But as soon as the mountain god had this thought, he felt that the root of his primordial spirit had been broken and stolen. Through the last thread of connection, he saw that figure, the pangolin that he had always looked down on and regarded as an ant, which had actually cut off his last bit of life.
"ridiculous!"
The mountain god chuckled softly, and countless cracks appeared on his body, transforming him into a real old man statue, motionless.
The crane flapped its wings, creating wind blades that shattered the mountain god's stone statue. It sneered, "An ant dares to defy its master? It has no sense of mortality!"
The green light from the cane on the ground continued, transforming into two long whips. The seemingly hard ground was as soft as tofu in front of it, easily pierced through, and penetrated into the ground.
After a long while, a man was brought out bound by a green whip and thrown to the ground. It was none other than Wu Quxing—the devilish muscle old man.
Wu Quxing looked at the crane and cane in front of him, coughed twice, and said weakly, "Hehe, you're too late, that guy has already run away!"
The thought of Little King Kong suddenly disappearing into a black hole and escaping, leaving him alone buried deep underground, filled Wu Quxing with hatred.
"What!"
The crane was terrified and cried out in alarm. Just as it was about to continue searching with its cane, a hand suddenly grabbed the cane.
The crane bowed its neck respectfully upon seeing the visitor. "Master, you've arrived!"
The old man of the crane, also known as the Antarctic Immortal, is not scary at all; on the contrary, he has a kind face.
With his white hair and beard, leaning on a long, crooked cane, and a long, protruding forehead, he looked like an ordinary old man. Who would have thought that he was the Antarctic Emperor of Immortality, a powerful figure whose words could decide the life and death of countless beings?
The Antarctic Immortal's expression remained unchanged as he looked at Wuquxing lying on the ground. His gaze was unwavering. He closed his eyes and searched the area within a ten-mile radius, but found no trace of Little Vajra.
clang!
The cane gently tapped the ground, creating invisible ripples. Wu Quxing, who was directly in front, changed his expression drastically. Although he was only a wisp of spirit, at their level, every strand of divine soul was extremely precious. If it was lost, it would take at least ten thousand years of arduous cultivation to make up for it.
With overwhelming divine power, before even getting close, Wuquxing's body shattered inch by inch, then exploded into a cloud of blood mist, leaving only a wisp of divine soul struggling desperately.
"Fellow Daoist, stop!"
A soft sigh echoed through the world.
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Chapter 175: The Trap
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With a soft sigh, the ripples created by the Antarctic Immortal were blocked by an invisible barrier and vanished without a trace.
Dark clouds obscured the blazing sun, and countless stars whose light had been hidden by the sun began to shine. Among them, a star in the northern sky shone with dazzling light, no less radiant than the sun.
The starlight slowly scattered, transforming into a phantom image before the true spirit of Wuqu Star.
The phantom was blurry, but one could see his boundless domineering aura, as if he controlled the heavens and the earth, and the sun, moon and stars revolved according to his will. He simply stood there calmly, and the center of the world began to shift, with everything revolving around him.
"It's truly rare to see the Heavenly Emperor have the leisure to visit the mortal realm!"
The Antarctic Immortal still had a smiling expression and asked softly, seemingly unconcerned, but in reality, he was questioning: Do you dare to interfere in my affairs? Do you want to break ties with me?
The Heavenly Emperor naturally understood his meaning, but he did not get angry. After all, Wuqu Star had been exposed this time, and the seven Calabash Brothers had not been captured and sent back to the Heavenly Court in the shortest possible time. Logically speaking, it was like a thief being caught by his master, and it would not be unreasonable for him to be beaten to death.
However, Wu Quxing was his dog. If he were killed, what would become of his reputation? What would his other confidants think?
A leader who casually abandons his subordinates is not necessarily incompetent, but he will certainly not gain their loyalty.
Therefore, the Heavenly Emperor would not do anything foolish. Seeing that Wuqu Star was willing to die, the Heavenly Emperor was satisfied and then continued, "Why is the Immortal Elder angry!"
The smile on the face of the Antarctic Immortal gradually faded, his gaze turning cold and piercing like a black hole. He said sternly, "I would like to ask the Heavenly Emperor what he means by this. Now that you know that I was the one who suppressed these two little demons on Calabash Mountain, and that the gourd seeds were transformed from the gourd on my walking stick, what is the Heavenly Emperor's intention in intervening this time?"
The illusory figure of the Heavenly Emperor, surrounded by countless stars that flickered and shone, calmly replied, "Why should the Divine Firmament Jade Purity King be angry? Nuwa's power of creation is shared by all; it would be too much for one person to monopolize it!"
"snort!"
Lightning flashed across the sky, and dark clouds gathered densely, seemingly sinking into the earth. The atmosphere was somber and heavy, like the bottom of the deep sea.
Thump!
The Antarctic Immortal stroked his white beard and gently tapped the ground with his cane. A green halo spread outwards, obliterating everything in its path.
"Divine Firmament Jade Purity King, you're getting impatient!"
The Heavenly Emperor's illusory image faded considerably. He reached out and gently touched the sky, causing the Purple Star in the northern sky to shine brightly. At the same time, other stars lit up one after another, connecting the northern star field into one. Countless starlight fell, blocking the attack of the Antarctic Immortal.
"Nuwa attempted to transcend the realm and ascend to higher realms, but she encountered something in the void and perished. Blood rain fell from the sky for three days and three nights. All her descendants inherited her power after her death, and the amount of power inherited varied depending on their bloodline..."
The Heavenly Emperor began to speak, ignoring the increasingly grim expression on Antarctica's face, and continued, "Although Nuwa is dead, it does not mean that she failed in her ascension. On the contrary, she succeeded halfway. Her origin has undergone a fundamental transformation. If she had not been killed in the Outer Heaven, she might have been able to break through the boundary and escape."
"On the fifth day after Nuwa's fall, some people discovered the original power of Nuwa within these remnants of the race, especially a certain great god..." The Heavenly Emperor glanced meaningfully at the Antarctic Immortal at this point, "He wiped out the entire Nuwa remnant race and extracted the fragments of creation from their bodies. Although he successfully obtained this opportunity for advancement, the number was too small, clearly not enough, not to mention that there were others eyeing it covetously."
"So I spread the news, diverting everyone's attention to the other Nuwa descendants, and then led the snake spirit sisters who contained the most primordial essence to the direction I wanted. When no one was paying attention, I extracted the primordial essence from her body and nurtured the gourd that grew on the divine vine. In this way, I extracted the primordial essence and the incomplete power of creation. It's just a pity that for some reason, the golden snake spirit had a large number of fragments of creation in her body, while her sister's body had nothing of value except for a little more primordial essence."
The Antarctic Immortal took the initiative to speak, uttering the words that the Heavenly Emperor had not yet spoken. His gaze calmed down as he asked, "Although the power of creation is strong, it is not very useful to you, is it? The lifespan I control can only be further transformed through creation. Heavenly Emperor, your way of governance does not seem to particularly crave the power of creation!"
The Heavenly Emperor smiled and said, "I don't really need the power of creation, but the opportunity for advancement..."
Antarctica understood the Heavenly Emperor's meaning: he wanted the essence of Nuwa after her ascension, not the trash of ordinary remnants, but something extracted from the snake spirit.
“Good! I can give you the essence extracted from the snake spirit and the green snake spirit.”
Antarctica wasn't prepared to break ties with the Heavenly Emperor. After all, sacrificing only a small portion of its interests wasn't unacceptable. With a flick of its finger, it blocked the snake spirit couple who were trying to sneak away underwater. An invisible hand scooped them up from the water and threw them onto the ground.