boyutpedia Chapter 136 Three Lives, Three Worlds, Southern Beginning 18
Chapter 136 Three Lives, Three Worlds, Southern Beginning 18
In Kunlun Mountain, Mo Yuan sat quietly in the tea room, usually just teaching his disciples and not interfering in anything else.
Mo Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and leaped to the back mountain.
A dazzling light appeared, followed by golden light emanating from heaven and earth, and forty-six colorful birds flew around Kunlun Mountain.
Mo Yuan's eyes were filled with joy. After hundreds of thousands of years, Mo Ze was finally going to return.
The anomaly at Kunlun Mountain attracted many people, including Donghua, Zheyan, and Yaoguang.
The Celestial Clan naturally sent their Third Prince, Lian Song, to Kunlun Mountain, and even the Qingqiu Clan, which had recently caused a stir with their annulment of the engagement, sent representatives.
Everyone remained quietly on the outskirts of Kunlun Void, blocked by the formation of Kunlun Void.
Only Bai Zhi's face turned ashen. Le Xu, whom he had tricked, had not conceived a child, and the Father God's second son had actually managed to transform.
Before Bai Zhi could think further, the colorful birds circling in the sky flew faster and faster. Suddenly, it was as if a gap opened in the sky, and a stream of azure spiritual energy fell to the ground.
The colorful bird vanished instantly, and the world returned to its original state.
A young man who looked like Mo Yuan stood there.
Then, the dissipated strange phenomena of heaven and earth changed again, dark clouds appeared in the sky, and lightning churned in the clouds.
Mo Yuan waited outside and saw the tribulation clouds arrive. Only when Mo Ze survived the tribulation lightning could he be considered truly successful.
Bolts of lightning, carrying a world-destroying force, struck down, and the man, transformed into a nine-clawed black dragon, met them head-on.
Each bolt of lightning was more powerful than the last, until finally, the nine-clawed black dragon was covered in wounds, yet it still stubbornly looked up at the sky.
After the final bolt of lightning had been brewing for a long time, it struck swiftly. The black dragon survived the final lightning bolt, transformed, and sat quietly on the ground.
The calamity clouds slowly dissipated, and spiritual rain descended, rapidly healing Mo Ze's injuries.
Mo Ze stood up, looked at his elder brother, and smiled gently, like a child who had done something wrong.
"It's good that you're back!" Mo Yuan said expressionlessly.
There was a better way, but Mo Ze wouldn't accept it. As the older brother, he didn't know how to get along with his younger brother, so he could only go along with him.
Now that Mo Ze has returned from his trials in the mortal realm and regained his divine cultivation, Mo Yuan doesn't want to criticize him.
Donghua, Zheyan, and others entered Kunlun Mountain.
Mo Yuan explained, "This is Mo Ze, my younger brother."
He then introduced Donghua, Zheyan, and others to Moze one by one.
"Lord Moze, I am Lian Song of the Celestial Clan. Congratulations on your return, Lord Moze! Your return is a great blessing for the Celestial Clan. The Celestial Clan will certainly invite all immortals to the Heavenly Palace to celebrate your return," Lian Song said.
Halfway through the conversation, Mo Ze lost interest in listening and quickly looked to his elder brother for help.
Mo Yuan said, "Mo Ze has just returned and has many things to do. I appreciate the Heavenly Emperor's kindness, but there's no need to host a banquet for all the immortals."
Bai Zhi had been observing Mo Ze, and Mo Ze did indeed look very similar to Mo Yuan. Considering that Bai Qian had already broken off the engagement and that the Father God's second son had not been reincarnated into Le Xu, his plans had failed.
If he could facilitate the marriage between Mo Ze and Bai Qian, his plan would succeed again. For nearly 70,000 years, Qingqiu's fortune has been steadily declining.
Bai Fengjiu is the only nine-tailed red fox in Qingqiu. Bai Zhi thinks highly of Bai Fengjiu. She has a phoenix tail flower on her forehead, which is the same as the phoenix tail flower in Bihai Cangling, the birthplace of Donghua.
Bai Zhi obtained this phoenix tail flower hundreds of thousands of years ago after going through countless hardships. He originally did not intend to use it, but if Zhe Yan had not refused to help, he would not have used it.
Unfortunately, Bai Fengjiu had no contact with Donghua. Although Bai Yi often mentioned Donghua in front of Bai Fengjiu, Bai Fengjiu had a crush on Donghua, and Bai Zhi also hoped that Bai Fengjiu could win Donghua over. At that time, he, Bai Zhi, would be the grandfather of Emperor Donghua, and who in the four seas and eight wastelands would dare to disrespect him?
Donghua stayed in Taichen Palace, so Bai Fengjiu had no chance to contact him.
Bai Zhi had thought a lot about it, but his expression remained unchanged. With a congratulatory smile, he said, "Congratulations, Mo Ze."
Mo Ze nodded. Perhaps because he had been in the soul mode for too long, he instinctively rejected Bai Zhi, whose soul was very turbid.
As the Fox Emperor, Bai Zhi also had his own pride. Since Mo Ze didn't say anything, he left with Bai Zhen and the others.
Donghua and Zheyan exchanged a few more words.
“The day the Eastern Emperor Bell is unsealed is in a few days. Nan Chu should be back by now!” Dong Hua said.
Zheyan didn't want to talk to Donghua. Although 70,000 years had passed, he still felt guilty about Nan Chu losing his primordial spirit.
"Nan Chu? Is she the sister who sent me to the mortal realm before? Why haven't I seen her today?" Mo Ze asked.
Upon hearing Mo Ze's question, Mo Yuan's face darkened. Mo Ze was much older than Nan Chu.
Mo Yuan sighed and briefly explained the situation in Nan Chu.
A few days later, Zheyan brought Nanchu to Ruoshui River, where Donghua, Moyuan, and Moze also arrived.
Inside the Eastern Emperor Bell, countless years passed for Nan Chu, her soul torn apart and pieced back together again and again.
I suddenly opened my eyes and exclaimed.
"The final moment has finally arrived."
Nan Chu took control of the Eastern Emperor Bell and slowly opened up the path leading out of it.
Those outside, including Zheyan, saw the Eastern Emperor Bell emitting a red light, as if the Red Lotus Karmic Fire was about to surge out, and then the Eastern Emperor Bell slowly shrank.
A transparent figure appeared beneath the Eastern Emperor Bell. Nan Chujian Zheyan brought her immortal body, which directly entered her body.
Nan Chu's body had been frozen for too long and was a bit stiff; it took her a while to adjust.
Zheyan and the others stared straight at Nan Chu.
Nan Chu slowly opened her eyes, her face regaining its former vitality.
In the blink of an eye, Zheyan rushed to Nan Chu's side and hugged her tightly.
He murmured, "Thank goodness, thank goodness, you're finally alive."
Nan Chu was at a loss, not knowing where to put her hands. After Zhe Yan calmed down, Nan Chu broke free from Zhe Yan's embrace.
She truly didn't know that Zheyan was such a sentimental person. Perhaps she had been with Zheyan since she was young, and he regarded her as family. This sudden sacrifice of her primordial spirit had frightened Zheyan, which was why he was so agitated.
Nan Chu waved to the sky, and the floating Eastern Emperor Bell flew to her side and quietly hung on her waist.
Mo Yuan's face showed doubt and shock. The Eastern Emperor Bell was notoriously difficult to tame. Even though Qing Cang had possessed the Eastern Emperor Bell for many years, he still could not completely subdue it.
"Nan Chu, Nan Chu, you're back." Mo Ze felt a pang of displeasure when he saw Zhe Yan holding Nan Chu, but seeing that Nan Chu hadn't noticed him yet, he simply spoke up.
"Um, you're Mo Ze? You're back," Nan Chu asked.
"Yes, thanks to you!" Mo Ze said cheerfully.
“Nan Chu, what’s the story behind the Eastern Emperor Bell?” Dong Hua asked.
"Um, well, the story is a bit long."
Nan Chu briefly explained how he subdued the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, eliminated Qing Cang, and tamed the Eastern Emperor Bell.
Looking up at the Ruoshui River, I noticed that the stagnant waters of the Ruoshui River were spreading rapidly. It seemed that the battle between the Celestial Clan and the Winged Clan had killed so many people and changed the Ruoshui River.
Nan Chu thought to herself: No, isn't this the kind of place the underworld is looking for? Ruoshui River is the perfect place.
She didn't respond to Zheyan, Moze, and the others anymore, and found a place.
Nan Chu quietly cast her spell, her hands clasped together, making a series of complex hand gestures quickly and precisely. Her lips moved slightly, and a string of mysterious incantations was murmured along with the gestures.
Zheyan and the others noticed Nan Chu's actions and quietly stayed behind her.
After completing a series of gestures, a mysterious seal appeared before Nan Chu's eyes, and the seal flew directly into the Ruoshui River.
The Ruoshui River trembled violently, and massive arrays emerged from it.
A strange bridge appeared, divided into three layers: the upper layer was red, the middle layer was dark yellow, and the lower layer was black, leading step by step to the misty border.