest Gods had Blood gushing from their seven orifices like faucets, and their Divine Power was completely disordered.
Some Gods with impure Divine Power were like ammunition depots exploding within their Bodies, constantly rumbling. Fist-sized Qi masses bulged all over their Bodies. The exploding Qi masses caused Flesh and Blood to fly everywhere, making them grimace and scream in pain.
Seeing the Chaos within the Great Formation, Amaterasu cried out in shock, quickly controlling the Yasakani no Magatama above her head, releasing a Golden Radiance to protect the Gods who were on the verge of exploding.
However, it would have been better if she hadn't acted. As soon as she did, she attracted Xuanming's Gaze. She raised her hand and clenched it, and countless fine, dark blue Ice Needles suddenly condensed from the rapidly converging Heaven and Earth Origin Energy around her. The Ice Needles fell like rain.
Xuanming, the Ancestral Wu of Ice, had another Identity: she was the Winter God and God of the North in Taoist School. She understood Taoist Formations better than these Japanese Ghost Gods.
The Ice Needles she released had extremely strong penetrative power. The Formation jointly set up by the Japanese Gods had no resistance against these Ice Needles whatsoever.
Hundreds of Ice Needles, as fine as hair, penetrated the Defensive Energy Layer outside the Great Formation and pierced into the Bodies of dozens of Japanese Gods who couldn't dodge in time.
A series of Wailing sounds could be heard. The Bodies of these struck Japanese Gods quickly froze, soon turning into Ice Sculptures.
Amidst the violent shaking of the Formation, these Ice Sculptures shattered one after another with a crash.
Dense Ice Needles continuously shot down. One after another, Japanese Gods were pierced by the Ice Needles, and their Bodies were constantly Frozen and exploded.
The Gods who were claimed to be the upper Gods among the eight million Gods of Takamagahara were as fragile as Little Chickens under Xuanming's ice rain offensive. They were easily wiped out without any ability to resist.
In just the time it took for a shower of ice rain to fall, nearly a hundred Gods of Takamagahara had their Physical Bodies Shattered. The painful Loss caused Amaterasu, the Lord of Takamagahara, a pang in her Heart.
Fortunately, the Formation, under the joint casting spells of the remaining Japanese Gods, finally slowly endured the ice rain and successfully flew nearly a hundred li away, escaping the range of the ice rain.
Xuanming, however, had no intention of pursuing. She slightly opened her Eyes, her Gaze coldly fixed on the direction where the dark green Turtle Shell was leaving. Shebishi also did not pursue the fleeing Gods, standing before the Ghost Gate, examining the portal before him with interest.
The Patterns on this Ghost Gate were somewhat similar to the Patterns on the wall of the Underworld Cauldron. The inside of the Ghost Gate should be the Core of this Underworld Cauldron. To Refine this Cauldron, it seemed necessary to go deep inside the Cauldron and erase the Primordial Spirit that Taishan Fujun left within the Cauldron.
Seeing that no one was pursuing them from behind, some Japanese Gods trembled with excitement.
"Mother! Where should we go next!" Amaterasu looked around at the gloomy Yin Qi. The Yin World was completely dark, and there was no light source except for them, the Gods. She turned her Gaze towards Izanami.
Izanami was currently leaning against Izanagi, forcefully holding his Arm and looking at his face, which was full of disgust but had to suppress the urge to vomit. She couldn't have been happier.
Hearing Amaterasu asking for her Opinion, Izanami laughed sweetly, and the decaying flesh on half of her face fell onto Izanagi's Arm, nearly making the Japanese Creator God vomit on the spot.
"The Yin World is interconnected. As long as we find the River Styx, we can follow its Water Flow to find the Yellow Springs Country!"
Before Izanami's words finished, dozens of extremely fine Flames suddenly converged into a Fire Pillar the thickness of a Fist, smashing down on her head with a deafening roar. This Utmost Yang and Utmost Rigid Flame instantly blasted the dark green Turtle Shell formed by the Formation into Dust, falling directly onto Izanami's Body.
The Smile on Izanami's face immediately froze. Her Body trembled, and a ball of Firelight burst from within her Body, burning away half of her Body into Ash with this Divine Fire.
After a Wailing sound, Izanami opened her mouth and spat out a small black Treasure Pearl the size of a soybean. It released a thick Black Mist covering an Area of a hundred zhang, protecting her Body.
However, even more Firelight seemed to have targeted her, continuously bombarding her.
The Force of the Flames was immense, and the Utmost Yang and Utmost Rigid Firelight naturally Restrained Izanami, who was a Yellow Springs Ghost God. Every flame that landed on the Black Mist above Izanami's head was like thin mist under the scorching sun, being evaporated in large chunks.
As the Black Mist continuously thinned, Izanami's Complexion soon turned pale, then greenish, and finally transparent, as if she was about to dissipate the next moment.
"Amaterasu, save me!" Seeing that she was about to be finished, Izanami let out a plea towards Amaterasu, who was not far away. At the same time, her Body suddenly split, transforming into dozens of hazy, distorted Shadows, which scattered in all directions the moment a Firelight struck down.
Whether she did it intentionally or not, most of the Ghost Shadows rushed towards Izanagi's Figure.
Those Flames also chased Izanami towards Izanagi.
Seeing the Firelight attacking him, Izanagi cursed angrily, and a Red Light flew out from within his Body.
Izanagi pointed his hand, and the Red Light merged into the soybean-sized Treasure Pearl suspended above his head. The thin Black Energy and ghost mist sprayed from the Treasure Pearl instantly surged.
Empowered by Izanagi, sounds of grinding teeth and Ghost Howling Sound came from the Black Mist. As the Treasure Pearl rotated, the surrounding The Void seemed to collapse inwards, and two massive Ghost Claws slowly extended from the collapsed The Void.
A Vicious Ghost over a thousand meters tall, its entire Body decayed, howled and was about to crawl out of the collapsed The Void.
Crawling out from the Yellow Springs Treasure Pearl was Izanami's true Main Body, the Yellow Springs Venerable Lord who ruled the Yellow Springs Country! Although seemingly slow in action, the Yellow Springs Venerable Lord leaped out of the collapsed Space in just a few movements. She raised her black, long, and decayed Arms and roared towards the Sky. From her mouth, she sprayed a large amount of thick, ink-like, foul-smelling Black Energy that shot up into the Sky, supporting the Yellow Springs Treasure Pearl, and met the Firelight falling from the Sky.
This Yellow Springs Treasure Pearl was condensed from the accumulated Corpse Qi in the Yellow Springs River Styx over the years. This Treasure Pearl was of great use to all Underworld Administration Gods and Ghost cultivators, and it was a supreme treasure for Tempering and condensing the Divine Soul.
This Thing was hard to come by; a Yellow Springs Pearl might not condense in ten thousand li of Yellow Springs over a thousand years. Even Acha, who had been the Underworld King for thousands of years, didn't have one in her hand. Of course, it was also possible that all these Yellow Springs Pearls were gathered by Taishan Fujun.
Izanami and Izanagi were originally twins. After receiving the Divine Power Empowerment from Izanagi, Izanami's Divine Power surged. Relying on the Yellow Springs Pearl for protection, she forcefully charged towards the direction from which the Firelight was coming. The Black Energy she sprayed from her mouth was the most polluted Nine Nether Black Energy from the Yellow Springs, capable of contamination any God of Takamagahara, causing them to degenerate and turn into Yellow Springs Vicious Ghosts.
As Izanami charged forward, the scarlet Firelight falling like rain suddenly paused, completely defying the understanding of Ordinary Persons, and hovered in the air.
Thousands upon thousands of scarlet Flames rapidly condensed inwards, forming a figure in the blink of an eye. Amaterasu had sharp eyes; she immediately saw that within the Red Light was a Big man covered in fiery red Scales, stepping on two Fire Dragons, with a beast head and human Body, and two Fire Snakes piercing his ears.
Seeing Izanami rushing towards him, the Big man raised the Flame Halberd in his hand and swung it down. A torrent of Divine Fire, like a waterfall of rain, slashed down.
The Black Energy sprayed from Izanami's mouth was blasted into Dust by the Flame Halberd with a single Strike. The Zhurong Divine Fire descended with a roar.
Izanami, known as the Lord of the Yellow Springs Country, the Yellow Springs Venerable Lord, and the Creator God Mother of the Japanese Divine Pantheon, was shattered like a snow doll under that fiery slash. In the blink of an eye, she was blasted into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated. Furthermore, under the burning of Zhurong Divine Fire, even the last Trace of Soul and Primordial Spirit was burned clean, leaving no trace of residue.
The flame waterfall unleashed by the Flame Halberd continued its momentum, directly striking the heads of the many stunned Gods of Takamagahara.
One by one, they melted like Dewdrops under the scorching sun, turning into green smoke and dissipating amidst the fiery Wailing.
"How can these barbarian Little Gods be so weak? Forget it, forget it, I originally intended to leave some to feed that Peach Tree," Zhurong said in a muffled Voice, looking at the Japanese Ghost Gods who had mostly evaporated under the Flames.
Amaterasu glanced behind her at the remaining Gods of Takamagahara, numbering less than a hundred. Her eyelids twitched with anger. These killed Gods were all her subordinates.
Amaterasu pointed at the Yasakani no Magatama above her head. A stream of Golden Blood shot out from her fingertip and sprayed onto the Yasakani no Magatama. Instantly, the hook-shaped Jade Torque emitted a Golden Light.
The Golden Light shot up into the Sky. The dense, almost substantial Golden Light condensed into dozens of bright mirrors several li in diameter, radiating Golden Light, rotating in the air in the blink of an eye.
The golden treasure mirrors, a zhang thick, actively met Zhurong, spraying a massive amount of Golden Flame towards Zhurong.
The surviving Gods of Takamagahara saw Amaterasu act and also released their respective Divine Artifacts, striking towards Zhurong.
"Hahaha, interesting. Even that Golden Crow back then didn't dare to play with fire in front of Zhurong. This is the first time I've seen someone burn Zhurong with fire!" A figure stepping on a Black Dragon and holding a Black Great Halberd suddenly appeared behind the Japanese Gods, watching these Gods jointly attack Zhurong with cold eyes, laughing heartily.
Suddenly hearing a strange laugh from behind him, Izanagi drew his Totsuka-no-Tsurugi and stabbed backwards. However, Gonggong was faster than him. The yellow snake coiled around his wrist brought up a large amount of viscous Water Mist, transforming into dozens of extremely fine water threads that struck towards Izanagi.
The speed of the water threads was extremely fast. They shot onto Izanagi's Body almost as soon as they split apart.
These water threads were refined by Taishan Fujun by intercepting an entire branch of the Yellow Springs. In a sense, the weight of the Yellow Springs Water in this water vein could even rival that of the entire Yellow Springs Country of Japan.
Those water threads directly pierced through Izanagi's Body, corroding a Fist-sized Hole in him. Then, his Body, under the dense water threads, was directly corroded into a puddle of pus.
The dozen or so Gods of Takamagahara who were standing behind Izanagi, hoping for protection from this ancient Great God, were in for bad luck. The water threads shot onto their faces and Bodies, instantly melting them into puddles of yellow water as well.
Amaterasu noticed the change behind her and was about to sacrifice a few capable subordinates to hold back the Enemy behind her and deal with Zhurong above her head.
However, Zhurong opened his mouth and swallowed the Firelight shot from the Yasakani no Magatama. After tasting it, he seemed to find the taste not very good and spat it out with a 'Pah!'. Blazing Flames formed into lotus flowers the size of mu in front of him, supporting the incoming Divine Artifacts.
Under the high temperature of Zhurong Divine Fire, those Divine Artifacts were instantly melted into puddles of Liquid.
Seeing the unfavorable situation, Amaterasu no longer cared about anything else. Her body transformed into a Golden Light and she was about to escape.
Gonggong, who was behind her, stepped on a Black Dragon and blocked her path, knocking her flying with a Halberd.
Amaterasu wanted to escape in another direction, but suddenly, terrifying pressures that caused despair came from all around her. Several figures appeared out of thin air on all sides, surrounding her.
Just as she was about to fly away, she despairingly discovered that the surrounding The Void was restricted.
Houtu Ancestral Wu opened her hand, and a patch of yellow cloud surged out, transforming into a yellow, clear palm that grabbed towards Amaterasu. Amaterasu couldn't even dodge in time and was caught squarely, along with the remaining Japanese Gods, enveloped within it.
After dealing with the Gods of Takamagahara, several Ancestral Witches all came before the Ghost Gate.
Although Tang Song and Queen Mother of the West said that they wanted this three thousand li Peach Mountain to bear some peaches, he released the Twelve Ancestral Witch Avatars to enter the Cauldron, not for the purpose of killing a few Japanese Ghost Gods. Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken?
Although the Underworld Cauldron's Origin/Source was insufficient and not comparable to Spiritual Treasures formed from the Origin/Source of a Great World, it was still an Innate Divine Artifact. However, this Cauldron was an object born with Taishan Fujun, and it was not only empowered by innate restrictions, but it had also been nurtured by Taishan Fujun for countless years. If Tang Song wanted to completely Refine this Cauldron, he needed to erase all the Primordial Spirits deeply hidden within the Cauldron by Taishan Fujun. This was the true way to obtain this Innate Spiritual Treasure.
Shen Tu and Yu Lei, the two Gods, looked at the Ancestral Witches, who were all Fierce Gods and Evil Gods, and knew that what they said was true; Taishan Fujun was indeed likely in grave danger.
The two brothers guarded the Ghost Gate on Peach Mountain, ostensibly to prevent the Evil Ghosts within the Ghost Gate from causing trouble in the Mortal Realm. However, these Fierce Gods before them looked a thousand times more vicious than the Fierce Ghosts in the Ghost Gate.
Whether it was a blessing or a disaster for those Evil Ghosts to escape was truly hard to say.
Shen Tu and Yu Lei, with uneasy hearts, opened the Ghost Gate, and then retreated far to the side.
Through the opened Ghost Gate, one could see a vast Netherworld Sea within, larger than all the Oceans in the Mortal World combined. Yellow Springs Water gathered here, and countless black mists formed by thousands of Fierce Souls and Evil Ghosts were desperately crashing against the Ghost Gate.
When the Ghost Gate suddenly opened wide, dozens of black mists, unable to react in time, directly rushed out of the Ghost Gate. This surprised these Evil Ghosts, who seemed not to have expected to be able to escape.
But they quickly reacted, letting out uncontrollable Ghost Howling Sounds, as if celebrating their freedom. Even more Fierce Souls from the Ghost Gate rushed out gleefully.
Shebishi Ancestral Wu, who had been standing in front of the Ghost Gate, pointed his hand, and a thick, hundred-meter-wide, massive pitch black Demonic Fire surged out. Amidst sizzling sounds, those Fierce Souls were instantly like moths flying into a fire, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating amidst piercing screams.
"The malice on these Fierce Souls is quite significant. Burning them like this is a waste!" Dijiang laughed from behind Shebishi Ancestral Wu.
Shebishi Ancestral Wu also listened to advice. He opened his large mouth, and a suction force instantly swept towards the many Fierce Souls. The other Ancestral Witches also revealed the Du Tian Underworld King Banners behind them. The Banners unfurled, sealing off a thousand li of land, like fishermen standing by a pond fishing, sweeping those clumps of black mist into the Du Tian Underworld King Banner.
There were no less than eight thousand, perhaps ten thousand, Fierce Souls gathered within the Ghost Gate. The black mists were dense and numerous. Facing the Sky-shading and sun-blocking Banner surface, these Fierce Souls turned to flee, but where could they escape to?
After dealing with these Fierce Souls, the Twelve Ancestral Witches entered the Ghost Gate, standing still in the Netherworld Sea The Void. Boss Tang's twelve Incarnations were all gathered. The twelve Du Tian Underworld King Banners fluttered behind them, forming the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, the fiercest Great Formation in the Jambudvīpa World.
Blazing Demonic Fire erupted from this ancient fierce formation, burning the Sky and boiling the Sea, refining the Netherworld Sea day and night without stop. They refined it for three days and three nights, and at the last moment, they completely boiled the Netherworld Sea dry. With a deafening roar, The Void vibrated.
The Seabed The Void shattered with a crash, turning into Dust and scattering in all directions, revealing a magnificent black Palace.
"Petty. This Palace is not even a tenth of the Heavenly Palace." Gonggong shook his head and commented.
"This is a restriction formation illusion. Don't talk nonsense. Erase the remaining Primordial Spirit within this Cauldron before making further plans."
Xuanming, Dijiang, Shebishi, Rushou, Jumang, Dijiang, Houtu, Zhulong, Qiangliang, Tianwu, Yanzi roared wildly, transforming into their true bodies. Gonggong and Zhurong also followed behind them. The twelve Ancestral Witches surged forward, rushing towards the Palace! The magnificent Palace was covered in restrictions, but in front of the Twelve Ancestral Witch Avatars, they were easily blasted into Dust. They were like bandits who had broken into the imperial palace, roaring and smashing everything inside the Palace into Dust.
"Who dares to trespass here?"
In the Great Hall, a man identical to Taishan Fujun, wearing a black Emperor's Crown, sat high on the Throne. Seeing the Twelve Ancestral Witches kill their way in, he stood up and shouted angrily, his Voice like thunder, rolling and vast, his momentum immense.
The next second, this man, along with the elevated Throne he sat on, was blasted into Dust by the joint attack of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
This man was a Trace of Soul and Primordial Spirit left by Taishan Fujun when he refined the Underworld Cauldron. When combined with his true body, he could unleash the Mysteries of the Underworld Cauldron. However, even in his prime, holding the Underworld Cauldron, Taishan Fujun was still beaten into Dust by the joint efforts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Much less when there was only a Trace of Soul and Primordial Spirit here.
After the Twelve Ancestral Witches shattered Taishan Fujun's Primordial Spirit, they once again released the Du Tian Underworld King Banner, drawing out the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Demonic Fire. Demonic Clouds rolled, and they began refining the innate restrictions within the Underworld Cauldron one by one.
A thousand li away from the Incident Area in Japan, thousands of meters beneath the vast Ocean, immortal music intertwined. Large Crystal Palaces were concealed within layers of Barriers.
shrimp soldiers and crab generals shuttled back and forth within. clam girls and dragon girls carried fruit plates and dishes, walking between the Palaces. Seawater surged outside the Palace, but there was not a single drop of water inside the Crystal Palace.
This was the Crystal Palace where the Dragon King of this World resided. The main hall of the Crystal Palace was resplendent with gold and jade, with light mist curtains and colorful gauze clouds. Flutes and pipes played softly. More than a dozen aquatic race beauties, dressed in palace gowns and light gauze, danced in the center. Several crystal jade tables were placed on both sides, laden with fine wine, delicious food, and rare fruits, their fragrance assaulting the nostrils and whetting the appetite. However, the Dragon King, as the Master, adopted a humble and subservient posture, constantly observing the complexions of the two distinguished Guests while toasting, deeply fearing that he might offend them and cause his entire Aquatic Race to be wiped out.
After all, the tragic experience of the Gods of Takamagahara was still fresh in his memory.
The Dragon King did not invite many Guests, only four or five. However, besides the Dragon King himself, there was only one man, dressed in a flowing daoist robe, with an air of immortality and detachment, his ethereal temperament causing the aquatic race beauties performing song and dance to cast glances at him from time to time.
However, the man only focused on playing with the black cauldron in his hand, seemingly completely oblivious to the graceful clam girls and dragon girls around him.
This unusual scene caused Selene, who was full of exotic charm beside him, to frequently turn and look at her Boss, suspecting that he had been drained dry by some little demon today, as this was completely out of character for him.
Sitting across from this daoist was a palace-dressed female immortal, dressed as an Empress. Below the female immortal sat another woman, dressed in a stylish and simple white shirt, paired with slim-fit jeans, showcasing her graceful body curves. She was dressed like a modern urban woman, completely out of place in the Dragon Palace.
This urban woman looked at the palace-dressed female immortal, who was Queen Mother of the West, with undisguised hatred in her eyes.
"Acha! If you look at me like that again, I will suppress you under Kunlun Wastes for five hundred years as a warning to others!"
Queen Mother of the West glanced at Acha and warned her.
"Really? I don't believe it. Did you sleep with him too!" Acha retorted sarcastically: "I don't believe he's on your side!"
Saying this, Acha looked at Tang Song, just about to ask him whose side he was on.
As she looked, she saw two black and white Spiritual Lights faintly rotating in Tang Song's eyes, and a hazy aura that made people dare not look directly at him gradually spread from within his body.
At the same time, the Underworld Cauldron in his hand also emitted an ancient and majestic aura.
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