Chapter 1406 Gonggong

Gonggong, the true and only God of Water.

The pupils of the figure holding the umbrella contracted, almost completely unable to comprehend everything she was seeing. The tall and slender god had a detached smile on his lips. Then, the things the umbrella-holder had spent a thousand years, or even longer, preparing gradually broke free from her control.

The vast rain clouds that had enveloped the entire Jiangnan region slowly ceased.

Afterward, Zhang Ruosu, the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, received news of the changes occurring in Jiangnan.

"The rain has stopped."

There was suppressed tremor in the disciples' voices.

There was even a natural sense of fear towards an incomprehensible power in that tone.

Because the rain didn't just stop falling; it simply froze in the air, no longer descending. Round water droplets floated throughout Jiangnan. The clamor of the downpour transformed into a deathly silence in the blink of an eye. That instant felt as if time itself had been suspended.

Zhang Ruosu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Such powerful control could only belong to that one.

He ordered all the disciples to evacuate Jiangnan.

Shortly after, news arrived from the Shangqing Sect, one of the Seven Jade Pivot Daoist Sects.

"Zhang Ruosu, have you gone mad?!"

"Evacuating Jiangnan at this time—are all the cultivators of the Longhu Mountain Zhengyi School cowards afraid of death?! If you want to retreat, retreat yourself. Why order all the cultivators to leave?! What about Jiangnan..."

Lin Shouyi of the Shangqing Sect suppressed his anger in his voice.

Zhang Ruosu moved his phone thirty centimeters away from his ear.

After his old friend on the other end had finished cursing him, nearly out of breath, he slowly said, "Someone is taking care of the problem in Jiangnan."

Lin Shouyi was furious. "Who?! Tell me! Who is so arrogant and bold? This old Daoist will strike him dead with a Heavenly Thunder!"

"Gonggong."

"............"

After a moment of deathly silence on the other end, a series of chaotic sounds erupted, as if a table had been overturned or a water glass had been knocked over. In any case, it was a scene of utter chaos, and then the call was abruptly ended, replaced by a cacophony of busy signals.

Zhang Ruosu shook his Daoist robe, tilted his head slightly, and exhaled a breath. He murmured,

"I see..."

"Indeed refreshing."

..................

At this moment, on the battlefield of Jiangnan.

The moment Gonggong appeared, the battle turned into a one-sided碾压局 (a complete stomp).

The umbrella-holder staggered back, the sleeve of her arm almost completely torn apart and transformed into butterflies. A thousand years of planning had collapsed almost instantly. She gritted her teeth, a mixture of feelings welling up in her heart, but overall, resentment outweighed her fear of death.

Why?!

This was completely unreasonable!

Why did Gonggong appear?!

Why would Gonggong appear here!

It was as if, in a game of chess, every move she made was perfectly anticipated by her opponent.

But then the referee stepped onto the field.

What was the point of playing?

She couldn't even overturn the table.

After all, when it came to overturning tables, the one facing her was the originator of table-flipping.

That was someone who, once angered, would directly overturn the table, almost taking all the gods of the mountains and seas and the hundred tribes of humanity with him.

She resisted with all her might, but the water veins she had painstakingly prepared for a thousand years seemed to have acquired their own souls and thoughts. They directly broke free of her control and attacked her instead. As the master of all water veins, Gonggong didn't even need to take action to push her to the brink of despair.

She took a wrong step, stumbled, and fell backward.

Countless streams of water surged into the sky, surrounding her. In that instant, she felt as if she had been plunged into the deep sea, suffocated by the endless water.

She could hardly distinguish whether this was the human world or the domain of water.

That despair and suffocation made her dazed. Her eyes widened, and scenes she didn't want to remember flashed before her eyes—

"You are the chosen saint, destined to become the water god's bride..."

"A good thing, a good thing."

She was dressed in the finest clothes and fed delicious food.

Then, she was sent to the high platform.

The respected elders of the tribe, even her parents, wore expressions of utmost piety, which only made her feel cold. Then, she was pushed into the water, and countless people cheered for it, believing that the disaster would be resolved.

But no one asked, not even her parents, that question.

In an instant, the light vanished.

She fell into the deep sea.

As she was about to suffocate and die, she saw the most magnificent and sacred existence...

The words she had heard at that time echoed in her ears once more.

..............

The memories remained blurred.

The figure holding the umbrella seemed to awaken, gasping for breath. The focus returned to her eyes, but this time, her body could no longer move. A sword was resting on her neck, its blade cold and slightly chilling, exuding a terrifying killing intent that even gods would find frightening.

Wei Yuan stood calmly behind her.

Cracks appeared on the ancient oiled paper umbrella.

The Yellow Turban Warriors who had been bound by the umbrella were thus released and returned to the world.

Cutting the umbrella's surface was like severing a kind of restraint or concealment.

Wei Yuan saw the true face of this figure.

It was a woman with dignified features. However, after the cracks appeared in the umbrella, the divinity he had sensed earlier grew weaker and weaker. Another aura emerged, one like that of a yin spirit. The Water God Gonggong no longer attacked at this moment, but looked at the woman, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes.

Then, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and finally, as if he had seen something interesting, that hint of surprised smile grew larger and larger, and finally he couldn't help but laugh loudly:

"So that's it! So that's it!"

"You are not Him, but a soul with karmic connections to Him."

"From the looks of it, you have spent more than a thousand years trying to awaken Him?"

"Hahahaha... laughable, laughable!"

The Water God's eyes narrowed, and a hint of playfulness and mockery appeared in those eyes, which at least looked gentle on the surface. However, it was not known who this playfulness and mockery were directed at, or whether he had simply seen something utterly ridiculous. He smiled and said:

"Judging from your appearance, you were a living sacrifice offered to the god by a human tribe, weren't you? There are still marks from the ropes left on your wrists. That is to say, you still hate those who pushed you into the water as a sacrifice to this day."

"And now, you are doing the same thing, offering others as sacrifices."

"Did He save you back then?"

"Then He certainly wouldn't have imagined that there would be a day like this."

Wei Yuan guessed the truth of the matter.

The Water God sneered:

"Wei Yuan, this is the mistake that humans are constantly repeating. That traitor saved her from the sacrifices to the other river gods, and now she wants to sacrifice city after city for that traitor. I say five thousand years is short, and it's because of this. It's like a circle, humans are constantly repeating."

"Repeating resentment, repeating becoming the kind of person who is resented."

"Never knowing their mistakes, never repenting."

Wei Yuan looked at the umbrella-holding woman who had been subdued.

The latter gritted her teeth and said, "It was my own will. This matter has nothing to do with the Honored God."

"Of course it has nothing to do with Him. He is already so weak that He has fallen asleep."

Gonggong sneered: "But you want Him to revive, that is your wish."

"There is no need to say that you are different from the people before."

"Wishes are attachments, are desires."

The Water God stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly:

"People of the past sacrificed you for their own desires."

"And now, you also want to sacrifice cities for your own desires."

"In our eyes, there is no difference."

The doubts in Wei Yuan's heart grew stronger and stronger. He finally realized that there was a huge deviation in one of his previous understandings, just like in the previous debate with Gonggong about human governance versus divine governance. He slowly said, "Gonggong... who exactly is the traitor you speak of?"

Gonggong lowered his head and looked at the increasingly turbulent river.

"Do you want to know?"

Suddenly, he swept his sleeves, and those rescued school buses actually fell back into the river.

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted, and he was about to take action again.

But at this moment, the originally turbulent river suddenly became calm. Waves surged up, like flowers blooming on the water, catching the vehicles that were about to fall into the river and gently placing them on the land on the side.

No one was injured.

This was not Wei Yuan's doing, nor was it Gonggong's.

A faint aura revived.

Wei Yuan looked at the river that seemed to be awakening. The umbrella-holding woman who was being controlled by him gritted her teeth. After a long absence, she finally remembered once again the words she had heard when she was sacrificed as a living sacrifice to the River God during that magnificent scene.

At that time, the powerful god walked in the water and caught the child who had been abandoned.

Then, He said, "You are crying..."

He softly asked the question that no one had ever asked her:

"Do you want to live?"

And at this moment, the expression on Gonggong's face changed, and his eyes became indifferent. He said:

"Sure enough, you haven't changed at all."

He said: "The water god who betrayed the gods, abandoned the mountains and seas, and chose to stay in the human world and live with humans, the traitor of the gods."

"Tian Wu."

ps: Today's first update... two thousand eight hundred words.

Buffer chapter, slightly fewer words. Gonggong and humans have different positions. The traitor in his mouth is naturally from the perspective of the gods.

After waking up in the morning, I found that the neighbors were renovating. The hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly.