Chapter 104: Small Taiji Diagram; The Second Ghost Deity of the Underworld Returns to Position!

The world was broken and patched, Shen Ni sewed and mended.

Shen Ni was broken and patched, Nüwa sewed and mended.

“I acted too fast just now, couldn’t hold back—now it’s beyond repair,” Nüwa sighed, a trace of pity flashing across her exquisite face.

In her hand was a ragdoll resembling Shen Ni.

The doll’s head seemed crushed by immense force, a large hole pierced its brow, its eyes split open, faint tears trickling from the corners.

The entire body was covered in wounds, missing arms and legs.

Its buttocks were gone—likely torn off during the chaos and now hanging from a withered tree.

Nüwa used the power of Creation to maintain the doll’s integrity, preventing it from dissolving into dust.

“I originally planned to use Shen Ni’s body to refine its Dao, creating a ‘Gui Xu’ to represent the End for the new world.”

“Gui Xu?”

Fu Xi, pretending to be the primordial Jianmu [Da Bao Jian], was repairing the Cave Heaven.

He didn’t turn around: “With Shen Ni as material, all you can make is a ‘Blood Sea’ to recycle trash and filth.”

“Perfect—His Dao is consumption; patched together, it’s usable.”

“You’re right,” Nüwa tossed the ragged doll into the Map of Mountains and Rivers.

Then she pulled out a pearl—the Chaos Spirit Pearl.

It was the equipment dropped when they defeated Shen Ni.

A primordial spiritual treasure, it looked quite impressive.

“Take it back for lighting, not bad,” [Da Bao Jian] Fu Xi continued working, pretending he didn’t know Nüwa.

Nüwa gladly accepted his suggestion.

Many primordial spiritual roots were part of the same group; at this gathering, several had been initially reserved.

But after fighting Shen Ni together, everything changed.

They quickly found common ground and grew familiar with one another.

[Tour Guide Immortal] Ginseng Fruit Tree resided on Mount Yujing, its roots anchored at Wuzhuangguan.

In a sense, it leaned on the two great organizations—Baiyu Jing and Taiwei Yuan—and was thus well-traveled and well-informed.

Now, it was enthusiastically explaining to everyone just how evil Shen Ni was.

It gave the naive, naturally reclusive, and somewhat dim-witted primordial spiritual roots a comprehensive understanding of the “Most Evil Terrorist of Honghuang.”

“In short, if you ever encounter Shen Ni, either turn and run, or swarm it and kill it!”

“Understood!” [Gourd Merchant] Primordial Gourd Vine shook its thick vines, cracking the air with a sharp snap.

“When I return, I’ll forge several purple gourds—every time I see Shen Ni, I’ll trap it once!”

[Gourd Merchant] possessed many gourds with extremely potent effects; even alone, it wouldn’t be at a disadvantage against Shen Ni.

The Primordial Gourd Vine’s declaration earned thunderous applause from all the spiritual roots.

“The Most Evil Terrorist of Honghuang—we, the spiritual roots family, must contribute our share!”

To further enliven the atmosphere, [Tour Guide Immortal] Ginseng Fruit Tree recounted many travel stories.

Most were its own firsthand experiences, legendary in nature, filling the spiritual roots with longing.

Most spiritual roots rarely left the protection of the primordial array; they knew little of the outside Honghuang, and all were somewhat naturally reclusive or dim-witted.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been so easily tricked into joining Xiang Xuanqing’s group.

“Tour Guide Immortal, can you take me on a trip?”

Fusang Tree [Xiao Sang] was like a cheerful, sunny boy—everyone loved Him.

He was deeply fascinated by Ginseng Fruit Tree’s descriptions of travel and longed for it.

Upon hearing this, Ginseng Fruit Tree cheerfully agreed: “Of course! If you want to travel, find me, the Tour Guide Immortal!”

“You don’t need to worry about safety—I and [Da Li] can handle any ordinary primordial deity!”

[Da Li] was Huang Zhongli, who spoke little, standing silently beside Ginseng Fruit Tree like a quiet elder brother.

Seeing everyone’s expectant gazes, Huang Zhongli spoke calmly: “If you don’t encounter a Da Luo, I guarantee your safety.”

“If you do encounter a Da Luo, I’ll call another Da Luo.”

“Yay!” [Yue Yue Zi] was the first to cheer.

It was the primordial moon osmanthus from the Moon Palace; in its usual form, it resembled a quiet lady, but in truth, it was extremely lively and often bickered with [San Hua Niangniang] in the group chat.

Watching everyone’s joyful atmosphere, [Grape Patriarch] Qianti laughed heartily: “The joy of all beings is my joy!”

“Is the Grape Daoist trying to preach?” The Queen Mother of the West, pretending to be the primordial peach, remained silent—Lu Wu, the three-flower cat, was her mouthpiece.

“No, no,” Qianti replied with a smile. “I speak from the heart, filled with joy—no preaching intended.”

“Hmm, best that way. Everyone’s here for fun—just enjoy together.”

Lu Wu lay lazily on a tree branch, its tail swaying idly.

This warm scene was perfect for sleeping.

Fu Xi and Nüwa watched the lively scene within the Cave Heaven, deeply moved.

“Shen Ni is truly a good deity!” Nüwa smiled brightly.

Shen Ni’s arrival added a brilliant splash of color to this gathering.

“Daoist Ji Du is also a good deity!” Fu Xi suddenly gave Xiang Xuanqing a thumbs-up.

When Nüwa told him about this gathering, she casually mentioned her own shift in perspective.

Using the intuition granted by the Tianji Dao, Fu Xi keenly sensed something odd.

His sister had been tricked by the group leader.

But the trick itself was harmless, even beneficial—so Fu Xi said nothing.

“Only Xiang Xuanqing could have so many strange ideas to gather all the spiritual roots together.”

Fu Xi shook his head: “That guy just can’t sit still.”

“You’re not much better.”

Hearing Fu Xi’s remark, Xiang Xuanqing smirked.

We’re both Taiwei deities—don’t talk about each other.

I see every little scheme you’ve got in the Qilin clan.

Xiang Xuanqing tested his newly forged spiritual treasure, the Three Lives Stone—it worked perfectly.

“Daoist, your Bajiao Fan is finished!”

After the Demon Daoist gathering ended, everyone went home, busy with their own affairs.

Some refined pills, others arranged arrays, some researched, others created demonic creatures, still others wove nightmares…

After forging the spiritual treasure, Xiang Xuanqing handed the Wind-Fire Bajiao Fan to [Daode Tianzun], replacing the Taiji Symbol Seal.

As Xiang Xuanqing expected, removing the Taiji Symbol Seal did not cause the nascent Ye Wei form of [Daode Tianzun] to collapse.

On the contrary, replacing it with the unorthodox Wind-Fire Bajiao Fan made the Ye Wei even more solid. “Perfect compatibility—excellent!”

Xiang Xuanqing was very satisfied with his forging skill.

“As for this Taiji Symbol Seal, it’s better to return it to a familiar form.”

Xiang Xuanqing looked at the Taiji Symbol Seal in his hand; his mind stirred, and black-and-white divine light surged, swirling with wondrous aura.

Whooosh!!

Amid endless radiance, the Taiji Symbol Seal transformed in the wind—two yin-yang fish swam in a circle, tail to mouth, in the void.

Moments later, a small Taiji diagram lay quietly in Xiang Xuanqing’s palm.

“Perfect—this looks like a proper little alternate identity!”

A serious smile appeared on Xiang Xuanqing’s face.

He shook the small Taiji diagram; the grand Daoic essence flowed, and two strange beams of black and white light shot into the void.

The next instant, they became a Yin-Yang Long Bridge.

“Wrong, wrong—it should be the Taiji Golden Bridge!” Xiang Xuanqing stepped onto the Yin-Yang Long Bridge, stomped his foot, and the black-and-white light instantly turned into golden divine radiance.

Xiang Xuanqing then manifested the image of Creation’s opening, and used the small Taiji diagram to separate the clear from the turbid, stabilizing earth, water, fire, and wind.

He replicated every function of the primordial treasure, the Taiji Diagram.

Xiang Xuanqing was having a blast over here.

But over at the Taiji Diagram, things weren’t going well.

[I feel like my body has been hollowed out.]

In Baiyu Jing, the Taiji Diagram floated out of a Qionglou, drifting aimlessly in the void.

It felt confused, sensing something was off.

The Pangu Flag flew out from the First Heavenly City.

[Little brother, what’s wrong? Tell big brother!]

[Go away, what’s it to you?]

The Taiji Diagram grew inexplicably irritable—it sensed something faint.

The Pangu Flag, rejected by its good friend, wasn’t offended; instead, it circled the Taiji Diagram.

The Qiankun Cauldron saw this and flew over to join in.

Already flustered, the Taiji Diagram snapped:

[What are you staring at?]

[So what if we are?]

Because of these words, the three supreme treasures instantly clashed together.

The yin-yang Daoist who was vending his wares had just seen the Taiji Diagram fly into the air for no reason and thought something had gone wrong, preparing to ask about it.

Seeing this scene, he calmly sat back down.

“So it’s a fight, huh? Go ahead and fight—either way, in the end you two will end up using the Qiankun Cauldron to suppress each other.”

These three supreme treasures had fought together countless times; the immortals of Baiyu Jing were already used to it.

The Qiankun Immortal glanced over and ignored it, continuing to set up his stall.

“The Qiankun Cauldron itself is ridiculous—it knows full well that the Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner will always team up to suppress it, yet it still insists on joining the fray.”

The Underworld.

The three great divine lords were all busy with their own affairs.

Wangchuan was diligently cultivating in the Naihe Realm beneath the Naihe Bridge.

The Naihe Bridge itself was an enhancing primordial spiritual treasure; Wangchuan loved lying beneath it precisely because lying there allowed cultivation.

After last time being brutally overwhelmed by the “strict teacher” Piaomiao Moshen’s sea of questions in the Piaomiao Grand World, Wangchuan nearly broke down—but truly learned a great deal.

Thus, He was now working hard to transform what He had learned from Piaomiao Moshen into His own Dao.

“All the prisoners in Taisha Tian Gong are being promoted to official status now—I can’t let them overtake me, or I’ll lose my position as the ‘Fourth Giant’ among the Three Great Heads of the Underworld!”

As the River God of Huangquan, Wangchuan’s foundation was far from weak; He simply developed consciousness much later than the Three Giants.

“Alright, this study cycle is over—time to visit Sister Meng’s Great Dream World and test my progress.”

Wangchuan happily set off toward the Three Thousand Dream Realms.

As soon as He stepped into one of the realms, He collided head-on with a figure radiating majestic royal aura.

“Who are you?” Wangchuan was bewildered.

The figure looked unfamiliar, yet His aura was extremely pure—undoubtedly a native Underworld deity.

The newly arrived ghost deity, wearing a calm smile, gazed at Wangchuan.

“You’re Wangchuan, right?”

“I am the newly elevated Second Ghost Deity of the Underworld, Feimoyanqing Zhenjun!”

Xiang Xuanqing had said that once one became a ghost deity, their freedom would not be restricted.

Once Feimoyanqing Zhenjun successfully transformed into a ghost deity, He could roam freely outside.

He chose not to remain within the sect like his senior brother “Guangcheng Dasheng.”

Instead, He first came to pay respects to a major figure within the sect—Meng Wuyou.

“Feimoyanqing Zhenjun?”

Wangchuan remembered—wasn’t this one of the detained entities in Taisha Tian Gong?

Already promoted now?

At this thought, Wangchuan beamed with joy.

“Congratulations, Dao Friend! Joyful congratulations!”

“Now we’re family!”

With a new deity born in the Underworld, it wouldn’t be so lonely anymore—excellent.

Feimoyanqing Zhenjun smiled humbly: “I am newly become a ghost deity; I humbly ask for your guidance, Dao Friend!”

“No problem at all!”

Wangchuan thought the new ghost deity was very courteous—extremely good.

“By the way, what’s your sect name?” Wangchuan asked curiously.

He knew what had happened in Taisha Tian Gong; he also knew that Chan Sect had inner and outer gates, each with their own sect names.

“Me?”

Feimoyanqing Zhenjun thought for a moment: “You may call me Yuding Zhenren!”

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