Chapter 1013

In the blood-colored glow, the bronze-colored claws curled slightly. When the three green jade-textured claw tips touched, the air suddenly erupted with the crisp sound of glass shattering.

Clay-Figure Zhang, wrapped in breathing soil, couldn't even let out a scream—

The hundred-zhang mud body was like a doll in front of Yinglong.

The circular hole suddenly sunken in the clay figure's chest went straight through to its back, falling from the sky like a meteor and making a dull sound on the ground.

Zhigu City, dozens of miles away, could feel the trembling from the soles of their feet, extremely faint, as if the earth had absorbed most of the power.

The fangshi turned his head, unable to bear looking. The confidence and composure of Clay-Figure Zhang a moment ago, and his figure disappearing from the sky the next moment, was nothing more than a flick of Yinglong's finger.

The smoke and dust dissipated. Clay-Figure Zhang was stuck to the mud wall in a bizarre posture, maintaining a fearless stance. His whole body was unnaturally twisted, as if he had been smashed into a meat patty by some invisible giant hammer!

The part of the mud in contact with him had liquefied, and blood was gushing out from his broken-doll-like body as if it were free.

Yinglong's eyes, like the sun and moon, still gave him a trace of negligible attention. The slightly curious look was not angered, but just as calm as flicking away an interesting little bug.

Most of its attention was still on the iron lotus flower at the Sancha River mouth, revealing a trace of joy amidst the anxiety...

The fangshi rode the iron dragon and came above Clay-Figure Zhang, shaking his head and sighing: "How did you dare?"

"Although Yinglong is a god of intelligence and integrity, and it can even be said that it loves humans. But it is a god after all. The love of a god is so vast for an individual mortal; you should know how small you are in its eyes!"

"It is the God of War of the human race, but it doesn't care about a mortal who blocks its path."

The fangshi looked at Yinglong with complex emotions, and also at Clay-Figure Zhang.

"I... know!" Clay-Figure Zhang was still confident: "Earth... Earth overcomes water! Bound... bound to win!"

The fangshi couldn't hold it anymore: "Is that how the five elements overcoming each other are used? I thought you had calculated some fatal flaw of Yinglong. That is an ancient God of War! The God of War who beheaded the Master of Soldiers, Chiyou! Even if this isn't even a clone of it, even if... it only has one-billionth of its power, it is enough to kill any Primordial Spirit True Immortal in seconds!"

Clay-Figure Zhang laughed: "I know... I haven't truly merged with the breathing soil yet. The Heavenly Empress... used earth to create humans, so I am also earth, and I am also human!"

As he spoke, Clay-Figure Zhang tremblingly reached out his hand, pointing at Yinglong, who was leaping over his head like a Tianhe in the sky.

The next instant, his body completely shattered, flesh and blood smeared on the thick breathing soil. The breathing soil, fused from countless clay figures, wriggled and mixed with his flesh and blood. Inexplicably, the fangshi understood what he meant.

They came from the mud, and they will surely return to the mud!

If the breathing soil cannot be endless, if it still cannot annihilate the flood, then it must be that he did not return to the mud. The power of 'human,' the life of 'human,' and the continuation of 'human' must all return to that mud.

This is breathing soil...

On the earth, the pool of mud knocked down by Yinglong wriggled again. This time, its speed was faster.

The endless vitality hidden in the earth gathered toward that piece of mud...

At this time, a thin, old man hurried here.

Looking at the mud dam wriggling and growing on the ground, his shoulders slumped, and he muttered: "Finished, finished! The Sect Master's instructions were unclear, and I was confused when I heard them. Who exactly is this God of Theater?"

Behind him, a gorgeously dressed dan role seemed to have hurried down from the stage. Seeing the mud mixed with blood, he also said in a low tone: "Old predecessor Clay-Figure Zhang, he was also protecting this Zhigu City. Whether he is the God of Theater or not, what does it matter? Old sir, if you have any means to help, use them quickly!"

The old man took out a mask that looked like human skin from his bosom and squeezed it.

"You don't understand. This grand world is a Senluo Hell, and you and I are all evil ghosts and asuras. Only the Sect Master can save all living beings and reopen this world. So it doesn't matter whether he saves people or not. Sending things to the wrong person is the real trouble!"

The male dan raised his eyebrows, his delicate face naturally majestic: "Old master, I respect you as an old master... I don't understand what you are saying, but I play the role of Guanyin, and I don't know how many people have begged me to save them from suffering. But in the end, it wasn't Guanyin who saved them, and it certainly wasn't me. The ones who saved them have always been themselves!"

"If I see them begging me to save them from suffering and I think of myself as Guanyin, then what have I become?"

"Different, different..." the old man shook his head.

The male dan wiped his face clean and replied: "All the same, all the same. Even if Guanyin really descended to the world, the ones who can save us are still ourselves!"

At this time, the mud dam rose again, countless mud wriggled like flesh and blood, and the muddy yellow mud molded a human body, which was exactly the appearance of Clay-Figure Zhang.

The Creation Dao fangshi was speechless, because he saw that divine brilliance was flowing in those plain, ordinary mud, which seemed to have been kneaded into the mud. The Clay-Figure Zhang, who was flesh, blood, and mud, gave the breathing soil a most critical transformation, and the kneaded mud had life.

For the first time, the fangshi saw that legendary divine treasury gestating in the mud...

Without essence, qi, or spirit, without wisdom or longevity, all that remained was a bit of endless creation hidden within. Different from the weirdness of the Flesh Mother Tree, this mud embryo was sacred, kneaded out bit by bit by Clay-Figure Zhang.

At this time, the fangshi finally saw the "Endless Creation Yellow Mud Body" mentioned in the Creation Dao inheritance!

Clay-Figure Zhang looked back at them, and the mud beneath his feet piled up again into a high mud stick that soared into the clouds, making the old man below shout anxiously: "Wait, the Sect Master still has something for you!"

Clay-Figure Zhang stood on the mud stick and looked back again. This time, the old man finally threw the mask up.

He caught the mask, looked at the fleshy, demonic mask that seemed to be piled up with countless faces, and said calmly: "Tai Sui, the beginning of flesh and blood. In the past, the Heavenly Empress and the Bright Venerable used this to mold all living beings and things, and it is also the creation mud material I have been pursuing for a long time. Sect Master Xuanzhen gave this to me, presumably to let me use this Tai Sui mud to mold all living beings and things, and to bring out the twelve-fold mystery of the Tianhou Palace's clay doll inheritance."

"But..."

"You and I are both Yellow Mud Bodies, so why seek creation from outside?"

"With my flesh and blood, the breathing soil is complete!"

Clay-Figure Zhang casually put it behind his head: "I have already understood the way to seek victory. Great grace of the Bright Venerable, the living beings of this world have no way to repay! Among the Sichen in the sky, only he has always looked over! Among the creations of all Sichen, only he molded us into humans. I already know his doubts. We originate from his light falling, and apart from greed, hatred, ignorance, and the three poisons and all evils, what is the difference between the integrity, wisdom, benevolence, courage, and all kinds of light and him?"

"It's the heart!"

"Please let the Bright Venerable know that this heart is no different from his heart, and this heart is different from his heart!"

Having said that, Clay-Figure Zhang rushed into the clouds. Beneath the feet of the mud-molded body, the mud pillar connected to the earth like an umbilical cord. At that moment, this umbilical cord absorbed endless soil and vitality from the earth.

Clay-Figure Zhang roared to the sky, his body expanding billions of times.

From the Loess Plateau to the North China Plain, from the source of the Three Rivers to the shore of the East Sea, from the red soil of Africa to the frozen soil of the Antarctic, wherever there are people, wherever people live, wherever people are buried.

Billions and billions of soil, even the Yellow River raging eastward, was drained for an instant.

A giant standing between heaven and earth hugged the massive dragon body spanning heaven and earth tightly with both hands. At this moment, he was no longer the size of a toy doll, but like a fat doll in a New Year painting hugging a carp. The knotted muscles were like dragons and snakes piercing the giant's whole body, forcibly strangling Yinglong.

With the sublimation of Clay-Figure Zhang's will, all traces of the past and future in secret history were gathering toward him at this moment.

"No more past, no more future, only this moment!"

The mud body was still surging with his will. All living beings and people on the entire plain could see a giant like a mountain, strangling the Tianhe spanning the firmament, pulling the dragon body down from the nine heavens!

Yinglong was finally angry!

The dragon body spiraled down like the Tianhe, entwining the breathing soil giant. Countless torrents churned in the body, endless true water surged, and the sky seemed to really tear open a giant mouth. The Tianhe spanning the cosmos passed by the world, and the flood sufficient to submerge the earth flowed in Yinglong's body. That mighty dragon body circled the earth several times, entwining this breathing soil giant to strangle, grind, and wash it.

Endless mud was collapsing, turning into rotten mud, turning into the Yellow River peeling off the giant.

Even if Qian Chen looked at the giant dragon from afar, he could only sigh that it was fortunate that only the Hong Hong Sihai Dragon Clan went to the Return to Ruins in the past. If there was a trace of the will of this strongest member of the Dragon Clan, the True Dragon Dao Fruit and the Ancestor Dao Fruit would be so terrifying that even he could not resist.

Just as the dragon body turned, the breathing soil body of the giant who was standing between heaven and earth just a moment ago had annihilated to the point of only a negligible amount left.

Clay-Figure Zhang returned to his original appearance, entwined in the center by Yinglong's body, but he still inserted his hands into the dragon scales, wanting to tear open the dragon body...

Yinglong's eyes flickered with mighty light, majestic as the sun and moon, staring at the small Clay-Figure Zhang in its arms.

"Yellow Emperor! Your descendants are still... still so proud!"

The divine dragon finally looked squarely at the ant. It took a deep breath and sprayed a mighty dragon breath that pierced the Tianhe at Clay-Figure Zhang.

The blue dragon fire submerged Clay-Figure Zhang. The small mud embryo, the endless breathing soil, finally solidified, melted, and flowed in that terrifying fire...

Yinglong's wings turned into smoke and rain and fell, evaporating in the dragon breath.

The surface of the clay figure melted and flowed, and the endless vitality also solidified. Finally, Yinglong's wings fell, and a crisp sound like jade breaking echoed in the silent heaven and earth. On the cooled clay figure, the sky-blue luster flowed with the brilliance of beautiful jade, freezing him at the moment he raised his head.

Immediately, cracks ran through Clay-Figure Zhang's whole body, like the sky-blue color of Ru ware porcelain meeting the crackle of Longquan celadon.

Yinglong's body rolled, and the porcelain figure entwined by the endless Tianhe turned into powder.

Bones ground to dust, soul scattered!

Crystal-clear "jade dust" floated in mid-air. Heaven and earth were silent. When the strongest member of the Dragon Clan and the first God of War of the human race revealed their majesty, heaven and earth were filled with a murderous atmosphere, finally reminding people that the God of War is the God of War not because it is intelligent and upright, but because it is invincible!

At this time, there was still a foreign object that Yinglong could not grind away...

That "Ten Thousand Changes Demon Face," the "True Talisman of a Hundred Phases and Ten Thousand Changes," fell, and there was just one more face on it.

A face of Clay-Figure Zhang!

That face fell in mid-air, encompassing the fluttering "jade dust," and drifted to the old man like a withered leaf.

The old man, acting as a deacon of the Xuanzhen Sect, picked up the mask, handed it to Liang Sulan beside him, and asked: "Accustomed to playing Guanyin, do you still know how to sing a man's play?"

Liang Sulan was slightly stunned, but still firmly took the mask: "Which play does the old sir want to hear?"

"Governing the Flood!"

"Great Yu governs the flood?"

Liang Sulan looked at the mask in his hand, which had been molded into the face of Clay-Figure Zhang.

He gently picked up the mask and covered his face. The mud beneath him suddenly wrapped around him. In the mighty torrent falling from the nine heavens, a huge bulge emerged from the earth.

The divine turtle let out its dying gasp, and the giant turtle corpse with its belly facing up floated up from the mountains and five peaks, from the plains and earth.

It blocked the mighty, overflowing river water!

The old man stood up, and the fangshi drew a long knife from the iron dragon beside him and handed it to him.

The old man looked at him, took the long knife, and dissected its body in front of the three-legged giant turtle that blocked all the floodwater flowing toward Zhigu City.

"The surging flood is cutting, vast and mighty, embracing the mountains and hills, vast and mighty..."

Someone sang in the corpse: "The flood is surging to the sky, vast and mighty, embracing the mountains and hills, the lower people are all subject to the water. I travel on land by carriage, by boat on water, by sled on mud, by sedan chair on mountains. I travel through mountains and cut down trees, and with Yi, I give the masses rice and fresh food; I dredge the nine rivers to reach the four seas, dredge the ditches to reach the rivers, and with Ji, I give the masses food that is hard to get..."

The old man started the Erhuang Daoban.

The man born from the mud stood on a high platform, looking back at the Tianhe spanning the sky and the rivers and seas flowing at will.

Only heard a bright voice: "The murky waves are surging to the sky and rolling over the nine provinces—"

(Shaking sleeves and pointing angrily) The Yellow Dragon wags its tail and splits the hills!

(Turning around with cloud hands) Yao and Shun shed tears for the suffering of all living beings,

(Kicking the python and walking fast) Yu's axe splits open the sorrows of all ages!

A roar like thunder came from heaven and earth, and the murky waves slapped against the giant turtle corpse blocking the mountains. A temple keeper holding a huge round fish turtle shell floated in the murky water, drifting under the three-legged giant turtle corpse that looked like a hill.

He held up a long bow high and threw it toward the hill.

"Catch!"

Behind Liang Sulan, an old man with graying temples, thick calluses on his hands and feet, and sleeves and trouser legs rolled up like an old farmer, grabbed the divine bow thrown over.

The deacon old man then sighed: "Why only you can respond to this calamity, that is why!"

"Yinglong is the God of War of the human race, almost invincible! Only your path can play King Yu, summon the true incarnation of King Yu in secret history, and stop Yinglong."

"Yinglong descended as a flood demon, although its divine power is peerless, it only incarnated as a Tianhe and did not stir up a flood that would destroy the world."

"But secret history emerges, and King Yu will definitely repeat the act of governing the flood in secret history to fight Yinglong. And when governing the flood, Yinglong also often helps King Yu. Only when these two hearts conflict, and god and demon are in one thought, can this dragon be truly subdued, so that it cannot ruin the Sect Master's major affairs!"

The old man said shamefully: "But Clay-Figure Zhang's sacrifice made the situation better than I thought."

"Clay-Figure Zhang used the power of the human race to strive for self-improvement and never stop, melting flesh and blood into breathing soil, fighting Yinglong's Tianhe, and blocking the flood, almost repeating the secret history of Gun governing the flood!"

"Now I dissect its corpse and order Yu to appear, which is to use the Tai Sui demon face bestowed by the Sect Master and Liang Sulan's path to mold the spirit for King Yu, and use breathing soil and Tai Sui to mold the flesh for King Yu."

"In this way, King Yu in secret history almost completely walks out, enough to suppress Yinglong!"

Yu reached out and beckoned, the mud on the ground suddenly split open, and in the abyss, a divine axe split the earth and came out from the breathing soil.

The breathing soil, which is enough to gestate everything and hides creation, was used as a carrier, actually manifesting the spiritual treasure "Mountain-Opening Axe" engraved in secret history.

Great Yu reached out and beckoned, the divine axe flew into the sky, turning into a giant axe that could be seen by half of the present world.

The axe head was higher than the clouds and above the nine heavens. With a heavy swing of Great Yu, it slashed down.

The mountains and earth sank and split, countless river channels were opened to lead the flood spreading on the earth into them, and the void also split, swallowing the mighty Tianhe clouds and rain.

In the south, a stone man in the Yellow River also roared.

The axe mark almost pierced through it.

This was an intentional or unintentional accidental injury.

"Great Yu!" the stone man was furious: "You are looking for death!"

Three angry hums came from the sky in sequence, a majestic female voice, a dissatisfied male voice, a girl echoing, and finally a cold hum that was weird and dissatisfied on both sides!

The Yellow River raging toward the South Grand Canal was also slashed by an axe, and most of the flood was led into the ancient Yu river channel.

The Mountain-Opening Divine Axe finally hit Yinglong's body. The scales washed by the nine-heaven Tianhe split under the axe blade, and the surging heavy rain poured down like blood, but was accommodated by the void river channel opened by the Mountain-Opening Axe.

Great Yu beckoned again, and a picture scroll floated up from the mountains and rivers.

The temple keeper hurriedly threw the oracle bone in his hand onto it. In an instant, a River Map took away the surging flood flowing across the earth and encompassed Yinglong spanning the nine heavens.

That massive dragon body circling the earth and even swimming in the Tianhe, with the River Map's encompassing, finally revealed its full appearance. The wings on its back spread out like wind and rain, the true shadow of the sacred and majestic divine dragon emerged, and the endless majesty and power made everyone who witnessed it blank in their minds for a time.

Great Yu grabbed a Xuan Gui.

Yinglong fell to the ground and placed its head in a position lower than the Xuan Gui.

Finally, the breathing soil beneath its feet lifted up like a heavenly pillar, lifting Great Yu high, and also lifting the position of the Xuan Gui.

That Xuan Gui was like the Jade of the Blue Sky during the sacrifice to heaven in the Return to Ruins in the past, and it was also a symbol of the will of the Earth and the will of heaven and earth.

It was the manifestation of Great Yu's achievements and a divine artifact for sacrificing to the earth.

Yinglong's will also had to bow before it, bowing to this sage who had the most outstanding achievements among the Five Emperors of the human race.

And Great Yu's will did not want to make things difficult for Yinglong.

So he lifted himself up, allowing Yinglong to be able to hold its head high...

"It turned out to be as the Sect Master expected!"

The deacon old man sighed, invited King Yu out, and finally suppressed Yinglong, offsetting this most terrifying enemy. He looked back at the people behind him, hoping that the Sect Master could seize this opportunity!

(End of chapter)