Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1279 Whose fault?
Magical weapons have spirits. In fact, all magical weapons can be regarded as living beings, but their forms of existence are different from those of immortals, humans, and ghosts.

As a big shot in the world of magic weapons, the Tai Chi diagram carries a lot of sins that do not belong to it, from the Yin-Yang Patriarch, to Hongjun, and then to the Taiqing Sage.

When you enter the world of martial arts, you have no choice but to follow your own destiny. The magic weapon must be improved.

Grind Zhang San into powder today and turn Wang Wu into ashes tomorrow.

Both Buddhism and Taoism actually call for people not to kill, because after killing, one's own magical power will be contaminated with a layer of karma. This may not have any effect at ordinary times, and a powerful person can forcibly suppress it at the critical moment of breakthrough, which is almost equivalent to having no effect, but the karma is still there after all.

At this moment, the yin and yang inside the Tai Chi diagram were out of balance, and the karma that had been suppressed for many years came out all at once.

This is also the main reason why Taishang Laojun chose to wait and see. If the Tai Chi diagram could resolve karma by relying on the lives of a large number of immortals, it would not be impossible.

If the magic weapon is further improved, perhaps even Saint Taiqing can benefit from it.

Less than a cup of tea after the mutation occurred, Taishang Laojun saw a hint of blood from the edge of the Tai Chi diagram, which indicated that an immortal had fallen in the world in the diagram.

His face was gloomy, and he just watched without taking any action.

Inside the world of Tai Chi diagram.

Wuying was furious when he saw that his conspiracy had been exposed and Deng Chanyu and the others had no intention of rescuing him.

Her gentle face suddenly changed. Black spots appeared on her face, her clothes became tattered, and her exposed skin was covered with dark brown scales. She turned directly from a kind and beautiful woman next door into a bloodthirsty evil ghost.

The evil ghost roared, and the sound quickly echoed around, and boundless resentment immediately gathered.

"Certainly!"

Deng Chanyu lightly tapped her through the air. The evil ghost was stunned for a moment, standing there, motionless, and most of the resentment that had been gathered dissipated.

"Who among you wants to try it?" Deng Chanyu asked the two younger generations beside her.

Yuanxiao's fear of ghosts still hasn't been cured. At this moment, he shrunk his neck and curled up his tall body into a ball, just like a student in class who was afraid of being called on by the teacher to answer questions.

Nezha held his head in his hands and glanced at the evil ghost casually. He had already achieved the Golden Immortal Fruit, so he really had no interest in such low-level evil ghosts.

Deng Chanyu really didn't intend to let him go: "Yuanxiao, you deal with this evil ghost. Remember, be quick, accurate and ruthless! Go ahead!"

Yuanxiao had a bitter face. What he feared came true.

She wanted to refuse, but when she saw Deng Chanyu's eyes filled with expectation, she really couldn't say no.

"Okay, okay, let me do it!" She picked up the big sword, turned her wrist, and the blade made a whistling sound of breaking through the air. She made an obvious gesture, as if to give herself courage, then shouted and slashed at the evil ghost's shoulder.

Yuanxiao is overcoming her own fear. What she wants to defeat is not the enemy, but her own timidity.

After removing the evil spirit's immobilization spell, Deng Chanyu chatted with Nezha. "Teacher, what on earth is this thing?" Nezha was very curious about Wuying's existence. How did this creature, which was neither a god nor an immortal nor a human nor a ghost, come into being?
Deng Chanyu said in her usual lecture tone, "It's probably still a ghost, but it's different from the ghosts we usually think of. This could be considered a missing ghost. It could be Xuandu's missing, or it could be Wuying's own missing. Most of what she said should be true, just exaggerated. Xuandu is not a morally perfect person, but he is not that despicable either."

She didn't even have to count on her fingers, but she guessed the whole story almost exactly.

The marriage between Lu Xun and Zhu An caused both of them to suffer for their entire lives. This was not the fault of either of them, but the fault of the times.

The same goes for Xuandu and Wuying.

As the ancestors of the human race, they had to unite, but how much of this union was intentional? It's hard to say.

After marriage, one of them wanted to become a monk, but the other wouldn't let him go. Conflicts naturally arose, and it was difficult to tell who was right and who was wrong.

In modern society, if a couple's ambitions differ, they can divorce. But in a society even more ancient than the ancient world, how can one divorce? What impact would the divorce of two of humanity's ancestors have on humanity?
Deng Chanyu said to Nezha in confusion, "No matter whose fault it is, they are both wrong, but the fault lies more with the prehistoric world and this era."

The great master Xuandu emerged from the darkness and said, "All the immortals who have entered the Tai Chi diagram are accusing Xuandu of abandoning his wife and having low moral character. Only I, your junior sister, can distinguish the true from the false. Please accept my greeting."

He bowed solemnly, and Deng Chanyu calmly accepted his greeting before asking, "Brother, how do you plan to resolve this matter?"

Xuan Du shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If this matter could be resolved, I wouldn't have buried this guilt in the Tai Chi diagram for so many years. Unless I die, Wuying's resentment will disappear, but..."

He had already reached the level of a quasi-saint, and now, just to let his wife, with whom he had no feelings, rest in peace, he would take his own life? This was too great a sacrifice.

Deng Chanyu pondered for more than ten breaths before saying, "This matter is somewhat related to the Empress Nuwa Palace. Brother, are you sure you want to separate from Wuying? This separation will completely end your relationship. You won't be able to continue your relationship in this life or the next. Have you thought it through?"

Xuandu didn't quite understand what she meant.

If he could break up this marriage, of course he would want to do it. Not to the extent of thinking about it day and night, but almost.

Wuying did not embark on the path of cultivation, nor did he go to the Huoyun Cave. In fact, his original body had died long ago. The current Wuying was an obsession mixed with the memories of two people. As long as the relationship between the two was severed, this obsession would dissipate in a moment without the passive magic power provided by Xuandu, the quasi-saint.

He really wanted to end his marriage with Wuying, but it was useless to just think about it himself.

Deng Chanyu gave him a reassuring look. She didn't even use Xuandu's authority. With the entry-level avenue of space and the power of Fangcun Mountain, she opened a space channel in the Tai Chi diagram world.

The Jade Emperor immediately cast his gaze over. What was he trying to do? After a moment, he looked away again. It was really inappropriate for an elder like him to stare at him.

Deng Chanyu chuckled, and Laojun's old face turned slightly red.

When a couple divorces, who takes the parents along? Is that how it works?
It’s better for the elders to stay away at this time.

She waved to the Wahuang Palace. Qingluan, who received the news, hurriedly opened the treasury formation of the Wahuang Palace. A ball of fiery red object was summoned by Deng Chanyu, flew out of the Wahuang Palace in an instant, and fell into the Tai Chi diagram world.

This is the top-grade innate spiritual treasure held by Nuwa, the red hydrangea that is in charge of the marriages in the three realms.

(End of this chapter)