Chapter 28: An Yao Secretly Poisons; Mu Yao Shangzun

Before leaving, Xiang Xuanqing secretly slipped a tiny amount of poison into the small world.

Not just any poison.

It was the enhanced version of Meng Potang.

He used up a small portion of his stock.

The longer one stayed in the small world, the more severe the effects became.

This included Mu Yao and Hou Tu.

Mu Yao Shangzun’s memories were growing increasingly hazy.

“An Yao Ji Du, you’re the one who secretly slipped the poison, aren’t you!”

“You even betray your own kind!”

Mu Yao Shangzun cursed inwardly—what kind of nonsense was this!

He had kindly let Ji Du and the others off easy, yet they had poisoned him without even giving him a heads-up.

“I’m noting this down!”

Deeply regretting his poor choice of friends, Mu Yao Shangzun quickly pulled a Bagua Disc from his sleeve before his memories faded further.

Then he pressed it onto his head.

Feeling his reason slowly return and his memories surge back, Mu Yao Shangzun exhaled deeply:

“Good thing I had a backup!”

Sensing a gaze watching him from behind, Mu Yao Shangzun quickly turned around.

"Tongyou Daoist, have you shaken off the effects?" Mu Yao Shangzun looked at Hou Tu.

Hou Tu gave a slight nod.

In her hand, she held a divine pearl.

"Wuji Daoist, let’s first join forces to bring everyone back before we say anything else."

Mu Yao Shangzun looked at the several Shen Jun—Their eyes were clouded with confusion.

“Big Brother Wuji, weren’t we in a meeting? How did we end up here?”

The young Bai Ze scratched his head.

Xiao Yue Shen Jun and Tian Xing Shen Jun had spent the least time here and still retained relatively clear memories.

“We must leave quickly!”

The two Shen Jun were anxious—they felt their memories fading and were gripped by inexplicable dread.

“Alright, let’s go for now!”

The four Shen Jun joined hands and opened a temporal-spatial passage.

At that very moment, the world trembled again.

This place had already endured the crossover of Chaos Demon Gods, then been struck by Xiang Xuanqing’s divine treasure, and now faced the powerful arrival of the Qilin Clan’s Shen Jun.

Now, as the four Shen Jun tore open space once more,

the Nameless Sea finally reached the brink of collapse.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!

Mountains and seas shattered; the very laws sustaining this world dissolved into oblivion.

Honghuang Heaven and Earth.

In a certain corner.

A colorful butterfly rested on a delicate, vibrant little flower, savoring its nectar.

As the Nameless Sea world shattered, the delicate flower withered at an astonishing speed.

“Eeeyaa!”

The butterfly panicked and flew swiftly into the air.

Its trembling wings stirred a gentle breeze.

The withered flower could not withstand it, turning to ash and scattering away.

“My small world is gone.”

Yinghuo Shangzun sensed the world’s destruction.

“If it’s gone, it’s gone.”

He knew exactly how much poison he had used.

Even if this small world hadn’t collapsed, it likely wouldn’t have been habitable anymore.

Making it a trap wasn’t bad.

Yinghuo Shangzun felt a pang of regret: “Ah, I lived there a long time—now it’s suddenly gone. I’ll have to find a new place.”

“You can’t possibly be without a place to live?” Xiang Xuanqing smiled.

Even if a primordial divine being had nowhere to stay, how could the ancestor of the Feng Clan be without one?

“It’s different.”

Yinghuo Shangzun shook her head—phoenixes never alight on barren ground.

She had very high standards for her dwelling.

The Nameless Sea world had originally been a Fire Sea world.

Later, Yinghuo had found a primordial divine treasure here and spent considerable time modifying the place.

Not to mention, the strength of the world’s laws was extremely high.

“I’ll have to move again—this time, I need to find somewhere better!”

As she thought, Yinghuo Shangzun scanned the various tributaries of the Temporal River.

“Aren’t they chasing us anymore?”

The Boat of Passage had already carried Xiang Xuanqing and the others back to the Primordial Temporal River.

Bai Hu Shen Jun and the others had no idea where they had ended up.

“That white tiger realized what was happening and chose to cut its losses in time,” Xiang Xuanqing said, letting the oar drift freely as he set up a large pot on the small boat again.

“What’s this?”

Yinghuo Shangzun, curious, sat beside the pot and kindly added a divine flame.

"Meng Potang—a recipe from a Daoist, which I’ve improved upon."

“Oh.”

Yinghuo Shangzun didn’t press further.

Xiang Xuanqing meticulously added ingredients to the pot.

His stock had been significantly depleted—he needed new supplies.

This time, by mixing Meng Potang into the small world, excluding the two who returned promptly, he had affected roughly nine divine beings.

“Still needs improvement!”

Yinghuo Shangzun sat quietly, watching Xiang Xuanqing brew the potion.

When Xiang Xuanqing finally stopped, she asked: “Have you uncovered the Qilin Clan’s secrets this time?”

“Not even close.”

Xiang Xuanqing shook his head: “Qi Lin himself didn’t show up, and several Shen Jun are hiding their true strength—I can’t tell anything.”

“But that white tiger is quite capable. If we fought normally, it’d be a real match.”

Xiang Xuanqing held Bai Hu Shen Jun’s strength in high regard.

Yunlu Shen Jun was decent too.

Just a bit weaker than Bai Hu Shen Jun.

"By the way, I noticed a few other Daoists."

“So did I.”

Yinghuo Shangzun added more flame to the pot—Hou Tu was a friend of her sister’s.

Xiang Xuanqing nodded, not asking further.

He said: “Mu Yao was there too. That guy’s up to something.”

“Last time we held a meeting, he deliberately inserted footage of someone provoking the Qilin Clan to confuse everyone—he almost got away with it.”

“He clearly has arrangements within the Qilin Clan.”

“So you did it on purpose?”

A radiant smile spread across Yinghuo’s face.

“Just teasing him.”

Xiang Xuanqing had tampered with her world before leaving—how could she not know?

Qilin Clan.

Mu Yao sneezed.

“Big Brother Wuji, are you alright?” The young Bai Ze looked at him with concern.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.”

Mu Yao Shangzun waved his hand. “Little Bai, go with everyone to the Qilin Tree and rest—cleanse yourself.”

“Don’t leave any negative effects behind.”

“Got it!”

Bai Ze and the other Shen Jun headed toward the location of the Qilin Tree.

Houtu also followed along.

“Interesting.”

Mu Yao Shangzun stroked his chin.

Houtu’s silhouette gradually receded from his line of sight.

Mu Yao turned and headed deep into the ancestral lands to report this journey to the Primordial Qilin.

“Understood. You’ve worked tirelessly.”

The Primordial Qilin stood with his back to Mu Yao Shangzun, now gazing intently at a vast star map.

He seemed unconcerned with the gains and losses of this expedition by the divine lords.

Mu Yao Shangzun glanced at the star map in the sky and silently committed it to memory.

“Lord, then I’ll take my leave.”

“Mm.”

The Primordial Qilin waved his hand.

Mu Yao bowed deeply and withdrew.

Du Guang Zhi Ye.

The divine tree pierced the heavens, its trunk towering a hundred ren, devoid of branches.

Here, a hundred grains grew wild; one could hear the luanniao singing of their own accord, and behold the fengniao dancing freely.

Lingshou bore fruit and flowers; grasses and trees gathered here, and countless beasts played together.

A scene of utter peace and harmony.

A primordial deity clad in blue robes stood atop Kunwu Hill, holding a scroll, gazing upward at the stars and downward at all phenomena.

The rhythm of heaven and earth’s great Dao, the rise and fall of sun and moon, yin and yang, all followed his will.

“Brother, did you come here specially to wait for me?”

A goddess stepped forth from the void, walking gracefully forward.

Fu Xi turned back and smiled warmly.

(End of Chapter)