Chapter 215: May your Dao companions perish, not me the poor Daoist!

Mini Houtu shone brightly.

Most of the time it is brilliant and splendid, representing the Houtu Ancestral Witch's eternal vision and keen perception—no sneaky trickster could hope to hide beneath her gaze.

Of course.

There are no absolutes in this world.

But there are always exceptions that can make the glorious great Houtu overlook, causing the Mini Houtu's tattoo to dim and lose its light.

For example, covering it with an innate spiritual treasure.

Or, as is happening now, an utterly inconceivable accident, a great chaos in time and space, has driven Fengxi into the most mysterious forbidden zone.

The Houtu mark, too, can lose its potency, no longer reflecting the Houtu Ancestral Witch's all-seeing, all-knowing gaze.

Yet these situations can only exert a fleeting effect; they are far from permanent.

External objects and forces of the Great Luo level are ultimately flawed; they cannot withstand the lingering glare of a supreme powerhouse within Great Luo for too long.

Just as is the case now.

Fengxi merely lingered a bit longer in this spacetime forbidden zone, and the Mini Houtu naturally adjusted, like a disconnected network reconnecting to restore full signal.

That alone, however, is nothing.

What is truly deadly is the consequence it brings!

Resonance!

The Rahu Demon Ancestor does not know, for he is separated by a water curtain.

But Fengxi is crystal clear, perceiving every detail of the entire process with exquisite precision.

When his forehead mark regained its luster and the signal returned to full strength, there was a momentary pause—as if dazed, unsure which target to connect to.

It seemed as if a program error had occurred, eliciting the classic response: 'The number you have dialed is busy; please try again later.'

But, quickly!

In the blink of an eye, the content changed.

It became—'Program instructions corrected, call forwarding activated, please wait while connecting to another n-card n-standby card.'

Then, the chains rang out!

Among the eighty-one chains that span this heaven and earth, whose origins and destinations are unknown, one resonated and vibrated, its links trembling, shaking past, present, and future!

Fengxi raised his head, gazing at that chain, pondering the flow of its inner Dao rhythm.

—Creation Heavenly Demon Lord!

This is the information Fengxi received, indicating he is a member of the eighty-one Heavenly Demon Lords.

As for the jade hands hidden beneath the Creation Heavenly Demon Lord's white glove, who is the true master?

emmm……

To see through but not speak of it is how one lives long.

Otherwise……

Gangzu's past mistakes lie right there.

Even the autopsy report of this Gangdao Great Luo, Fengxi could easily guess.

It was because, while manipulating the Great Luo's spacetime authority, he 'accidentally' erred and strayed into the exact center of the battlefield where the two peerless killing formations of the Undead Epoch collided—a veritable act of suicide; I urge all later novice Great Luos to heed this lesson and not foolishly mess around in the Shijian Changhe.

That will cost lives!

'Costing lives… in the current situation, a single misstep will also cost lives.'

Fengxi thought of the complex vortex and terrifying mire he was trapped in; as a beloved aide of the Houtu Ancestral Witch, he oddly had an inextricable link with Fuxi the Great Sage……

Tsk.

Fengxi could already imagine how Houtu, upon learning the specifics, would gaze at him with a sinister look.

'We must find a way to break this predicament.'

The ever-resourceful Dog-headed Strategist also felt a bit panicked at this moment.

But many are even more panicked than he.

—Rahu Demon Ancestor!

This top-tier expert, destined to be imprisoned forever and wear through the prison floor, is suspected of colluding with at least four Heavenly Demon Lords, thick as thieves, and even concealing it from the Underworld River Demon Ancestor who monitors the demon realm—he has a jailbreak risk, and he is far more panicked than Fengxi.

Because, compared to Fengxi, a quasi-novice among the Great Luo, the demon ancestor knows all too well the awe-inspiring might of a certain goddess—how utterly supreme she once was!

A face‑to‑face encounter?

Impossible.

Thus he no longer cared to discuss the Great Dao, uttering not a word, not a syllable of nonsense; he merely flicked his form, turned into a dim mist, and lunged at the bloody characters etched on the distant earth——

The seven 'grievance' characters flared bright for an instant, then dimmed, becoming just as before.

At the very least, Fengxi could see nothing wrong.

No matter how many divine powers he employed to scour the past, present, and future of this spacetime forbidden zone, the result was indisputable: there had never been any Rahu Demon Ancestor or Lord of the Final Fate active here!

A jailbreak?

It does not exist.

The Rahu Demon Ancestor is a law‑abiding person.

Moreover, while investigating, Fengxi made a startling discovery.

As for the Dao Lords of Calamitous Fate, Severed Fate, and Killing Fate who had departed earlier—concerning their existence and whereabouts—they, too, seemed to have never existed at all.

At this very moment, Fengxi realized—those departed masters of great divine ability, each skilled at destroying corpses and erasing traces, hiding their tracks, were all superb!

It was as if there had never been any gathering of the Five Fates Dao Lords, secretly plotting and conducting various clandestine deals.

The Killing Fate, Calamitous Fate, and Severed Fate Dao Lords—what relation do they have with my Underworld River, Jieyin, and Lingbao?

Do not slander the gods without cause!

Little brother, let me tell you——spouting blatant truths, that's something you have to take responsibility for!

Time is pressing.

Fengxi looked around, and then realized his inner feeling had become even more urgent.

He lifted his leg, intending to slip away.

But clever as Fengxi is, he knows his own limits well; he knows that as a temporary stand-in, a Great Luo sweeping everything under heaven is no problem, but facing Nüwa… no, is it Houtu?

With his skill at hiding his movements, he might not even make two steps before being grabbed by the collar and caught red-handed!

So, what should I do?

Fengxi was somewhat dumbfounded.

Could it be that I should confess frankly to Lord Houtu for leniency?

No no no… I'd probably sit right through the prison floor!

Maybe I'll even end up as neighbors with Rahu the Demon Ancestor, facing each other, tears welling up…

Such a fate, I cannot accept!

Fengxi let out a long sigh.

As the saying goes, better for the Daoist friend to die than the poor Daoist…

Demon Ancestor, please go ahead…

You already bear so much blame; surely one more black pot for escaping jail won't matter?

Furthermore…

You too have indeed escaped, haven't you?

Worst case, if there's a chance later, I'll definitely help you get out, so you can walk the world openly and aboveboard.

After a simple self-hypnosis, convincing himself of his almost nonexistent conscience…

Fengxi extended a hand.

Using the core technique of the Great Dao of Destruction just taught by Rahu the Demon Ancestor, he hastily applied his barely grasped essence of the Slaying Immortal Sword Formation… In an instant, sword qi representing great destruction burst forth!

Clang!

Cold light flickered, cleaving heaven and earth, the purest destruction being enacted, sweeping this spacetime, striking all eighty-one chains.

Clang-clang!

At this moment, not only are the chains of the Heavenly Demon Lord of Creation trembling, but this great power is startled.

All eighty-one demon lords will receive notice—their means set up in the demon realm have been triggered!

Or rather, the means of the Great Dao of Destruction are inevitably tied to Rahu the Demon Ancestor!

Just in that instant, Fengxi sensed the aura of death… although in his boundless, eternal, free-spanning view of time and space, he saw nothing.

But he knew this must be a gaze cast down by a being of supreme divine ability!

Where the gaze arrives, the true body must follow!

Sensing the warning of the Great Dao of Fortune, Fengxi's mouth curled slightly.

His form became faint, he began to flee, locking onto a fragment of his life experience, directly transferring there, and slightly altering the historical information record presented to the outside world.

And the lingering trace of fortune aura, contracting and condensing, wrapped itself around a chain.

—Heavenly Demon Lord of the Black Sun!

This is the demon lord who was abused in the Dragon-Phoenix Era's Social Moral Responsibility Lecture during Nüwa the Sage's grand display of divine might.

Fengxi had a deep impression of this.

Nüwa the Sage single-handedly took on two, facing the Creation Heavenly Demon Lord and the Black Sun Heavenly Demon Lord alone, toyed with the Creation Heavenly Demon Lord in her palm, and thus managed to beat the Black Sun Heavenly Demon Lord into fleeing everywhere…

This is the sole cheerful laugh point in that epic film!

After all, elsewhere it's all about how the demon lords act ferociously, the innate divinities struggling to the death…

The art style differs too much; Fengxi couldn't help but be deeply impressed.

And as he thought about it usually, Nüwa… ah no, Houtu, which one does she bear a deep grudge against?

I bet.

I bet that behind the Black Sun Heavenly Demon Lord stands that one.

I also bet.

The true Lord of Fortune's Dao is also that one.

Finally, I'm still betting.

That great power will cooperate to cover me, erasing the traces I left in that forbidden land, and firmly pinning the black pot on the diligent Pot Ancestor!

The boy fluttering and swimming in the Shijian Changhe thus awaited.

He altered the historical information, slightly distorting the record—that spacetime vortex never brought him into the most secret spacetime forbidden land; at the most dangerous juncture he used an innate spiritual treasure to break free of the sucking force, narrowly escaping disaster.

As for whether this can fool heaven and cross the sea?

As for fooling the Ancestor Witch Houtu?

Then it's just a matter of luck.

Fengxi thought.

Someone as extraordinarily handsome as him surely wouldn't have terrible luck… right?

……

Fengxi left.

He naturally didn't know how exciting the subsequent events in that forbidden land were.

It's also fortunate that he left.

Otherwise, he'd be blocked there by dozens of top-tier great powers.

Chain after chain trembled, drawing the focus of the gaze of supreme mighty ones; in an instant, towering figures stood there.

Each of them flowed with an eternal, transcendent aura, filling past, present, and future, ever present, looking down upon all ages of space-time.

Patrolling the prison, to see exactly what cause led to this scene now.

And at the very spot where Fengxi had once stood, a mighty being coincidentally overlapped.

He was wise and martial, towering and outstanding, handsome beyond compare, transformed into a humanoid Dao body, his sleeves moving without wind, the smooth and flawless flow of fortune's divine mechanism tranquil, bringing vitality and spiritual charm to the barren, lifeless land.

His presence happened to cover the traces of Fengxi's existence; even any lingering aura traces, under his aura, were utterly reasonable.

"Xihuang!"

A bald divine being walked up, met his gaze, blinked, and said, "You've come?"

This demeanor carried deep meaning.

Xihuang first raised his eyebrows, seeming somewhat surprised… but immediately he concealed it, his eyes full of smiles, responding, "Yes… Fellow Daoist Jieyin, I have come."

"Then, some matters, don't forget." Jieyin the ancient Buddha smiled.

"Rest assured, I won't forget." Xihuang's mouth curved.

They exchanged something strange and wonderful.

At the same time, on another side.

An immensely terrifying power swept across; a divine female voice coldly said, "What do you think of this?"

"What need is there to consider?"

An icy, piercing voice rang out, "Nothing more than Rahu attempting a jailbreak!"

"Look at this destructive aura, pure beyond compare—it is the true meaning of the Slay Immortal Sword Formation manifest… I, the Nether River, have guarded Rahu for many years; I would not mistake it!"

"Nether River Demon Ancestor!"

This mighty being spoke.

Although a faint doubt flickered in his eyes, when drawing the conclusion he showed no hesitation whatsoever.

He directly condemned the suspect.

"But I feel there's something fishy here."

The divine female voice sounded somewhat doubtful.

"What could be fishy?"

The Lesser Yang Emperor, whom Fengxi had once seen, smiled and said leisurely, "Over the years I have witnessed Rahu Fellow Daoist's disobedient challenges to the restrictions we set."

"He's a tough nut."

"He's always been dissatisfied, thinking we framed him back then; even imprisoned, he's not peaceful, often bursting out in curses."

"Those foul words, I fear uttering them would dirty your ears and anger your hearts and lungs."

"Oh?" the divine female voice curious, "What has he said?"

"Nothing much, just calling out our names one by one… like Nüwa Fellow Daoist you, he mocks you as a good-for-nothing who can only rely on your elder brother to scrape by."

"Lazy and gluttonous, good at nothing but eating and drinking, top of the list…"

Before he finished speaking, the Lesser Yang Emperor was cut off by a violent shout.

"He dares!"

A goddess flew into a rage, jumping and shouting angrily.

That surging, violent fury and killing intent caused many mighty beings in this spacetime forbidden zone to change expression, even subtly shrinking their bodies, ready to flee at any moment.

Moreover, they exchanged glances and sent private mental transmissions.

"Rahu, is he really that bold?"

"He dares to say such things?"

"Speaking reasonably, offending Fuxi is better than offending Nüwa!"

"Offending Fuxi at most means a trip to the Primordial Battlefield."

"Offending Nüwa… how many female divinities is she on good terms with? How many wings does she have behind her?"

"Too many to count!"

"Nüwa Sovereign is now the head of the female divinities' mutual aid alliance, unbeatable!"

"Does Rahu dare challenge her authority?"

"This is basically a death wish, isn't it?"

"He surely doesn't want to live!"

They muttered in secret.

The Lesser Yang Emperor and the Great Sage Fuxi exchanged a glance, smiles flickering in the depths of their eyes.

"Rahu Demon Ancestor, intending a jailbreak… absolutely cannot be ignored, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable."

Xihuang calmly concluded, and at the same time asked a mighty being not far away, "Fellow Daoist Hongjun, in your view, how should we handle this?"

(End of chapter)