Fu Hua thought the long-haired girl in front of her would say something about revenge.
But she didn't expect the other party's attitude to be so indifferent.
"Weren't they together? Why is this happening?"
Facing Fu Hua's gaze, Feng Qingxue explained: "I'm not as impulsive as you think. I know my own limitations. Since even immortals can't suppress that monster, I certainly can't do it alone."
"Then why not ask the Eternal God Cult for help?"
"Why would they help me?"
One sentence — Fu Hua nearly choked to death.
But what Feng Qingxue said was the truth. Why would the Eternal God Cult help her?
Fu Hua scrambled to find a reason: "That is — Fen Ji may become the enemy of the Eternal Religion!"
"If Fen Ji grows stronger, the Eternal God Cult will be attacked in turn..."
"Don't daydream. Real Ziyin already came here to attack us and avenge his friends — Tianyong City has become hostile to the Eternal God Cult. Real Ziyin is still dangling on Tianzhu Mountain, suffering."
Feng Qingxue tucked the hair behind her ear and turned to leave.
At the sight of this, Fu Hua jumped off the bed directly, blocked her path, and then thudded to her knees on the ground.
"Wu Xian is your friend — please... even if just out of kindness, can you let me meet the Master Priest?"
"What are you doing?"
"Tianyong City is my home. No matter the price, as long as my martial arts can be restored, I'll do anything."
Looking at the stubborn girl with tears streaming down her face.
Feng Qingxue felt something she couldn't name — an emotion beyond measure.
A few days ago, hadn't she been the same?
Weak and helpless.
Now she'd received the gods' help and gained extraordinary power, but she still couldn't act on her own authority.
"If crying could change everything, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world. Come with me."
"Thank you, Sister."
Fu Hua wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and followed Feng Qingxue to a great hall.
Near the stone steps, many monks sat kneeling. Every one of them radiated a powerful aura — the weakest at immortal realm. Fu Hua was dumbstruck.
When did immortals become so worthless?
No wonder the Eternal Church wasn't afraid of the Heavenly Soldiers. Even if a few more came, they wouldn't take it seriously.
For a moment, under Feng Qingxue's guidance, Fu Hua saw the Chief Priest of the Eternal God Cult.
He knelt before the idol, deep in prayer.
After Feng Qingxue entered the hall and knelt on the prayer cushion, she said softly: "Master Priest, Tianyong City has completely fallen, and Wu Xian has been taken control of as well. It seems they can't hold on any longer."
Ouyang Shaogong opened his eyes, and sighed: "I said at the beginning that there would be a big problem in Tianyong City, but Wu Xian didn't trust me..."
"Master, shall we take action now?"
"No. Go spread the news of Tianyong City's fall to the other sects and let them mount a rescue."
Fu Hua couldn't believe her ears.
She'd thought that if Feng Qingxue brought her here, the gods would send troops. Instead, they were just going to spread word?
"Master Priest... why won't you take action?"
Ouyang Shaogong smiled faintly: "The ways are different — don't seek each other. Tianyong City and the other cultivation sects all pay homage to the Emperor of Heaven. Shouldn't the Emperor take action in a situation like this?
Therefore, they should beg the Emperor — not beg me!"
His calculations were simple.
When Fen Ji came for him, it was naturally a death wish. So the other party wouldn't be coming after them.
As for those who resist or even slander the religion — let them learn what suffering is.
As for the Emperor?
Hehe. That kind of trash — let him be arrogant for now.
Finally, Fu Hua left.
With faith, she went to a proper sect — Heshimen — to ask for rescue forces.
Feng Qingxue knelt in the temple, praying devoutly.
After a long time, Ouyang Shaogong said to her: "From now on, you may cultivate here in peace. I need to go out."
"Where are you going?"
"Going to find an old friend. The time has come — it's time for me to act."
Ouyang Shaogong's eyes were firm. He gazed at the blue sky beyond the door.
Once, because of his friend the Black Dragon, he'd ended in misery. Now that he'd gained strength, he would naturally trample every fairy and god underfoot.
But this power was still not enough.
There was still a lacking force — the kind that could truly crush everything.
The altar was ready. The offerings were nearly complete.
Only some substantial things were missing. This time he was going to the East China Sea Ancestral Island, following the information from the gods.
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A few days later.
Ouyang Shaogong arrived at Zuzhou in the East China Sea.
A very familiar scene.
"It's truly nostalgic..." he murmured. "But it's a pity — the artificial method is too crude..."
Ouyang Shaogong couldn't help but sneer.
Enslaving the black dragon for thousands of years, and finally rewarding it with a place for retirement — what a fine calculation.
The black dragon inhabited the mountains.
Feeling the familiar scent, it couldn't help but open its eyes. When it saw the appearance of Prince Changqin, it was extremely shocked.
"You... how can you have been restored to your original state!!!"
The sorrowful voice was very loud, but it was difficult to conceal the oldness within it.
Clearly, it would die soon.
Hearing the voice, Ouyang Shaogong came before Xiao Yan and, looking at the enormous dragon's head, sighed: "Because I have the gods' help. Xiao Yan... are you alright?"
The black dragon's body was covered in scars. Many of the wounds were shocking — clearly left after a great war.
Xiao Mi sneered at his words: "What good can a dog think of itself? But the way you look now is strange to me."
Its soul was whole. Its breath was closing.
It was even more terrifying than the original Prince Changqin.
Especially those bright silver eyes — the stinging dragon's gaze caused pain to whoever looked upon it.
"These things are complicated to explain," Ouyang Shaogong said. "But I have a plan to get you revenge. Do you want to give the one who is Emperor and the emissary a taste of suffering?"
"Oh? What plan!"
"Take you as a sacrifice to the God of Eternity! Although you cannot participate in the battle, I can use this power to completely defeat the heavens!"
Xiao Jian fell silent after hearing this.
It quietly looked at Ouyang Shaogong and asked after a long time: "Can you really defeat them? If there is risk, I advise you to stop. Hall Master — I'm old. I will die soon. Once you suffered thousands of years of sin for my sake.
Heavenly Emperor Fuxi is very terrifying. He went mad and even attacked Nuwa. Do you think you can defeat him?"
It was not afraid of death — it was afraid Ouyang Shaogong would finally gain freedom, only for it to be in vain again.
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Ouyang Shaogong was deeply moved by Xiao Jian's words.
The Black Dragon had lost its vigor.
Once it had dared to fight against the heavens. Now it was scarred and battered, and even worried about him as it faced death.
Clearly, the other party had not forgotten the feelings of years past.
Ouyang Shaogong flew up and came to Xiao Jian's head, saying: "Old friend, don't worry... The God of Eternity is a god more powerful than the God of Pangu.
You must live well when you arrive at the Eternal God Sect — because longevity in the God Realm is endless!"
Xiao Jian smiled faintly. There was not much feeling in its heart.
For it, as long as a friend could live in happiness, that was enough.
Did anyone really think it had never hated it?
It hated it too.
It was just that there was not enough strength, and it could only be driven by others — until it grew old, weak, and became an abandoned child.
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A few days later.
The Eternal God Cult welcomed a black dragon.
When it saw the talented sect, its heart completely settled. It hadn't expected the gods spoken of by its old friend to be so terrible.
Standing on the altar, Feng Qingxue looked at the shadow of the dragon drifting through the mist, opening her little mouth in surprise.
She never expected that the old friend Ouyang Shaogong mentioned was actually a black dragon.
"Master Priest!"
"Well, everyone — don't be afraid. Xiao Ji is an old friend of mine, and it is also a tribute offered to the gods this time. Go and inform everyone.
Three days later — prepare for the ceremony!"
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