Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 378 Nuwa's Discovery

From the traces on the seabed, it can be seen that there was land in this world of Shen'ao before, but now the sea water is flooding, not to mention the land, even the mountains are submerged. Apart from the "families" such as the turtles and turtles, Deng Chanyu did not see any other life forms.

There are many turtles, tortoises and tortoises in the entire Shen'ao world. It seems that they are the only ones allowed to eat by the laws of nature here. They can eat a kind of sand on the seabed, and then activate their racial talent, enter a state of turtle breathing, and endure for several months, and then come out to eat sand. They maintain their vitality day after day, year after year, and reproduce their population with great difficulty.

Deng Chanyu: “.”

She seemed to be speechless. Is there something wrong with the way of heaven here?
At the deepest part of the sea, she saw an old turtle that was so old that it could no longer move and could only be fed by its descendants.

This guy is as tall as a ten-story building, his eyes are cloudy, and it is unknown how old he is.

What surprised Deng Chanyu a little was that the old turtle could speak the Honghuang language and had a certain understanding of the Honghuang.

Since she can speak human language, there is no need to use turtle language. Deng Chanyu released the Eight-Nine Profound Art. For her, the fastest recovery speed is in human form.

The old turtle was not surprised by the strange shape of the "human". Instead, he asked with a hint of hope: "Where are you from?"

Deng Chanyu said calmly, "The primitive world."

The old turtle asked slowly again, "Will the Saint come?"

"I definitely will." Deng Chanyu said firmly, "Father-in-law, it's my turn to ask you."

She pointed at a large turtle nearby and asked, "What is that big tree Ah Da is talking about? Is it an evil creature born in this world? Why don't I see any trees here? Or is the tree you're talking about different from what I understand?"

Outside the world of Shen'ao.

Nuwa was stopped by the shadow of a giant tree.

She cursed Lao Deng in her heart. He must have seen that she had lived too comfortably these past few years, so he arranged this drama.
She put away her original nonchalance, and instead was determined to fight her way through the countless creatures in the ancient world and eventually become a saint.

This is not the ancient world. Heaven and earth no longer favor her. The power of the Heavenly Saint cannot be exerted, but the Dao fruit of the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian is still there.

Nuwa looked at the giant tree carefully, her expression becoming more and more serious.

Thousands of rays of light and countless golden lanterns emerged from the auspicious clouds above her head, and the picture of mountains, rivers, and the country and the red hydrangea were slowly rotating in it.

"I never thought that after so many eons, I would actually see you again. You seem to be in a bit of trouble right now. Do you need any help from me?"

An old voice came from the giant tree: "Senior? Junior? Do you, a little girl, know me?"

Nuwa: “.”

Little girl?
How long had it been since she was addressed like that? Even Fuxi was calling her "Saint Goddess" now. How long had it been since she was treated like a child?

She performed a standard Xuanmen bowing ceremony. "I have indeed met Senior Yang Mei. At that time, I hadn't yet transformed. I once used a divine consciousness to see from afar Master Hongjun, Patriarch Qiankun, Patriarch Yinyang, and Senior together defeating the Demon Ancestor Luohou." Yang Mei seemed to ponder for a moment. "You are a disciple of Hongjun. First Hongjun, then heaven. I predate Hongjun by a thousand years. All Hongjun's disciples have this level of cultivation. Have I already spent that much time in the Primal Chaos?"

Nuwa looked at the pigeon-egg-sized Shen'ao world and said with certainty, "Shen'ao probably doesn't have the ability to create a world on its own. Now its ego consciousness has fallen into a deep sleep. All of this must be the work of our ancestor. In his hands, he holds the Heaven-Measure Ruler, a spiritual treasure of innate merit that accounts for 10% of the merit of creating the universe. Am I right?"

Yang Mei smiled but didn't answer.

Nuwa was quite polite: "May I ask, ancestor, are you taking the divine turtle with you and planning to go to the prehistoric world?"

Yang Mei didn't hide her true intentions, and said without a trace of violence in her tone, "That's right. I also contributed a lot to the battle against demons in the past. Many fellow Taoists from Yin Yang and Qian Kun died in the battle. Hongjun occupied the prehistoric world for so many years, and he got enough. Now I only want half of the prehistoric world as my future dojo."

Nuwa's expression showed a hint of emotion: "How does the ancestor plan to settle the billions of lives in the prehistoric world?"

Yang Mei said nonchalantly, "You've reached this level now, so why bother joking? The thoughts of those who live and die in a day are simply not worth paying attention to. I will refine the world when the time comes."

Nuwa slowly drew her sword, and a picture of the mountains, rivers, and state appeared in her left hand. "Forgive my arrogance, but today I would like to learn a few things from you, Senior."

"Hahahaha——" Yang Mei laughed: "Hongjun has the confidence to say this, you? Little girl, you are still far from it!"

In the chaos, there is no concept of time such as a moment, an instant, or a breath. It seems that Yang Mei and Nuwa are still talking, and it also seems that they have been fighting for a very long time.

An unknown existence in the chaos seemed to sense the rich energy fluctuations here, and followed instinctively to come and take advantage of the situation. As a result, it was torn into pieces by the surging chaotic turbulence and died silently.

Yang Mei no longer had a human form. He transformed into his original form, the innate sky-core willow tree.

As the first of the ten innate spiritual roots, Zhunti's innate Gengjin tree is completely incomparable to him, not to mention those unlucky ones like the innate Wutong and the innate Fusang. Yangmei's hollow willow tree was transformed a thousand years earlier than Hongjun. He excels in the avenue of space.

You can say that he is the innate sky-heart willow tree, or you can say that he is the space demon god.

At this time, the Shen'ao world was stored in his own "hollow". Deng Chanyu did not see the "big tree" in the Shen'ao world. That was because the tree was not in the Shen'ao world at all, but outside.

In other words, Nuwa, the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, attracted all of Yang Mei's attention, otherwise she would not be able to enter the Shen'ao world.

Yang Mei had long taken control of the Shen'ao world. Shen'ao launched a world-destroying flood in an attempt to expel Yang Mei, but the gap in their realms was too great. Not only had Shen'ao messed up his own world, but he had also allowed Yang Mei to gain most of the power in this world.

Yang Mei is equivalent to Hongjun in the prehistoric world, and his realm is even higher than the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. If we have to divide him into a level now, he is at the Half-Step Heavenly Dao level.

Shen Ao was exiled from the ancient world. He worked hard and gained many opportunities. Only then, under the secret instigation of Yang Mei, he transformed himself into the world. The price he paid was that his ego consciousness fell into an almost eternal sleep. Now everything he had has been given to Yang Mei in vain. He can borrow the power of the entire world to fight against Nuwa.

Fortunately, there were very few living creatures in the world of Shen Ao, and the eighteen thousand turtles could provide little help. He was mostly extracting the vitality of Shen Ao and fighting with the simple rules of nature in this new world.

(End of this chapter)