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My master once told me that the path is a very personal thing. Each person's path is never the same; although many may walk similar routes, in the end, it is still oneself who takes the steps.
Thus, everyone's Wonderful Technique is not the same. For example, Erlang Shen's eye is actually a gift from his mixed heritage of human and deity. So even if I could achieve the ultimate Spiritual Sight, it doesn't necessarily mean I could open my eyes.
The scene changes.
In the biting wind, a large banner stands tall on a desolate plain, with only that banner fluttering in the wind alongside white sand.
The atmosphere here feels familiar to me. Upon closer thought, isn't this hell? What is being lifted by the wind is not white sand at all, but ashes! Not ashes from burning, but crushed bones!
Suddenly, a man appears beside the banner.
With a wave of his hand, the flat wilderness instantly rises and falls into mountains and rivers. Looking at the vast land filled only with mountains, the man shakes his head and waves his hand again. A stream of water flows down, gently spreading along the rivers.
"Three Rivers Water?" I exclaimed in surprise; it turns out that the Three Rivers Water of the Underworld is formed this way.
The banner flaps loudly in the wind as the man glances at it sideways. He presses his palm downward lightly, and immediately the wind ceases, yet the banner continues to flutter in midair.
The man pulls a strand of hair from his head and lightly tosses it onto the Three Rivers Water, constructing a bridge. The bridge can only accommodate two people walking side by side but has no supporting pillars—Bridge of Helplessness!
I widened my eyes; who exactly is this man? He has constructed an entire Underworld with just a wave of his hand.
Suddenly, the man seems to lose interest in continuing. He raises his hand to lift the large banner beside him. As if suddenly infused with life, the banner emits countless golden rays from where he stands, each ray dispersing into streams of soul light.
Before long, countless soul bodies appear on what was once a vast but lifeless land. I roughly estimate there are at least over a million of them.
As these soul bodies appear here in confusion, they only turn to kneel before the man when he slowly lowers the banner.
The man stands among the kneeling crowd and gradually disappears.
Before Bodhi Patriarch could speak, I opened my mouth first: "This person has constructed the Underworld?"
"No," the Bodhi Patriarch rarely answered my question, "it's Reincarnation."
Without giving me time to react, the Bodhi Patriarch waved his robe again, and the scene changed once more.
Between the earth stood two giants.
One was radiating a red glow, his face chiseled as if carved from stone, with deep grooves etched across it. His hair was casually disheveled, and his attire was equally unkempt. In his eyes seemed to hide flames capable of annihilating worlds. Fur draped loosely over him, with his arms and legs bare, muscles gleaming like finely crafted iron, exuding a faint metallic cold light.
The other was enveloped in blue light, dressed in an exquisitely crafted blue water-patterned Daoist robe. His head was squarely tied at the back, and he wore an expression that was stern and unyielding, exuding an aura of authority that made him seem difficult to approach. His hands were clasped behind him, and his eyes were as deep as the ocean.
The Bodhi Patriarch appeared before me at some point.
"Is this Zhurong and Gonggong?" I asked in surprise.
The Bodhi Patriarch nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
It wasn't hard to guess; from the fur on one of them, I knew this must be from ancient times. In ancient battles, one wielded fire while the other excelled in water—only these two Deities fit that description.
The Bodhi Patriarch's appearance was to protect me from the residual power left by the battle between the two Deities. Ancient Deities were still Deities; even if only remnants of their combat remained, the residual force was something I could not withstand.
The Ancestor enveloped me with immense magical power. Facing each other, the two Deities began to move.
Gonggong struck first, summoning towering waves from the sea. Instantly, the previously dry ground was engulfed by the ocean. Gonggong slowly descended onto the surface of the sea, raising his head to gaze at Zhurong.
Zhurong's eyes widened, and fierce flames erupted around him. Standing amidst the fire, Zhurong clenched his fists, and a beam of fire surged down towards Gonggong on the sea surface.
The waters churned as a massive wave enveloped Gonggong. In the next moment, Gonggong vanished beneath the surface of the sea, closely followed by Zhurong's attack.
"Boom!"
A tremendous sound echoed as a gigantic hole appeared on the sea surface. Zhurong's attack not only pierced through the ocean but also left a bottomless pit on land. Water continuously poured into the Bottomless Pit, but all that could be seen at its mouth were wisps of white steam and the sound of boiling seawater.
In the distance, Gonggong appeared, treading on towering waves hundreds of meters high, his hands raised above his head as he grasped at the void. A torrential downpour emerged, even more imposing than the ocean waves. Zhurong waved his hand, and flames transformed into a massive curtain that blocked all the rain.
The flames evaporated the rainwater into steam, and soon, even the steam was burned away by the fire.
The raging fire and the surging waves were both manifestations of the Taoist Arts of the ancient deities Zhurong and Gonggong. Since their Taoist Arts could no longer threaten each other, both sides chose a more direct approach.
Gonggong gestured, and a beam of water light swept through, which he easily caught with his hand. The water light transformed into droplets that fell back into the sea, revealing an object left behind.
The Water God’s artifact—Water God Spear!
However, Fire God Zhurong had no intention of drawing his weapon; instead, the flames surrounding him had morphed into a colorful fire dragon.
The giant waves lifted the Water God to nearly the same height as Zhurong in mid-air.
The Water God raised his spear while the fire dragon roared fiercely!
The earth instantly changed color with wind and clouds!
The Water God Spear was forcefully met by Zhurong's chest, and the fire dragon howled as it wrapped around the Water God. The Water God transformed his hands into blue light and tore the fire dragon in half.
The Water God Spear pierced through Zhurong's chest, but Zhurong paid it no mind; he stepped forward, his fist engulfed in flames, charging straight at Gonggong!
Gonggong could not evade in time and was struck down from the towering waves by Zhurong. He fell heavily onto the surface of the sea.
Zhurong pulled out the Water God Spear and casually discarded it aside before leaping down from mid-air.
Wherever Zhurong landed, the seawater evaporated entirely, creating an enormous pit on the surface of the sea.
The Water God slowly stood up and let out an angry roar as he charged forward.
"Fire God Zhu Rong, your fire technique, also known as Samadhi Fire, is extreme!" The Bodhi Patriarch appeared, withdrawing the magical power that enveloped me. With a wave of his Daoist robe, the scene changed once again.
Before me was still a pitch-black void, and then I began to hear the sounds of cicadas and birds, accompanied by a warm, humid sensation.
As I opened my eyes, I saw lush grass and flying orioles, with the fresh scent of grass and the beautiful scenery of rivers and mountains forming a stark contrast to all previous scenes.
An old man wearing a tattered raincoat was holding a long, thin fishing rod, his eyes closed, exuding an air of tranquility.
At that moment, a figure approached from a distance. Dressed in splendid attire, with a stern and just expression, he walked slowly with his hands held in front of his chest. This man appeared to be nearly sixty years old but had the strength of a robust young man. Despite traversing several miles of mountain paths, he remained calm and composed, with each step he took perfectly measured.
The elder in splendid attire soon reached the fishing elder and unexpectedly performed an extremely formal bow. The fishing old man stroked his beard and laughed heartily, retracting his fishing rod—his fishing rod turned out to be a straight silver needle!
The old man flicked the fishing rod into the air, and figures began to emerge from the clouds above!
There was the Towering Fury King, Silver Armored Erlang Shen, the Thunder God Zhenzi soaring through the skies, and the Vajra Barbie with three heads and six arms.
In addition, there were soldiers wielding knives and spears, numbering as many as one hundred thousand!
This was truly summoning the gods! A mere wave of the hand summoned countless deities!
The ultimate summoning of gods!
Jiang Ziya summoned all the deities to vanquish Zhou!
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