Chapter 55: Facing the Box Opened, the Wretched Shen Ni

Fuxi was watching the scenery in the mountains.

In his hand he held the Eight Trigrams; his ears were tuned to the same “gossip.”

“So that’s how it is.”

“My sister actually has stories like this?”

“Hmm, it seems your friend Wuyou isn’t simple either.”

Fuxi listened with great interest as Nüwa and Meng Wuyou recounted their “deep friendship.”

Tai Su’s Nine Heavens, the Twelve Goddesses.

Tai Su and Zi Xiao were at odds.

Fuxi knew this, of course.

But he had never asked about or divined these private matters of Nüwa’s before.

The reasons behind it, he learned for the first time today.

This satisfied Fuxi’s appetite for gossip.

In contrast, the shy young man Wang Chuan looked deeply sorrowful.

He wanted to cover his ears.

“I’m done. Was I supposed to hear this?”

“I’ve heard so much today—I’ll die, won’t I? I’ll definitely die!”

Wang Chuan roared inwardly, his face filled with regret, as if he could already see his death approaching.

“Friend, don’t worry.”

Fuxi’s voice was as smooth as jade; he gently comforted the young man: “I just divined your fate—you’re blessed with longevity, you’ll live to be a hundred.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Chuan’s expression grew even more tragic, nearly to tears.

Living to a hundred? That’s clearly a death sentence!

Even if I don’t know whether it’s tied to today’s events, I’m still going to die.

What bad luck.

“Thank you so much, Feng Xi, friend,” Wang Chuan said insincerely.

“No need to thank me—I’ve always been eager to help.”

Fuxi smiled with gentle eyes.

“Hey, Feng Xi, did you get here this quickly?” Beneath the pale moonlight, a strikingly radiant goddess appeared.

She wore a deep black robe, as dark as the night sky, embroidered with intricate silver thread patterns resembling a flowing river of stars, shimmering brilliantly; her hair, pitch-black as ink, fell softly to her waist, occasionally lifted by the breeze and dancing in the air.

As she moved, her robes fluttered with the wind, enhancing her ethereal, immortal grace.

“Fu Yu, friend!”

Fuxi cleared his throat, reminding Nüwa and Meng Wuyou, who were still “bonding.”

He turned to the goddess who had landed nearby.

For the third time, he calculated her identity.

Fu Yu, captain of the Northern Sea squad.

[Primordial True Name: Fu Yu, one of the Twelve Goddesses, Xuan Xiao Goddess, Lord of Black Water.]

“Hey, another piece of info—related to the Azure Dragon? Romance? Hmm, fascinating.”

The smile in Fuxi’s eyes vanished in an instant.

At the very moment Fuxi was calculating Fu Yu’s identity:

[Feng Xi, captain of the Mythic Squad.]

[Primordial True Name: Fuxi, Lord of Du Guang.]

[Hmm, there’s information about the Zhou Tian Star Gods—which star does this correspond to?]

Behind Fu Yu, a handsome young Daoist suddenly appeared, smiling as he nodded to Fuxi.

Fuxi narrowed his eyes.

Oh, this fellow is impressive!

He looked behind Fu Yu.

The young Daoist was clearly before him, yet seemed detached from the world, transcendent and otherworldly.

[Nan Hua Zhenren, member of the Northern Sea squad.]

[Primordial True Name: Kun Peng, Lord of the Northern Sea’s Xianyao Immortal Realm.]

[Frequently travels between the north and south of Honghuang, a powerful being from Baiyu Jing.]

[Oh my, I’ve run into the real deal!]

Fuxi blinked and bowed to the young man.

Kun Peng returned the bow with a faint smile.

Both of them simultaneously thought:

[This old fox is hiding deep!]

[The guy across from me is a menace—stay careful.]

They were both terrifying enough… On Fu Yu’s other side stood another goddess, holding a jade scroll of edicts, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Fuxi and Kun Peng.

This was Qing Xiao Goddess [Nü Qing].

She wore a long green robe, her eyebrows like distant mountains veiled in ink, her eyes like autumn waters stretching to the horizon, her nose straight, her cherry lips slightly parted in a faint, gentle smile—serene yet commanding.

Since encountering Fuxi and Kun Peng at the Sixth Divine Palace, Nü Qing had instinctively gripped her edict scroll—and she still hadn’t let go.

There was no choice; these two were genuinely terrifying.

This terror was different from the pressure the Lord had given her.

Xiang Qing’s pressure came from his cultivation and status.

But these two made Nü Qing feel as if they could see right through her.

Since we’ve all collected the Divine-Slaying Edict, let’s complete the mission first.

The spirited Fu Yu acted decisively, exuding authority; her words instantly shattered the eerie atmosphere.

Nüwa and Wuyou calmed down.

Fuxi and Kun Peng remained composed, smiles hiding knives.

“Yes, yes, the mission comes first!”

Wang Chuan quickly raised his hand, revealing the Divine-Slaying Edict.

Their mission: The Ethereal Journey.

Task details: Travel through the Ethereal Great World, uncovering mysteries one by one to collect three Divine-Slaying Edicts.

Then rendezvous at the Central Mountain Range and open the ancient divine tomb.

Now all three squads had gathered their Divine-Slaying Edicts—only the ancient tomb remained to be opened.

“Open the tomb first!”

The three squads united, each producing their Divine-Slaying Edict.

A thunderous boom echoed from deep within the mountains.

Rocks tumbled, dust rose in clouds.

Three breaths later, a silver light suddenly blazed like a miniature sun, dazzlingly bright.

As everyone looked up, the silver light shifted, then coalesced into a beam shining upward.

A cavern became faintly visible.

“My heavens, we’re finally out of that place!”

“Shen Ni, damn you! What kind of hellhole did you drag Grandpa here to? Now I’m trapped and can’t move!”

A voice filled with relief and fury rang out from the tomb.

Immediately followed by a lazy tone: “Oh dear, mistake, after all.”

“I got trapped here with you too, didn’t I?”

“I haven’t complained—why don’t you cut down on the yelling?”

Xiang Gu’s Corpse flew into a rage: “Cut down on yelling? I won’t!”

“You sleep in your coffin every day—you wouldn’t complain!”

“How many eons has Grandpa Xiang Gu roamed Honghuang? What vast realms I’ve seen! And now I’m stuck in this dump for thirty thousand years!”

“I should’ve never come with you—you cursed fool!”

Shen Ni looked helplessly on, letting Xiang Gu’s Corpse rant endlessly.

After all, it was his fault.

They’d originally come to the Ethereal Great World to find the remains of a Demon God.

But they’d just happened to arrive when the Dragon Clan had strengthened their trial universe.

The two were unlucky, trapped inside this divine tomb.

They could only wait for “heroes” to come rescue them.

“Enough, stop yelling.”

“The door’s open now—let’s go. See if we can still find the Demon God’s remains. Hope they haven’t moved.”

Shen Ni stepped out.

Xiang Gu’s Corpse followed, scowling.

Then.

Seven deities suddenly appeared before them.

“Are you Shen Ni?”

Fu Xi smiled as he rolled up his sleeves.

“Who are you?” Shen Ni asked, puzzled.

“You’re the number one rebel of Hong Huang?”

The four goddesses—Tai Su, Xuan Xiao, Qing Xiao, and Zi Xiao—brightened at once.

“Oh, old friend!”

Kun Peng pulled out a black banner.

Wang Chuan also drew out a mirror—given to him by Xiang Xuanqing.

The corpse of Xiang Gu, standing nearby, instantly understood the situation.

His expression darkened.

Quietly, he unslung his long spear from his back.

“So you’re the ‘Braves’?”

Immediately, he took a large step back.

With lightning speed, he moved faster than Shen Ni could react, retreating back into the tomb.

BOOM!

The tomb gate slammed shut.

Shen Ni was left outside, barred from entry.

The corpse of Xiang Gu inside the tomb shouted to Nu Wa, Fu Xi, and the others: “What you hold is the Divine-Slaying Edict.”

“It means you intend to execute Shen Ni.”

“I’m not Shen Ni’s ally—I’ve already severed ties with him just now.”

“You carry on!”

“I’m going back to lie down.”

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