Honghuang: Creation of the Green Lotus, the beginning of the Three Pure Ones

A deafening roar of response resounded, and the long-dormant war machine of the Heavenly Court roared into action. Terrifying war aura converged into an invisible torrent, rushing straight to the west.

The Jade Emperor took a step and arrived at the top of the clouds in the ninth heaven. His Haotian Sword pointed towards the direction of Wanku Mountain, and his imperial purple aura stretched for thousands of miles.

He glanced back at the outside of the Fire Cloud Cave and said to Nuwa in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, I'll leave the matter of the Cowherd to you."

"In the Battle of Wanku Mountain, I will make those wicked beasts pay the price. Then I will come to Huoyun Cave again to bring back the Weaver Girl and her family of four."

Having said that, a flash of golden light appeared, and together with the Queen Mother, they transformed into a golden torrent that tore through the sky, carrying the Taoist Ran Deng and his 100,000 heavenly soldiers, and marched mightily towards Wanku Mountain.

The Four Heavenly Kings and the gods of Thunder and Fire had also fought their way out of the Southern Heavenly Gate. In an instant, the heavens were filled with divine might, and the aura of war shook the three realms.

Nuwa nodded slightly, her gaze turning to Niulang, whose true spirit had just awakened and was now in great pain and confusion.

He clutched his head, his body trembling violently. The mortal memories belonging to the Cowherd clashed fiercely with the immortal spirit belonging to the Pine Tree. The backlash from a hundred years of deception and distortion was like ten thousand ants gnawing at his heart.

"Foolish child, wake up!" Nuwa shouted, and with a flick of her finger, a beam of clear light containing the essence of creation entered the pine tree's brow.

Zai Song let out a long howl, a mixture of pain and relief. His body churned with turbid energy, and his mortal body, belonging to the Cowherd, crumbled inch by inch under the cleansing light.

A refined primordial spirit phantom, exuding the aura of a peak mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal, broke free from it.

The primordial spirit was dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with a lean and resolute face. Its eyes were initially confused and disoriented, but were then filled with endless grief, humiliation, and murderous intent.

"You wicked Buddhist monk, I will make you repay this grudge a hundredfold!" Zai Song's primordial spirit roared to the sky, his voice filled with boundless hatred for being toyed with and desecrated.

A century of decline, love and hate are all in vain, the Daoist heart is shrouded in dust, reduced to a pawn of others. This humiliation is so great that even the waters of the three rivers and four seas could not wash it away.

He suddenly turned to the Weaver Girl, his eyes filled with an extremely complex mix of emotions: guilt, regret, and something else entirely.

He bowed deeply to the Weaver Girl, his voice hoarse and heavy: "Although I have been trapped in this cycle of decline for a century, I am ultimately the one who sowed the seeds of this evil."

"If the Jade Emperor wants to punish us, I will take all the blame. I only hope that the Weaver Girl can take good care of our two children, after all, they are innocent."

Looking at her husband before her, who was now so different, the Weaver Girl couldn't help but choke back a few sobs. Trying to calm her unease, she spoke.

"Who exactly are you? Are you my husband, the Cowherd, or the Great Immortal Planting Pine Tree of the Human Sect? If you are the Cowherd, then you are my Weaver Girl's husband, and I will not watch you suffer alone."

"If you are a Great Immortal of the Human Sect who planted the pine tree, what does that have to do with my family? And by what right do you take the blame for my children?"

Cowherd was speechless for a moment when asked by Weaver Girl. At the same time, a look of helplessness appeared on his face. "I am both the pine tree planter and the mortal cowherd. I am your husband and the father of your child."

The moment the Cowherd uttered these words, the Weaver Girl burst into tears. The pent-up grievances in her heart were released in that instant, and she embraced the Cowherd, letting out mournful cries.

Seeing the family of four weeping in each other's arms, Nuwa said to Fuxi, "Brother, temporarily settle the Niulang family deep in the Fire Cloud Cave, nurture their hearts with the fire of humanity, and isolate them from the disturbances of the outside world."

Fuxi nodded, then waved to the Niulang family. He cast a spell that could move mountains and overturn seas, sending the family to the Fire Cloud Cave.

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The Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord manifested his true form, a hundred feet tall, his countless compound eyes flashing with greedy, evil light as he stared intently at the Seven Fairies and Dong Yong, who were trapped within the central array's protective barrier. The Seven Fairies' hair was disheveled, blood trickled from the corner of their mouths, and the celestial sword in their hand, once as clear as autumn water, had lost its luster, with fine cracks appearing on its blade.

She clutched her swollen belly with one hand, her face as pale as paper, but her eyes were filled with determination. Dong Yong stood in front of her, the seemingly ordinary woodcutter's knife in his hand now radiating an increasingly intense golden Buddhist light.

Even so, Dong Yong was only barely able to withstand the poisonous mist spewed by the surrounding demons and the attacks from their claws and fangs.

His clothes were torn and covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds, dripping with blood, yet he fought on relentlessly.

"Hehehe, little lady, stop struggling. Your celestial aura and the little brat in your belly with its Buddhist nature are a great tonic. Let me drain you dry, and you'll suffer less."

"Shameless monster! My father will surely raze your Wanku Mountain to the ground to avenge my husband and me, and our unborn child."

The seven fairies shouted sharply, trying to urge the immortal sword again, but the sword let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the burden, and its light dimmed a little more.

"It would be even better if the Jade Emperor came. I could just swallow him up and use him to help me break through the Great Luo Shackles."

Just as the demons were laughing wildly and pressing closer, a deafening roar, as if the sky were collapsing, suddenly came from outside Wanku Mountain.

The dazzling golden light, like the water of a bursting dam, surged in from the breach.

Amidst the golden light, the figure of the Jade Emperor stood tall and imposing, with the Haotian Mirror hanging high above his head. Wherever the mirror's light shone, the foul and demonic energy within the cave melted away like ice and snow.

"You wicked beast! How dare you harm my beloved daughter?"

The Jade Emperor's roar was like thunder from the heavens, resounding deep within the souls of every demon and god.

Following closely behind was an even more violent and murderous aura. It had already descended from mid-air, completely surrounding the entire Wanku Mountain.

The wrath of Heaven descended upon Ten Thousand Caves Mountain in the most direct and violent manner. The sinister smiles on the faces of the Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord and the Poisonous Lady instantly froze.

Instead, they were filled with boundless terror. They never dreamed that the Heavenly Court would react so quickly, and that the Jade Emperor would actually descend in person.

"My children, now we have no choice but to fight the heavenly soldiers and generals. Only by fighting our way out will we have a chance to survive."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord let out a desperate roar, and the hundred-foot-long centipede body danced wildly, its countless compound eyes shooting out corrosive evil light in an attempt to put up a last-ditch resistance.

The Poisonous Lady transformed into a gust of bloody wind, rushing straight towards the Seven Fairies trapped by the formation, intending to capture them as hostages.

"You monster, how dare you!"

The Jade Emperor's eyes flashed with cold light. The Haotian Mirror turned, and a chaotic mirror light, condensed to its extreme, pierced through the Poison Lady's chest instantly, like a divine sword that opened the heavens.

Poisonous Lady let out a shrill scream that was inhuman. Her demonic body disintegrated inch by inch in the mirror light, and even her primordial spirit could not escape and was directly annihilated.

Almost simultaneously, a blade of light filled with endless hatred and killing intent, carrying the resolute determination to sever cause and effect, tore through the void from another direction and fiercely attacked.

It was Dong Yong and the Seventh Fairy, who had just been rescued. The couple joined forces and directly struck at the head of the Thousand-Eyed Centipede. (End of Chapter)