Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 641: The Sound of the Great Dao (making up for Monday’s overdue update)
There is no way to compare ten zhang and several thousand li. This is not a unit of length.

But in Deng Chanyu's eyes at this moment, the ten-zhang-long giant Kun was still incredibly huge.

Her vision was completely blocked, and the little spiritual energy around her was sucked away by the giant Kun.

The defensive halo of the Earth Book didn't even last for a moment before it was shattered. The giant Kun flew away without wings, like a whale, riding on the clouds, opening its bloody mouth and charging towards Deng Chanyu.

Given the giant Kun's enormous size, she would definitely fall if it hit her. Unfortunately, the mountain road was narrow, and she had no space to hide at this moment.

Deng Chanyu seemed to be forced into a desperate situation. She roared and swung the Nanming Lihuo Sword with both hands. The sword blade plus her own Nanming Lihuo, even in this suppressing environment, still cut out a bright red sword light that made the sky change color.

Taoist Kun was not surprised by this. He lowered his head slightly and used his thick skull to block the attack.

The sword light with astonishing power chopped on the skull, making a sharp sound of metal collision. The skin on the giant Kun's head was burned by the flames, a large amount of muscle turned into charcoal, and a huge wound more than a foot deep into the bone was left on the head.

The damage caused by the Nanming Lihuo Sword was quite shocking, but it was unable to stop Taoist Kun's charge.

Just as he saw that this hateful woman was about to be knocked off the mountain by him, a sharp pain that went straight to the depths of his soul reached Taoist Kun's heart. It seemed like a moment, but also like countless epochs.

Deng Chanyu stepped on his head, pulled out the Nanming Lihuo Sword, jumped up, jumped to a higher position, then pressed her body against the mountain wall and looked down.

Then the two scissors transformed from two dragons were aimed at Taoist Kun's heart and cut lightly.

The two dragons were suppressed by the weight of the mountain and their spirituality was almost completely lost, but they also completed their mission. Taoist Kun felt that a certain connection between him and his original body was suddenly broken.

The break was sudden and unexpected.

At this moment, he recalled many things.

I am not Kunpeng, at least not completely. Who am I originally? Where do I come from? What am I doing?
Kunpeng's memories were mixed up with the memories of the original Kun. When he looked at Deng Chanyu, his eyes looked ferocious at one moment and confused at another.

He clearly still had the combat power of a peak Daluo Jinxian, but he suddenly didn't know how to use this power. He stood there in a daze, letting the two memories fight in his mind.

Gradually, the memories belonging to Kun took over, and some of Kunpeng's things seemed to him to have become other people's affairs. In these memories, he was just an outsider, a bystander, and now he was awakened from the dream.

"Do you think you still have a chance? If you think you have no chance, get down!" Deng Chanyu didn't know how to kill the giant Kun that was like a whale. She was almost exhausted. She used the Phoenix Staff as a crowbar and took advantage of the moment when Taoist Kun was distracted. She used her hands, wrists, waist and legs to push this guy down the mountain.

It would be best if he died from the fall, but it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t die, because he won’t be able to climb up again.

"I'm so tired! It's really not easy!"

After eliminating her biggest competitor, Deng Chanyu put away the Golden Dragon Shears and the Book of the Earth.

There is nothing wrong with the Book of Earth. It just depleted the magic power stored in the treasure book by Zhen Yuanzi. He can just go back and replenish it.

The Golden Dragon Shears' spiritual energy was nearly depleted, and it was unclear whether it would ever return to normal. The two golden dragons looked wilted. This tactic of using the spiritual energy of a magical weapon to attack the soul, causing it to "divorce," was indeed powerful, but it was too damaging to the magical weapon. No wonder the Sanxiao and the others didn't usually use it. After resting for half an hour, Deng Chanyu finally regained some strength.

She looked down. The height she was at was already high enough to reach the clouds. White mist filled her vision. Without spiritual awareness, she couldn't see her companions with her naked eyes. They were probably too far away.

"There is still another ten thousand feet of height to go, keep trying!" Gritting her teeth, she set foot on the last section of the mountain road.

First, a hand stretched out from the edge of the mountain, then another hand, and finally Deng Chanyu's head and torso appeared. She exerted force with both arms and finally managed to move half of her body and both legs to the top of the mountain.

Finally reached the top!
Without taking a rest, she supported herself on the ground with her hands, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth nearby, stood up, and looked around.

Her attention was quickly drawn to a distinctive building that looked like a whispering gallery, with an entrance on one side and walls on three sides.

Crystal clear light flows on the surface of the building, and the bricks and stones inside the walls are as white as jade. The profound Taoist wisdom contained in them makes people involuntarily have the urge to raise their arms and shout.

Deng Chanyu's knowledge is not shallow, but it is not profound either. However, she recognizes this thing at the moment.

This wall seems to be able to collect spirituality from all over the ancient world, and then through the mountains and the special environment here, it gives birth to a sound of the great way.

If it were another immortal, he would definitely go over happily to absorb the sound of the great way. However, Deng Chanyu looked a little flustered. She retreated all the way to the edge of the mountain, and only stopped when it seemed that a gust of wind could blow her down.

"Teacher, is this really okay?" She finally called for off-site assistance.

After waiting for ten breaths, Nuwa's slightly distorted voice finally reached her consciousness: "It all depends on your choice. Every peck and every drink has its destiny."

Among the nine sons of Yuan Feng, the eldest son, Golden Phoenix, possesses an innate aura of good fortune, the third son, Fire Phoenix, has an innate spiritual energy of Bing Fire in his body, the fourth son, Snow Phoenix, represents the first snow in the prehistoric world, and the remaining descendants also have their own outstanding roots. So what is so special about the second son, Colorful Phoenix, who is known for his "small sounds like gold and stone, big sounds like drums and horns"?

The answer is the sound of the Tao.

An old saying goes, "The colorful phoenix sings in the morning sun." In the beginning, only when the colorful phoenix, the king of birds, sings can the sun rise from the east. If she does not sing, the world will be in darkness. This is the ability given to her by the sound of the Tao.

In the process of repeated nirvana, failure, nirvana again, and failure again, ultimately exhausting all its spirituality and self, the Phoenix lost this innate sound of the Great Dao. After merging with Deng Chanyu, it completely lost this ability. Now, at most, it has a pleasant voice and is good at rhythm. What else? Nothing more.

The new sound of the avenue appeared before her eyes, and she couldn't help but wonder about the various reasons behind it.

Nuwa's words made her firm in her thinking. There was nothing to worry about if she had too many debts.

Since Tiandao had invested, Deng Chanyu was bound to earn tenfold, even a hundredfold, in return for Tiandao. She seemed to have been given every opportunity, but so what? Others didn't even get this kind of treatment.

Deng Chanyu rarely reveals her true form as a phoenix. This is mainly because she wants to make a distinction in her identity, not because she cannot change.

She transformed into a phoenix and sang an ancient phoenix song to the Echo Wall. The touching singing spread in all directions. A quarter of an hour later, the Voice of the Avenue responded.

(End of this chapter)