After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

Two streams of white vapor shot out from Lu Zhouyan's nostrils.

Those bastard gods really wanted to kill me just now. They didn't hold back at all when they attacked. I had no grudge against them. How dare these bastards treat me like this!

You better hope I die for some inexplicable reason before I reach 100% awakening level, otherwise, once I become strong, I'll take revenge on you tenfold for what I did in my past life!

That white-haired scoundrel of mine is just so petty and narrow-minded!

She holds grudges... very much...

Filled with anger, Zhou Yan suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

Just now, because of the fight with the resurrected true gods, Zhou Yan's vision was severely suppressed by the divine power of multiple true gods, and he could not see too far into the future. Therefore, as soon as he saw that Houde Palace could keep these true gods from coming over, Zhou Yan hurriedly came over.

People are about to be killed by these true gods, so there's no point in being picky.

but……

Zhou Yan turned his head back, his pupils slowly contracting.

Behind Zhou Yan, in the center of Houde Palace, was the largest palace. Above the palace gate was a plaque with gold characters on a black background. When Zhou Yan entered, he didn't have time to look at it because he didn't have much room to spare.

Now that the gods in the sky stopped attacking, Zhou Yan was able to use his eyes to observe his surroundings.

Then I discovered something terrible.

Behind them was the largest palace, with a black plaque above the door bearing three Chinese characters in gold lettering on a background. Zhou Yan couldn't identify the script, but he deduced it entirely through his omniscience—Houtu Palace.

Houtu Temple?

Empress Dowager Earth Palace? !

"Boom..."

Zhou Yan turned around abruptly. The Houde Palace gate, which had been knocked open but remained undamaged when Zhou Yan fell, was now quickly closing.

The door is closed.

"Squeak..."

The gate of the Houtu Temple behind Zhou Yan slowly opened, and light entered the temple. Inside the temple, a plump goddess statue was slowly covered by the light.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Houtu

"...You little rascal, you said you could see everything in the world at a glance, but look what happened in the end. Kid, when you betrayed Houtu, did you ever think about this outcome?"

"Back then, Houtu and Nuwa had a grudge, and you sided with Nuwa, providing her with some dirt on Houtu. In that contest, Nuwa won, and afterwards you told someone that you could never see Houtu again in this lifetime."

"Scared? Haha, you mocker, you know what fear is?"

"Houtu isn't that petty, but you'll never meet Houtu again in this life. Houtu has a million ways to make you regret supporting Nuwa back then."

……

Yinglong's words still echoed in my ears.

The gate to the Houtu Palace behind Zhou Yan opened completely, illuminating the interior of the palace with exceptional clarity.

Zhou Yan saw the statue inside the main hall, a woman dressed in a red robe and wearing a flat crown, with a plump figure and an exquisite appearance.

Even without being omniscient, Zhou Yan knew who this statue represented.

Cold sweat gushed out from every pore of Zhou Yan's body in that instant, like a tap being turned on.

It's no exaggeration to say that Zhou Yan was literally gushing out sweat. He was absolutely certain that the sweat gushing from his body was faster and more profuse than the blood flowing from the wounds that the divine corpses had opened with divine weapons.

Perhaps because he sweated too quickly in a short period of time, Zhou Yan felt that a lot of heat was taken away from his body, making him feel very cold. Goosebumps spread from his hands to his back and lower abdomen.

“1塶（≠≠期”“耙¤零中∪<转¨″群°≥：嗤……”

The Horse King in the sky saw Zhou Yan start to tremble, shook his head, and went back.

The remaining gods bowed to the statue of Houtu in the Houtu Temple and then turned to leave. These gods had long since died, and now they were only attacking Bai Ze because of their lingering resentment. Once they had exhausted their anger, they would have to return to their own temples and could no longer move.

Zhou Yan also knew this through his omniscience, so the young man judged that as long as he stayed in Houde Palace long enough, these divine corpses would exhaust their energy and leave, and he would be saved.

Then, once my awakening level is high enough, I'll come back and kill these remains of gods to take revenge.

But reality didn't unfold as beautifully as Zhou Yan had imagined; in fact, it was terrifying, making Zhou Yan almost want to faint.

Zhou Yan struggled to lift his head and looked at the closed gates of Houde Palace.

I came in earlier and broke down this vermilion door with its copper nails. Now that I want to leave, can this door... be opened again?

Zhou Yan stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. Hmm, it was salty. Sweat was dripping down his face.

His own sweat tasted awful, a taste of fear and despair that made Zhou Yan's hands tremble uncontrollably.

Zhou Yan carefully raised his white, furry paws, which were clenched into a ball due to sweat, and took a small step towards the door.

"Click...click...click..."

Jiu Zhouyan's heart stirred, and the young man suddenly looked at the red wall that surrounded Houde Palace.

As the creator of the Little Western Paradise, Zhou Yan could sense that, based on this red wall, extremely exquisite and complex spatial changes were beginning to appear.

The changes were so rapid and so wondrous that Zhou Yan seemed to see the small world barrier that Yinglong had torn apart for him, allowing him to witness the birth and death of the universe and the creation of the world.

This Houde Palace, like the small universe that Zhou Yan was enlightened by Yinglong, has become a small world independent of the larger world.

The Goddess of the Silk Earth casually created a small world; her purpose might be...

3 is just a warning to myself not to even think about running away.

This world is a prison, and with Zhou Yan's current supernatural powers, he has no chance of escaping this small world by using the Void Control Technique.

Ling Zhou Yan silently lowered his head. A few seconds later, Zhou Yan used the Great Evolution technique to heal his wounds, then took out buckets of mineral water from his own little world and poured the water on himself.

The bloodstains and sweat stains on Zhou Yan's white hair were carefully cleaned by Zhou Yan, and then he added keywords such as body fragrance and smooth hair to himself.

After grooming himself until his fur was fluffy, soft, and shiny white, Zhou Yan carefully, desperately, like a failing student going to the podium to collect his final report card, or an adult going to collect his annual medical report, walked silently to the gate of the Houtu Temple with the feeling of "The wind is howling, the Yi River is cold, the hero goes forth and never returns."

From this angle, Zhou Yan finally got a full view of the entire Houtu Palace.

The Houtu Temple is a typical temple in style, with the main deity statue placed on the altar at the front, and some subordinate deities standing on both sides. However, the Houtu Temple is empty on both sides, with only a lifelike statue of the Houtu Goddess in the entire temple.

Zhou Yan secretly observed Houtu Niangniang's stunningly beautiful features. As the Heavenly Emperor whose divine duty was to be the Earth Mother of Great Virtue, Houtu Niangniang had gentle and kind features, and the aura she exuded gave people a warm, inclusive, and peaceful feeling.

If Zhou Yan hadn't sensed the malice of the Goddess Houtu when he burned the edict for her, he would never have imagined that the owner of such a beautiful statue would have any ill intentions towards him.

Of course, at this moment, Houtu Niangniang is the butcher and Bai Ze is the fish, so what's the use of struggling?

Zhou Yan's large claws swept across the threshold and landed on the ground inside the temple.

After that comes half the body, and then the whole body.

Shu Zhouyan entered the Houtu Palace completely.

After mentally preparing himself, Zhou Yan took small steps to the statue of Houtu Niangniang.

U remained silent, an awkward silence.

Zhou Yan didn't know how long he waited, and he counted his heartbeats several times, but the statue of Houtu Niangniang in front of him showed no fluctuation or inquiry.

It was as if the idol in front of him was merely a pile of stones and paint.

This won't do...

If things continue like this, Zhou Yan might even wet his pants from the sheer terror of his own wild thoughts.

Qi Zhouyan slowly raised his head, and the young man saw the statue of Houtu Niangniang once again.

The statue is still so perfect, so gentle and kind. But the eyes of the statue, which were looking straight ahead before Zhou Yan arrived, are now looking down, and the direction they are staring at is Zhou Yan, who is lying on the ground with his head slightly raised.

Houtu Niangniang didn't speak, but she was staring at Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan was so frightened that he immediately lowered his head and said something.

"Bai Ze has already rescued Bixia Yuanjun."

Si Yinglong said that rescuing Bixia Yuanjun could ease the tension with Houtu, and he hoped that the winged dragon hadn't tricked him.

A soft "hmm" slowly filled the entire temple.

Zhou Yan trembled with fear.

"However, however..."

Zhou Yan's voice trembled slightly as he imagined himself with a large pregnant belly in the future.

"Bai Ze has not completely resolved the problem of Mount Ling, so Yuanjun cannot leave Mount Ling."

So hurry up and let me out to save Bixia Yuanjun!

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The violent wind began to subside until there was no sound at all.

The Awakened Ones, who had been hiding in various corners of the Kunlun Immortal Palace, emerged one by one from the dark and safe corners, like insects that had crawled out of cracks in the walls and roofs after the rain stopped.

After this unprecedented battle that nearly tore the heavens and earth apart, a battle that all the awakened beings present witnessed in their lifetimes, the Kunlun Immortal Palace, a celestial realm, was surprisingly preserved relatively intact, and none of the awakened beings hiding within it died.

The surviving awakened individuals looked at each other after emerging, and many of them had trembling lips.

No awakened being would doubt the claim that the Kunlun Immortal Palace possesses the power to kill a true god, but isn't this power excessive?

The number of divine remains that just went out exceeded ten.

It should be noted that in the human world, besides the Four Divine Beasts, who are true god awakeners, there are only two additional Star Lords, making a total of six.

"coax……"

A skeletal deity carrying a giant axe landed on the ground, startling the awakened beings around the palace who immediately ran to a corner to crouch down.

The skeletal god didn't even glance at the mortals who looked like ants, but went straight back to his Giant Spirit Temple. The gate that he had smashed earlier seemed to flow backward in time, and reassembled at the door frame of the Giant Spirit Temple.

Then, more than ten beams of light of various colors flew down from the sky. These beams returned to the past, to palaces and areas that the Awakened Ones deemed absolutely forbidden to approach or enter. They then disappeared before the eyes of the Awakened Ones who came to plunder.

The Kunlun Immortal Palace quickly fell silent again.

The Awakened Ones who had retreated back out came out again, and several leaders of the Awakened One teams who were still clear-headed asked their team members in astonishment.

"That... Bai Ze... no, Bai Ze is dead?"

Even if you couldn't see it, you could hear who the true gods were dealing with when so many true gods ganged up on Bai Ze.

Adding to the fact that Bai Ze had wounds on his body when he landed, the other awakened ones all had this thought: these true gods of Kunlun Immortal Palace left the palace to kill Bai Ze, and now that they've returned, it must mean that Bai Ze is dead.

Bai Ze was brutally beaten to death by a group of true gods.

If he dies...

Is it okay to pick up a corpse?

Every great demon possesses a treasure trove of skin, flesh, bones, and blood. Bai Ze, in particular, is a great sage among demons. If one could collect his corpse, his skin could be tanned into clothing, his flesh refined into elixirs, and his bones crafted into magical artifacts…

Bai Ze is a treasure from head to toe; just a little bit of it would be enough for a normal awakened person to eat for a lifetime.

Many awakened individuals looked at each other; the timid ones ran away, while the bolder ones walked towards Bai Ze's sleeve.

Surprisingly, when everyone arrived at the location where Bai Ze fell, they didn't see Houde Palace, but rather an empty open space.

Nothing at all.

Where did Bai Ze's body go?

Could it be that someone beat them to it and stole all of Bai Ze's bodies?

……

Inside the Houtu Hall.

Zhou Yan slumped his head, his body trembling, the fluffy fur on his body shaking and stirring up the surrounding dust.

"Click-clack..."

A sound like the meshing of gears in a puppet's joints fell from above Zhou Yan's head, then became more and more frequent and rapid until it disappeared.

"Ah……"

With a barely perceptible chuckle, Zhou Yan was grabbed by the back of the neck. His mythical form, three meters long and two meters tall, was lifted off the ground like a kitten by the neck.

As Zhou Yan lowered his head, his gaze naturally fell upon a pair of bare, beautiful feet, a bright red imperial robe embroidered with images of mountains and rivers, and a belt at the center of the robe to cinch the waist. Above the belt were secondary sexual characteristics that were completely disproportionate to the slender waist.

The secondary sexual characteristics began to shrink in an exaggerated manner, and Zhou Yan saw the delicate neck above the chest, and at the top of the neck was a round and delicate chin.

Above that are lips that are red but not seductive, a delicate and dignified little nose, and a pair of black eyes that are indistinguishable from her own mythical form.

The statue of Houtu Niangniang came to life, and the living statue grabbed Zhou Yan by the neck and lifted him in front of Houtu Niangniang.