Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

Binmiao is proud.

He is a unique celestial demon, a demon seed favored by the Supreme Lord.

Although the Supreme Lord treated him like a dog, how many of the countless demons in the chaotic universe could catch the Supreme Lord's eye, and how many could be personally commanded by the Supreme Lord?
Even so, Binmiao was still unwilling to give up.

He witnessed firsthand how the Supreme Demon Lord, Pi Tuo, was killed by the Supreme Lord's single thought, and he saw how countless demons were used as food by this Supreme Lord.

The Heavenly Demon, the most feared being among all beings in the myriad realms and among all races and sentient beings, is a demon that can infiltrate and corrupt people's hearts and minds. In its eyes, it is nothing more than dispensable food.

After all, when it comes to demons, that one is the most original and ancient demon.

Most of the lower-level, middle-level, and even higher-level Heavenly Demons were created out of sheer boredom.

Even the proud Binmiao was born under that person's command.

Therefore, Binmiao harbored a deep-seated fear of that person, so much so that he dared not entertain even the slightest thought that might be amiss.

But the more this happened, the more Binmiao wanted to escape.

Especially after witnessing how carefree and unrestrained Jiang Sheng was, Binmiao wanted to live for herself and didn't want to be driven by others. After all, the Heavenly Demon should be free and unrestrained.

wrong!

These thoughts must not arise; they must be suppressed, and submission must be shown.
Having suppressed and concealed all her ambitions, Binmiao revealed a gentle and harmless smile:
"Just wait, wait for the King of Shang to come to us."

"Wait for the evil dragon to devour the Shang king's six armies, wait for the deity behind the Shang king to be bitten to death by the evil dragon, and wait for the Shang king to be powerless to resist."

"This Shang Kingdom is now ours."

Several more days passed.

In the past few days, the evil dragon has been appearing from time to time in a certain place in the southwest of the Shang Kingdom, devouring the people and destroying the city, as if it were deliberately leading Wu Tang here.

And Wu Tang did indeed arrive at the place where the evil dragon was causing chaos, just as he had wished.

Subsequently, whether it was Wu Tang, the nobles accompanying him, or the elite soldiers of the Six Divisions, they were all stunned as they stared at the monstrous dragon in the sky.

What a ferocious and terrifying dragon it was!
It was larger and more majestic than mountains. Its head, covered with bone spurs, was several times larger than a mountain peak. Its body was obese and huge, with four twisted and ferocious claws. Its body seemed to be covered with hard scales, but upon closer inspection, they were all stitched together. The whole dragon exuded a stiff and eerie aura.

It could be said that the only flexible part of this wicked dragon was its short tail covered in barbs.

Gazing at the enormous, malevolent dragon whose mere shadow blotted out the sky and covered several cities, an invisible, heavy pressure descended, like a continuous mountain range, pressing down on everyone's hearts and making them unable to muster the will to resist.

Just as the nobles were about to let Wu Tang leave first, the evil dragon suddenly lowered its head. On its huge and ferocious head, two turbid and lifeless eyes with disordered pupils stared at Wu Tang and the six divisions of soldiers whose formation had become disordered.

Suddenly, the evil dragon descended from the sky, landing on the six armies like Mount Tai pressing down on them, and began to devour the soldiers and generals. It remained oblivious to the soldiers' swords and axes, and to the various spells cast by the accompanying cultivators, as it devoured these fresh and strong ants.

Wu Tang watched helplessly as his loyal soldiers, whom he had painstakingly trained, were devoured by the evil dragon. He could only watch as the nobles beside him dragged him away, crying and begging him to leave. In that moment, Wu Tang felt nothing but rage.

An indescribable rage surged within him. Wu Tang suddenly drew his sword and shouted, "I am the King of Shang! Am I to stand by and watch my warriors and subjects be humiliated by this evil dragon, and then flee alone?"

"I cannot do it! I will fight this wicked dragon to the death!"

Having said that, Wu Tang cut his palm with the blade of his sword, letting the blood flow down: "With the protection of the Black Bird God, I, Wu Tang, will surely punish the evil dragon and protect the people of Yin Shang!"

In the distance, Binmiao watched Wu Tang charging headlong towards the evil dragon without hesitation, and suddenly raised an eyebrow: "What did that King Shang say just now?"

Tu Shan Lian hesitated for a moment: "He seems to be saying that the God of the Black Bird protects us."

A black bird?!
A supreme god?!
In an instant, a cold and noble figure appeared in Tu Shanlian's mind. Unlike Jiang Sheng's handsome appearance, that figure was beautiful and heroic, and incomparably noble.

The Supreme God of the Black Bird, there is only one Supreme God of the Black Bird in all the heavens and myriad realms, right?
Just as Tu Shan Lianxin sensed something was wrong, a clear cry resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Accompanied by the sound of birdsong, a gentle breeze dispersed the dark clouds, the raging wind and rain vanished without a trace, and the lightning and thunder dissolved into the sky.

When a beam of mysterious, clear light shone down and fell upon the world, an invisible force touched the hearts of the people of Yinqiu. The evil dragon seemed to sense the danger and kept twisting its body, preparing to escape.

Just then, a streak of blue light descended from the sky, emitting a mournful sound as it pierced the air.

In an instant, the azure rainbow pierced through the impenetrable scales, penetrating the dragon's head and splashing a torrent of dragon blood, causing even the puppet-like Prince Tuolong to roar in pain.

Immediately afterwards, a cold and indifferent voice rang out from the sky: "The Tuolong Prince of the Azure Wave Pool in the Great Wilderness Realm."

"Instead of staying peacefully in the Great Wilderness Realm, you come to the Nine Provinces Realm to commit evil deeds. Do you really think the Nine Provinces Realm is a place where you can run wild?"

As they spoke, a flash of azure light appeared, a gust of wind swirled, and countless Xuan Yu swords scattered and transformed into four torrents of blades that surged forth. In an instant, thousands of blades fell like rain, pinning the Dragon Prince Tuolong, who was about to take flight, firmly to the ground.

All that could be seen were swords, each no more than three feet long, pinning down Prince Tuolong's dragon body and limbs. Once these swords entered Prince Tuolong's body, it was as if they exerted a force of billions of jin, and even Prince Tuolong, who was known for his unparalleled strength, could not break free.

As each sword blade fell, an invisible spiritual barrier was formed.

A blue light flowed and golden rainbows crisscrossed, with streaks of golden light surging from all directions, sweeping between the sword blades. As the golden light swept to the end, it transformed into a large net woven from countless golden threads, imprisoning Prince Tuolong within it.

From the moment he appeared and took action to the moment he subdued the evil dragon, the entire process took no more than three breaths.

In the blink of an eye, Prince Tuolong was no longer able to turn back.

At this moment, the crowd cheered and rejoiced, and an elegant and noble figure slowly appeared between heaven and earth.

She wore a black jade hairpin with a green pendant and a thousand-feather jade dress;
Colorful clouds and flowing mist adorn her white robe, while phoenixes and luan birds play together, their brocade belts slender around their waists.
Twin phoenixes and luan birds, bright jade pendants, blue light and rainbows rising from the clouds;
The magic sword soars to the heavens, its might reaching the universe; the body of the Mysterious Maiden resides in the ninefold cloud palace.

The one wearing the black jade flying rainbow hairpin and the star pendant, and the Thousand Feather Jade Flower Heavenly Palace Dress, is none other than the Mysterious Maiden, the embodiment of the Golden Book in the Great Thousand Realms.

Looking at this person who appeared in Yangzhou of the Nine Provinces, Tu Shanlian couldn't help but look at Binmiao with a pitying gaze: Ordinary immortals and gods couldn't stop you, so what about Her Highness Xuan Nu coming in person?

At this moment, Binmiao could no longer care about Tushan Lian's strange gaze; he stared intently at the aloof and solitary female immortal figure suspended in the sky.

The Golden Book Incarnation of the Mysterious Woman, Ye Wenshu!

How did this person end up in Yangzhou?!
But then Binmiao realized: the reason why the Shang Kingdom was able to develop to this point and why there were no obstacles was because there was a great figure behind the Shang Kingdom who all the heavens and the myriad worlds had to bow down to!
This Shang Kingdom was created by that emperor!
That emperor also had his eyes on the human fortune and human merit of the Nine Provinces Realm, and he even started eyeing them earlier than I did!
Therefore, Ye Wenshu had made arrangements in Yangzhou early on and secretly supported its development, which is why the Yin Shang Kingdom was known as the country blessed by the gods.

Regret? Anger? Resentment? Hatred?

A flood of emotions surged into Binmiao's mind, piling up in his heart like firewood, and then began to burn fiercely, making Binmiao dizzy and seeing stars, and almost causing him to collapse to the ground.

Looking at the disheveled Binmiao, Tu Shanlian suddenly felt incredibly sorry for Binmiao. His painstaking plans had just begun when he faced an invincible opponent, and were subsequently all for naught.

The failure in planning was secondary; the most crucial factor was the blow this defeat dealt to Binmiao's morale.

It was as if fate was deliberately mocking Binmiao. Every time he had the slightest thought that he shouldn't have, fate would use various coincidences to tell Binmiao that his fate in this life was already predetermined, and that his destiny was locked in the hands of that person.

There's no escaping it, no way to escape it; the only recourse is to endure it and silently submit.
At this moment, above the evil dragon, Ye Wenshu looked at the evil dragon named Tuolong Prince and immediately noticed something was wrong with it!

"The aura is strong, but lifeless, filled with the aura of death, and emitting a putrid stench. Tuolong should have died long ago!"

As she spoke, Ye Wenshu leaped onto the back of Prince Tuolong. Looking at the hideous wound that ran almost from head to toe through Prince Tuolong's spine, and sensing the remaining Three Calamities Qi, Ye Wenshu immediately recognized the person who had made the move.

"It was Ling Yuan who killed Tuolong!"

"But how can a dead dragon still move and devour people?!"

"With Ling Yuan's intervention, Tuo Long should be dead beyond any doubt!"

Ye Wenshu was very clear about Jiang Sheng's methods. She had fought with Jiang Sheng more than once, and she knew how powerful Jiang Sheng was when he went all out.

This Dragon Prince was clearly killed by Jiang Sheng using the Three Calamities Technique; he was dead beyond any doubt. Yet, he somehow came back to life and even started hurting people.
Thinking it over, Ye Wenshu reached into the back of the Dragon Prince, grabbed something, and suddenly pulled it out!
In an instant, a tangled mass of wriggling roots twisted and struggled in Ye Wenshu's hand. This dark thing, resembling lotus root, went mad after leaving Prince Tuolong's body. It not only drew spiritual energy from the surrounding air but also tried to burrow into Ye Wenshu's body to take root and grow again.

Ye Wenshu stared indifferently at the messy, dirty thing. With a slight exertion of force, a mysterious energy burst forth, and the sharp, piercing aura instantly reduced the thing to ashes.

Immediately, Ye Wenshu turned her head and looked southwest, towards the direction where Binmiao and Tushan Lian were.

"I wonder which blind fool dares to cause trouble here."

"A mere demon dares to provoke me?"

As she spoke, Ye Wenshu made a fist, and the three-foot-long sword that had been driven into the head of Prince Tuolong swept back and landed in Ye Wenshu's palm.

The sword vibrated slightly, its three-foot blade gleaming as white as snow, without a trace of blood or impurities.

Holding her longsword, Ye Wenshu's figure flashed, accompanied by the roar of a blue rainbow piercing through the air and shattering the void. In an instant, Ye Wenshu traversed millions of miles of heaven and earth and appeared in front of the bewildered Tu Shanlian and Binmiao.

By this time, Binmiao had regained her composure. Looking at Ye Wenshu standing before her, and at the sword light that fell silently down upon her, Binmiao, seemingly resigned to her fate, suddenly shouted:

"Your Highness, I have a way to fulfill His Majesty's request!"

In an instant, the sharp blade hovered an inch above Binmiao's head, its sword energy crisscrossing, causing Binmiao's head to bleed profusely. (End of Chapter)