Chapter 1004: Suffering as a Blade, Yellow River Stone Man

Qian Chen returned to the Luomiao, spread out a scroll of ripe rice paper on the altar, took a box of cinnabar and an ink stick, and carefully dissolved them on the inkstone.

"I still underestimated the Creation Cauldron and the Western Kunlun Mirror!"

Qian Chen reflected: "Just because they were beaten by Tai Yi doesn't mean I can look down on them."

"Sister Ding and Mirror Mirror are still very formidable. This time, their methods were so flawless that even I could not see any flaws. When opening up this realm, I intentionally imitated the state of the Supreme Being merging with the Dao, originally intending to test the Supreme Being's current state myself. But their intervention actually utilized the taboo of the Great Heavenly Demon's title to create the Path of Xing Tian, which can reverse-slay the Heavenly Dao."

"Even I cannot compare to such a grand and righteous stroke of genius."

"If it were me..."

Qian Chen thought about it and found that his head was full of crooked ideas, full of demonic wisdom.

He couldn't help but criticize himself: "Qian Chen! Qian Chen, what have you become? Every time you use your brain, it's all crooked ideas. Do you have any appearance of being a pillar of the orthodox path?"

Possessing the same level of Dao Fruit of Reality and Illusion, Qian Chen's Dao practice was far inferior to the Creation Cauldron and the Western Kunlun Mirror. Not to mention the Western Kunlun Mirror's ability to shift time at will, almost omniscient, traveling through time and space, almost omnipotent.

Qian Chen's calculation of Murong Chui still required some small thoughts, but if someone held the Western Kunlun Mirror, distorting Murong Chui's fate and modifying his life would be like playing.

Even a Qi Refinement cultivator, if they possessed the Western Kunlun Mirror, would only need to travel to the time before the True Immortal was born to kill a True Immortal who had cultivated a Primordial Spirit, just by moving a finger.

The time-space Dao Fruit of the Western Kunlun Mirror is almost unrestricted by any karma, Great Dao, divine ability, or spell. Qian Chen suspected that even below the Dao Lord, one could not resist the time and space changed by the Western Kunlun Mirror...

And the Creation Cauldron, Qian Chen still hadn't touched her bottom line.

But this time creating the world and people, and the legend of the ancient Nuwa divine treasure in the Earth Immortal Realm, the Creation Cauldron could at least modify a race's talent, divine ability, and could even determine the population's lifespan, endowment, wisdom, and all innate existence.

Tai Shang opened the Primordial Spirit Dao, and the Creation Cauldron at least hid a Great Dao almost equal to the Primordial Spirit Dao.

In the past, the Five-Colored God Race opened the divine treasure, and their innate endowment was incomparably powerful.

Longevity, infinite wisdom, rebirth from a drop of blood, immortality—this should be the Great Dao hidden by the Creation Cauldron.

Nowadays, the demon race's innate divine ability is the traditional demon race Dao of the ten-thousand-calamity-indestructible demon body, which is also walking on this path.

"No wonder the demon race has also embarked on Tai Shang's Primordial Spirit Dao. The traditional demon race Dao is in the hands of the Creation Cauldron; it's not as safe as Tai Shang's cutting off emotion and being supreme and just! The human race's divine treasure was destroyed, which should also have started from this Great Dao."

"Sister Cauldron and Mirror as teammates are truly reassuring, but if they join forces to deal with someone..."

Qian Chen couldn't help but shudder; he didn't have the confidence to escape the calculations of these two bad things.

Casting aside these concerns, Qian Chen calmed his heart, picked up a brush, and began to write on the rice paper.

In a free and unrestrained flow, a divine tiger with hanging eyes and a white forehead, stepping on mountains and carrying the wind, its malevolent qi rushing at one's face as it looked back, almost leaped off the paper.

He handed the God-Tiger Painting to the crow and instructed: "Hang it at the door!"

The vast and mighty hot wind that baked everything and scorched all things in heaven and earth was isolated outside the Luomiao.

"The God-Tiger Painting can block the power of Nu Ba, but after the Five Gods of Xing Tian return to their positions one after another, it won't be something a mere God-Tiger Painting can block!"

Qian Chen pondered slightly: "When the Female Demon of Drought is born, the first thing it will attract is inevitably that dragon demon in the upper reaches of the Jiuhe of Zhigu. After all, the Female Demon of Drought and the Ying Dragon attract each other. This great drought will inevitably lead to the Ying Dragon driving away the great waters. The Grain Transport Gang and the Heavenly Principle Sect are carrying dragon tablets and dragon tickets to find the Jiuhe Dragon God—laughable, they don't need to find it at all; the Jiuhe Dragon God is already coming!"

"The Yellow River demon, I originally thought it was that stone man, but now it seems it should be the god of the plague disaster corresponding to the Ancient Plague Locust. I don't know if it will appear as a green cow or still manifest as a stone man."

"But the weapon of Xing Tian it carries must be the embodiment of the deep suffering brought by hunger and plague on both sides of the Yellow River for billions of years."

At this thought, Qian Chen was moved. The Yellow River is indeed the ancestral water, the mother river, but the suffering it brings is too deep, flowing into a river on the yellow land, gathering into a sea.

This sea of suffering poured down, who could stop it?

And on both sides of the Yellow River, the rebellious spirit of the common people is too magnificent, like a raging fire, I'm afraid it can really behead the Heavenly Dao and make all gods bow their heads and break their heads.

"The demon from overseas should be the manifestation of the Earth-Shaking Divine Cow or the Heaven-Supporting Giant Turtle. In the past, when the Creation Cauldron opened heaven, it also beheaded the main trunk of the flesh-and-blood mother tree on the moon to support the newly opened world and support all living beings."

"Later, she threw that infinitely evil flesh-and-blood mother tree into the deep sea, forming the mother body of countless evil gods in the deep sea."

"I originally thought she was the Mother of the Flesh-and-Blood Cup, cosplaying the Cthulhu myth system. Now it seems she is completing the gestation ritual of the Heaven-Supporting Divine Turtle. Just like the Nine-Eyed Fire Ba turning into the Drought God Nu Ba, the overseas evil gods brought by the foreign ships will also transform into the Flesh-and-Blood Mother God, representing the disaster of earthquakes and tsunamis."

Although the Creation Cauldron's handiwork is as big as ever, Qian Chen is not too worried about the Flesh-and-Blood Mother God.

"Compared to the suffering and resistance represented by the Yellow River, the disaster god of earthquakes and tsunamis, even with a few points of Cthulhu myth chaos and evil, is not enough to look at!"

"Nu Ba, Ying Long, Stone Man, Mother God..." Qian Chen finally picked up his pen and wrote the two words 'Tong Shen' (Connecting with Gods).

"Plus weaponry... This judgment will begin with the prelude of my death."

"The Five Gods of Xing Tian are the fierce weapons that execute me, and also the help of the Creation Cauldron and the Western Kunlun Mirror to re-package the Great Heavenly Demon Secret Register for me. This is better than the five pillars I originally prepared."

"The originally prepared pillars can be transferred to support the world itself."

"Knowing the Great Heavenly Demon Honorific, the ultimate of power... no, the essence of the Dao Fruit of violence, then the packaging of the talisman can be more perfect. I must hurry to re-modify the Dao patterns on the mirror lens and hand them to the Western Kunlun Mirror for streaming."

"The Primordial Dao Ancestor sealed the Great Heavenly Demon Honorific, which has reached the limit allowed by this heaven and earth, representing the ultimate violence, fear, resentment, and other Great Daos of the demonic path that dominate people."

"It can be said that just based on my current understanding of the Great Heavenly Demon Honorific, it can be called the most terrifying Great Heavenly Demon in the history of the demonic path. But the Primordial Dao Ancestor, although retaining a part of the Heavenly Emperor's position of the Old Heaven, would definitely not want the taboo of the Old Heaven to affect the New Heaven too much..."

"Otherwise, he wouldn't have thrown the Great Heavenly Demon Honorific into the Earth Immortal Realm and handed it to a group of small demons who find it difficult to achieve a Primordial Spirit."

"Those Great Heavenly Demons in the Earth Immortal Realm, although there is no lack of outstanding people, compared to the Great Heavenly Demon Honorific that can dominate and control everything as long as the power is strong enough, it is still too cheap!"

Qian Chen calculated back and forth for a long time and finally determined that the Great Heavenly Demon Honorific cannot be used lightly.

Otherwise, those "Great Heavenly Demons" who fell on the road of the Dao Lord are his own lessons.

It's not yet time to explode against the Primordial Dao Ancestor.

This is a real big shot. Now he has some status, all because the Lingbao give Tai Shang face, but the Primordial big shot can really not give Tai Shang face.

If he doesn't look pleasing to the eye, he can pinch him to death lightly, and who can say anything?

Qian Chen mobilized his wisdom and revised his plan again based on the various layouts of the Creation Cauldron and the Western Kunlun Mirror. Although he didn't know what they were ultimately calculating, no matter how they calculated, it didn't hinder Qian Chen's layout this time.

These two restless Lingbao might calculate Qian Chen's little brother, but Qian Chen is calculating the—Tai Shang who operates the Heavenly Dao!

In order to test Tai Shang, Qian Chen didn't even care if he would become a woman!

After all, Yin and Yang are just small paths, how can they compare to Tai Shang, who relates to the essence of Qian Chen's existence.

Accompanied by endless fire lotuses blooming on the North China Plain, the hot wind blew vast and mighty, withering most of the north.

The wind and sand mixed with sand and dust covered the sky and the sun, shrouding heaven and earth. Even in the capital, one could see the sand dragon coming vast and mighty, and heaven and earth were dim yellow.

In this doomsday-like scene.

North of Zhigu, in the countless branching river channels between the capital and the port, the torrents became increasingly urgent.

The muddy yellow river water washed into the river channel.

The Yellow River embankment, hundreds of miles away, collapsed inexplicably at one corner.

The river embankment collapsed layer by layer, and the muddy river water in the embankment surged uneasily.

The villagers guarding the river embankment had already called the fellow villagers, and even the imperial government, which did the least human things, urgently recruited soldiers to guard the river.

Countless people pushed small carts, carrying sacks, willow baskets filled with gravel, like ants heading toward the Yellow River embankment.

But the river embankment was still collapsing, and increasingly ancient river embankment ruins were slowly exposed.

Beneath the green stone river embankment of the Gan Dynasty, the three-in-one soil embankment of the previous dynasty, the glutinous rice soil and stone embankment, collapsed layer by layer, and finally the rammed earth embankment was also washed away by the river water and collapsed.

A huge stone statue was revealed in the rammed earth.

An old man carrying a basket filled with gravel and woven with straw was about to pile it under the river embankment when he saw this scene of the stone statue being revealed.

The ant-like crowd stagnated for a moment.

But they saw the rammed earth outside the stone statue collapse again, and the head of the stone statue stood on the north bank of the Yellow River, staring at this ancient and suffering-deep land.

The old man pointed at the stone statue and shouted heart-rendingly: "Yellow River Stone Man... One eye!"

"Strange demon!" The commander of the river patrol camp shouted: "Strange demon! Quickly fill that river embankment for me, hurry up!"

The old man trembled, picked up the grass basket, roared, and stumbled onto the river embankment, plunging headlong into the turbulent, muddy river water.

The collapse of the river embankment continued, and the white-haired old men crawled again like ants.

"Fill the river embankment!"

"Repairing the river is bitter!"

"Yellow River Stone Man... One eye!"

People kept holding soil bags, carrying stones, and jumping off the river embankment. In the muddy river water, a few strands of bright red floated up. Under the revealed part of the stone statue, countless corpses were revealed, hands grabbing hands, hugging waists, piled up with white bones and yellow mud—a river embankment!

The stone man smashed the river embankment, and the surging great river broke its banks in an instant.

The rolling yellow flow finally broke free from the constraints of the river channel and raged toward the boundless plain.

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Zhao Tianli looked at the elders of the Grain Transport Gang who were putting on airs before him, and a sudden impulse surged in his heart to draw his single blade and hack this group of old men to death!

As his thoughts turned, he simply sneered, his single palm slashing down vaguely, a layer of floating soil on the surface of the earth floated up, leaving a floating palm print on the ground.

Seeing this, the elders of the Grain Transport Gang merely showed a trace of mockery in their eyes, still harping on the rules of their founder: "The dragon ticket is the precious treasure upon which our Grain Transport Gang relies for survival. The canal connects the north and south, and our millions of Grain Transport Gang disciples, from Chuan-Yu to the capital, with hundreds of large and small helms, all rely on the dragon flags and ticket vouchers to transport grain and goods!"

"How can it be handed over to an outsider?"

The old man blew his beard and stared, and some were still hitting the ground with their canes.

But with a 'Crack!', the walking stick was driven directly into the floor tiles. Before the elders of the Grain Transport Gang could recover, a heavy, muffled vibration erupted from deep underground.

Bricks and mud were transmitting a terrifying power.

Centered on the entire residence, the ground within a radius of several dozen zhang suddenly sank uniformly. A huge palm print encompassed the entire mansion, and the elders of the Grain Transport Gang were at the center of that palm print.

"Good courage!"

A fierce look flashed in the eyes of the Great Elder of the Grain Transport Gang, and he slammed his dragon-headed staff onto the ground: "If soft tactics don't work, we'll use hard ones. Do you really think our Grain Transport Gang is made of mud?"

Several elders of the Grain Transport Gang placed their hands on each other's shoulders, forming a line in a 'human' character formation.

The originally dry and thin bodies expanded like sponges. Beneath the wrinkled, trembling bodies, muscles wandered like poisonous snakes, forming circles of bulges like snakes moving under the skin of the body.

Every dry and thin old man expanded into a devil muscle man, and these terrifying muscles wandered along their arms to the shoulders of the person in front.

The thick arms seemed like elephant trunks, and the dense muscles underneath were like living things, swimming to the back of the person in front, forming a huge, ferocious dragon face on his back with muscles.

The terrifying muscles of the eight elders of the Grain Transport Gang were all gathered onto the Great Elder in just two breaths.

The muscle mass of eight devil muscle men piled together, piling up a 'ferocious dragon' that had no human form at all, a martial arts sixth-realm strange person piled up with muscles. Eight bone-thin bone frames that seemed to fall with a wind were embedded behind the ferocious dragon, like undulating dragon spines.

A group of old men in the fourth realm of True Martial Arts, not knowing what kind of combined attack method they relied on, actually poured their muscles out like skill, gathering into a living ferocious dragon.

If the old Daoist Tongshen were here, he would surely exclaim: "The Grain Transport Gang is also multi-dimensional cultivation!"

But facing the Great Elder of the Grain Transport Gang, whose terrifying physique could easily tear apart an ocean-going freighter, Zhao Tianli simply raised his right palm. Outside the residence, the Heavenly Principle Sect members arranged themselves into a formation.

The sect members arranged themselves in a Bagua formation, their feet walking the Eight Gates. Following the shouts, they surrounded the residence, facing the nine elders of the Grain Transport Gang, while turning their backs to the countless Heavenly Principle Sect members who were surrounding the Grain Transport Gang disciples in a Bagua rotation.

The qi of heaven and earth was blessed toward the center of the Eight Trigrams.

Accompanied by the vibration and compression of the air condensing into white qi clouds, the entire mansion shattered into the size of a thumb.

A huge human figure trembled rapidly in the compressed white air. The terrifying muscles all over its body snapped inch by inch, and from the knotted tendons and bones on its back, eight thin, small human figures covered in inch-long scales were violently split out.

The Great Elder of the Grain Transport Gang stared fixedly with eyes as large as fists at his own lower abdomen, which had already been covered by a thin, inconspicuous palm.

The strong and peerless vibration shrouded him in an instant, and a wisp of vibration that spread slightly shattered the entire mansion, exploding the large area of air into a living shock cloud.

"Shock... Shock... Hundred... Miles!"

The Great Elder said word by word: "You are... the altar master of the Shock Altar of the Fist Bandits!"

"The Shock and Li altars of the Righteous Fist have already disappeared!" Zhao Tianli lifted the hem of his long gown and stepped over the threshold of the mansion's ruins, without looking back: "Now what remains is the Heavenly Principle Sect! My Zhao Tianli's Heavenly Principle Sect!"

In less than an hour, the helmsmen of the Wei and Lu helms of the Grain Transport Gang arrived with smiles on their faces, carrying gift trays covered in red cloth to the place where Zhao Tianli was staying.

The Wei helm master lifted the red cloth, revealing a dragon ticket the size of a silver note, which was preserved extremely well and could still see the dragon pattern printed very clearly.

"Sect Master Zhao may not know, but the Grain Transport Gang has three treasures: the dragon flag, the dragon ticket, and the dragon staff. As a helmsman, I only hold the dragon flag and can command the brothers to transport grain. These three treasures have an extraordinary origin and are the lifeblood of the Grain Transport Gang. It is inevitable that the Great Elder has his reservations. Of course, Sect Master Zhao is a hero of his time, and if you want to find the Jiuhe Long Wang, I have absolutely no objections to lending you the dragon ticket; I will offer it with both hands!"

Zhao Tianli picked up the two dragon tickets, looked at the Canghai coiled dragon pattern and the lower river dragon map on the back, turned to the front, but it was a voucher issued by the Gan Dynasty government.

Zhao Tianli's pupils constricted, and he snorted coldly.

The two helm masters explained with a wry smile: "Sect Master Zhao, don't be anxious. This dragon ticket sounds mysterious, but in fact, it is a voucher issued by the imperial court to us, acknowledging our qualification to transport grain!"

"The Grain Transport Gang of the world cannot transport official goods of the imperial court without this ticket voucher, so it is indeed the lifeblood of our gang and has always been kept by the gang's public treasury."

"Of the Grain Transport Gang's three treasures, the dragon ticket is the credential of the imperial court, the dragon flag is the agreement between the various gangs to command disciples and communicate with flag signals on ships, and the dragon staff is the way of the Jianghu, held by the gang's elders to beat helmsmen above and punish disciples below, used to discipline gang members and maintain gang rules. I don't know when the rumor started in the Jianghu that these three treasures of the Grain Transport Gang were related to the Jiuhe Long Wang."

The Lu helm master spread his hands with a wry smile: "This dragon ticket is clearly issued by the imperial court, saying it is related to some Nine River Long Wang, isn't it nonsense?"

Zhao Tianli held the two dragon tickets and looked at them carefully, suddenly flicked his sleeves and swept down the teacup beside him, and the tea soaked the two dragon tickets.

Before the two helm masters could stand up anxiously: "Oh! Sect Master Zhao, this is the lifeblood of our helm... what are you doing!"

Zhao Tianli aligned the two wet dragon tickets against the light.

The dragon patterns on the Canghai scroll on the back of the Wei and Lu Grain Transport dragon tickets overlapped with the Lower River Walking Dragon map.

Accompanied by the dim light, the ink lines on the dragon's body overlapped. Several people were too familiar with the geography of the mountains and rivers around Zhigu, and clearly saw that those ink lines vaguely outlined an ancient surveying map.

The helmsman of the Wei helm gasped: "The back of the Grain Transport Gang's dragon ticket hides the River Map?"

The Lu helm master said solemnly: "The river channel represented by this map is extremely ancient. It is the Water Classic River Map before the canal was opened. I'm afraid it is the River Map of the Jiuhe of the Hai River in those years. Look, go upstream along the North Canal..."

Zhao Tianli also saw the point where the dragon eyes of the dragon tickets overlapped.

The Heavenly Principle Sect and the Grain Transport Gang gathered their men and headed upstream along the North Cloud River. Before long, they arrived at a fork in the river. Zhao Tianli frowned and asked: "Where are these two rivers?"

The Wei helm master looked at the situation: "This is Wuqing, and the two rivers are the Dragon River and the Phoenix River, which meet here."

Zhao Tianli said firmly: "This is it!" ===== CHAPTER 1005 =====