Chapter 001: Pangu Opens the Sky and Changes Fate

  Qing Yu saw Xuan Wei transform into a ray of light and leave, feeling uneasy. Afterwards, he took out the brocade pouch left behind by Xuan Wei and found several bottles of medicinal pellets suitable for his current condition and a few high-quality spiritual treasures that suited him. He couldn't help but bow in the direction where Xuan Wei had departed, then left with the cultivators of the Qing Que clan.

  Farewell to Qingyu, Xuanwei felt that the karma on his body had decreased a lot. He couldn't help but bring his own family with him and ride the five-colored divine deer aimlessly in the vast wilderness of Hongyuan. The five-colored divine deer was also very agile, but it suddenly stopped moving. Xuanwei opened his wise eyes to take a look and found that strands of resentful energy filled the air, blocking the path through the clouds.

  The Five-Colored Divine Deer itself is a spiritual essence of the five elements, a auspicious beast of heaven and earth. It perceives the faint resentment that normal gods, immortals, and Buddhas do not notice. Although the resentment is slight, the Five-Colored Divine Deer, which has never come into contact with the worldly dust and dirt, still does not want to approach. After some thought, Xuanwei decided to descend below for a look, at the same time taking out a piece of emerald green leaf to hang on the chest of the Five-Colored Divine Deer, able to keep its body pure and natural, free from worldly dust and dirt every day.

  The five-colored divine deer let out a happy cry, and then descended with the mysterious fog. The mysterious fog took a look at the source of the resentment and felt a chill in his heart. However, he saw that the strands of resentment were coming from an array formation. The array formation shrouded a short and secluded valley, where not even a single blade of grass grew. Black lacquered rocks covered the top, and dark green toxic smoke wafted everywhere, forming a natural poisonous fog that obscured the valley. From a distance, it seemed like a lush and luxuriant place, but in reality, it was a desolate and bleak landscape with not a hint of greenery.

  Under the thick toxic smoke, countless dead bodies left behind by the miserable deaths of living beings can be seen faintly. The exposed bones are not stark white, but are all shrouded in a deathly aura, turning into a dull grayish-black color, murky and obscure, without any faint glow, as if even light is swallowed up when it approaches.

  In the valley, there was a platform with a figure standing on it. The figure had a blue-black body, wore a golden hoop on its head, and had three round eyes wide open. Its golden whiskers were standing upright, and it wore a dragon-scale tiger-skin robe. On its chest, it hung a skull-like rosary similar to those worn by the monks of the Future Buddha Gate. The monk's face was ferocious, with protruding fangs and eyebrows that seemed to pierce the sky. Its head was surrounded by vengeful spirits and bound by karma, clearly not a benevolent being. Upon seeing Xuán Wēi arrive, it laughed loudly: "Unexpectedly, someone has come to this place today! It seems I won't need to go out hunting for blood food after all. Haha, little one, you'd better surrender quickly. Mò Shuì Luó can make your death a quick one!"

  The Taoist's eyebrows furrowed, but he showed no fear and said, "Hmph, I have come to this place today due to a predestined encounter, but I need the help of fellow Taoists to get through this great calamity."

  The monk opposite him heard this, and the ferocious expression on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by a pale blue color. His sharp teeth were clenched tightly, making a "heh heh" sound, and at the same time, a piercing, ear-piercing voice came from his mouth: "Good... good... good! You want to use me to get through this killing calamity? Well, I'll make you my first victim, and I won't be polite!" As soon as he finished speaking, the monk shook his sleeve, and a precious knife flew out. This knife was not made of gold or iron, nor was it made of stone or wood - it was unknown what material it was made of, and it was very unusual.

  The tongue of the sword flashed with a burst of spring thunder, and with a loud "clang", nine strange dragons emerged from the treasure knife. The dragon scales were black and shiny, but they also had threads of golden aura emanating from them. The nine dragons roared at Xuanyuan, their dragon cries echoing throughout the universe. Nine huge black claws reached out simultaneously, grabbing towards Xuanyuan.

  Xuanwei looked at the dark-colored giant claws, surrounded by wisps of gray-black smoke, and knew that it was a strange and deadly aura. He immediately threw out the Tianhua Miaozhui Flag, and in an instant, dark clouds swirled around him, lotus flowers bloomed one after another, and petals fluttered everywhere.

  Mo Shuang saw Zhi Bao appear and was overjoyed, saying: "Good little thief, you've actually brought a treasure for me! Haha, now don't try to escape with your life!"

  A mouthful of yuanqi sprayed out, spraying onto the treasured sword hovering in mid-air. The nine-headed demon dragon that appeared on the sword suddenly seemed to have divine assistance, and its body expanded by a circle in an instant. Threads of bloody aura wrapped around it at a speed visible to the naked eye, making it seem like a malevolent energy was pressing down on people. Each head of the nine-headed demon dragon on this treasured sword was forged from the slaughter of 99 heavenly black dragons by Mosho and tempered with the precious sword that had been nurtured in the prenatal Geng Xin gold. Naturally, its sharpness was extremely fierce, and when it struck the Tian Hua Miao Zhui flag, it made a continuous "crackling" sound like rain hitting banana leaves. Unfortunately, Mosho underestimated the mysterious treasure of Xuan Wei. After the rolling black clouds were torn apart by the dragon's claws, they reassembled once more. The lotus flowers that were broken off by the dragon's tail regrew instantly, and the scattered lotus petals fell onto the demon dragon like boiling water scattering snow, dissipating the dark smoke of resentment into puffs of white smoke that vanished into thin air. In an instant, the power of the treasured sword was weakened by at least three parts.

  This is normal, Mo Shuo's treasured sword is powerful, but it was forged in the mortal world and cannot compare to the Heaven Flower Banner that was born from heaven. The evil energy of the demon dragon was naturally dispelled by the heavenly energy contained within the Heaven Flower Banner, and without the assistance of the demon dragon, the Daoist's Golden Sword Qi would only cause more harm.

  Moxi looked at his nine-headed demon dragon being beaten by Xuanyi, severely injured and weakened. The treasured sword in the void was also on the verge of collapse, causing Moxi to panic. He opened his mouth and coughed up a small bone bottle, which was his most precious treasure. The bottle was forged from thousands of skeletons and sealed with ancient toxic flames from beneath the earth. Whenever Moxi killed living beings, he would take their spirits and souls and refine them into the bottle, giving birth to countless poisonous fire crows. This bone bottle was also a top-notch spiritual treasure that could release countless poisonous fire crows on its own when thrown forward, which then flew towards Xuanyi.

  Xuan Wei Daoist couldn't help but feel a surge of great anger in his heart, for the countless poisonous fire crows surrounding him were actually surrounded by tiny green phosphorus fires, which were the Nine Underworld Ghost Fires. Each one required hundreds of lives that had not yet passed the Heavenly Tribulation to refine, and the countless poisonous fire crows were all shrouded in these tiny Nine Underworld Ghost Fires. It was unimaginable how many lives Mo Shou Luo had harmed in order to cultivate so many Nine Underworld Ghost Fires.

  Xuanwei thought to himself, "This person has killed countless lives, and the consequences of his actions have bound him. His karma is overwhelming, and now it's time for him to face his fate." As soon as he had this thought, Xuanwei waved the Heavenly Flower Banner, and petals began to swirl around. The sky and earth seemed to turn upside down, and lotus leaves fell from above. The terrifying Nine Underworld Ghost Fires were momentarily frozen in place.

  With palms open and fingers curled, the tips of the fingers emitted a faint five-colored glow that converged in the center of the palm. The five-colored mist swirled unceasingly, and with a flick of Xuanwei's hand, a Five Elements Annihilation Divine Light shot towards Mo Shou.

  Mo Shuo saw his own Nine Underworlds Spirit Fire being frozen, a look of shock and anger flashed across his face. Suddenly, he saw Xuan Wei's attack approaching, and his expression changed to one of horror. He hastily stomped his foot, and a dark white bone lotus pedestal rose up. A series of pale black and white light wheels flew out in circles, layer upon layer, as if they were about to form a net. They rushed forward first to block and envelop the Five Elements Extinction Divine Light.

  One side was accumulating momentum, waiting to be unleashed, while the other side was full of countermeasures for the next move. Although the colors of light and darkness were shifting, amidst the five-colored radiance, it was a moment of fragmentation, with ashes dissipating and reappearing. Mo Shuo hastily dodged and took out several treasures to offer sacrifices to the vengeful spirits, using them to block the Five Elements Extermination Divine Light from the outside. He then quickly activated the lotus platform under his feet, flashing to one side, and took out a treasure for defense.

  Xuanwei saw that Moshero's hands kept producing one piece after another of magical treasures made from the bones and souls of the wronged dead, his heart was also burning with anger, and he couldn't help but shake the Tianhua Miaozhui flag in his hand violently. The momentum of the reversal of heaven and earth was three times more severe than before, and Moshero was caught off guard, dazed, and although he managed to dodge Xuanwei's attack by piecing together a magical treasure, he didn't know that just as he was about to catch his breath, a gust of evil wind came from behind him. Turning around, he saw a purple jade Ruyi sword hovering in the air, with a lingzhi-shaped handle and three pure yang treasures embedded on it, surrounded by a purple mist, shining brightly with a purple light. The Ruyi sword was aimed at Moshero's forehead, and just as it was about to fall, Moshero still had some defensive magic, but the black air swirling around him couldn't withstand the illumination of the pure yang purple energy. Each of his magical techniques dissipated like snow in the sun, and Moshero, who was at a loss for what to do, was struck by the Ruyi sword and died with his brains splattered everywhere.

  The Taoist priest saw this and just collected it, then continued to stay here to transform the lingering dead souls and the wronged souls bound in the treasure, before leaving.