Chapter 122 That's How You Get In

A vast expanse of flying swords showcased the grandeur of the Daoist sect. Simultaneously, the faint sound of chanting《Tai Shang Dong Xuan Ling Bao Wu Liang Du Ren Shang Pin Miao Jing》echoed in the air, seemingly unaware of its insignificance as it flew towards the Dao fruit-level powerhouse.

Turbid World Battle seemed enraged, raising his hand and shattering the flying swords with a single palm strike.

The initial sword scattered in all directions. The Daoist art of sword control, entrusting a bit of spirituality, also dissipated. Nüwa pursed her lips, extending her hand. In her grasp appeared a verdant fishing rod, one of the myriad treasures refined for her by Fuxi, instantly ensnaring the lingering trace of spirituality left behind after Lin Shouyi's sword light dispersed.

Then, she pulled it towards herself.

The sliver of spirituality flew into Nüwa's hand. Her slender fingers gently clasped it, yet did not fully close, resembling a lotus flower. The spirituality found a haven from the wind and rain, able to settle down without being scattered by the violent winds of this world.

When a soul scatters and a person dies, the soul returns to heaven, and the spirit is buried in the earth.

The three souls and seven spirits scattered in all directions. The verdant fishing rod, crafted from innate spiritual material, was intended to retrieve the souls before they completely dispersed. Only the Mother of Humanity could accomplish this; anyone else would frighten the souls away or even shatter them.

However, this action finally presented Turbid World Battle with an opportunity.

A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he laughed loudly, "Good!"

He stepped forward, attacking fiercely, without any restraint or hesitation. The Dao fruit of battle fully unfolded. Above the firmament, layers upon layers of boundless, heavy clouds pressed down, and lightning raged, as if the world were ending.

The mere leakage of a trace of energy triggered such terrifying phenomena, demonstrating the immense power of this move. Nüba and Jinyun exerted their full strength, but were forced back by the shockwaves. The staff struck directly towards Nüwa's forehead, crashing down violently.

Turbid World Battle no longer intended to capture her alive.

He was going all out!

"Die!"

The staff, laden with immense power, struck Nüwa's brow.

Then, as if this resolute killing intent activated some kind of restriction, Nüwa's brow rippled like water, and the staff seemed to sink into it.

No, it entered a painting!

This attack, imbued with a heart set on killing and representing Nüwa's tribulation, triggered the passive counterattack of something within her body. To Turbid World Battle's astonishment, a scroll appeared in the void, filled with the imposing spirit of mountains and rivers in the style of splashed-ink landscape painting.

His staff strike was already at its limit of dominance.

But it seemed to fall into the painting, and a water-ink version of the staff appeared on one of the mountains.

The momentum of the staff continued, extending downward, as if the painting were not a painting but a world. The staff struck the mountains and rivers within the painting, causing them to collapse and annihilate. At the point of impact, a black hole appeared due to the extreme pressure.

Turbid World Battle's expression froze.

The next moment, the entire painting shook violently.

Whoosh!

Boundless torrents of water surged out of the painting with tremendous force, completely engulfing Turbid World Battle.

Each drop of water, each splash of mist, transformed into sword light, weaving together like an ocean. It directly enveloped Turbid World Battle, seemingly inspired by the Daoist art of "refining swords into silk." The water flowed around Turbid World Battle, swirling madly.

The sound of clashing metal never ceased.

Within, Turbid World Battle roared in anger, but the sword qi of the water flow was too terrifying. Whoever had set this up could adjust the undercurrents of the water flow according to his moves, trapping him forever.

"This! Who?!"

Jinyun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed loudly, "Hahaha."

"Who? Aren't you Wuzhiqi?"

"This is naturally something your old man came up with. Don't you even know that?!"

Turbid World Battle was shocked.

Wuzhiqi's old man?

Could it be that an old, violent monkey had also come here?

He looked around, but didn't find anything, and raged, "You're playing me?!"

"What use are mere forceful sword qi against me?!"

Nüwa stared blankly at the painting. She had always regarded it as a gift from her child, hanging it in her room. She hadn't expected that when she faced a true tribulation, it would spontaneously appear and unleash its power.

Perhaps provoked, or perhaps because the painter was familiar with such indestructible bodies, the monkey used boundless force to violently shake his own Dao fruit aura. With incredible brute force, he actually shook the entire ocean of sword qi into mist!

The next moment, before the monkey could speak arrogantly, the mist suddenly gathered.

Guided by causality, it forcibly burrowed into the monkey's three holes, seven orifices, and eighty-four thousand pores. The wisps of mist were wisps of sword qi, instantly scouring his body. Jinyun watched as the Dao fruit's expression changed drastically before he could even open his mouth, and then he spewed out a cloud of blood mist.

Then blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his monkey face became twisted and terrifying.

"You!!!"

Turbid World Battle was shocked and furious. Jinyun's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but laugh loudly, "Hahaha, as expected, it's natural for a father to discipline his son! Nüwa, may I ask, what's the name of this painting? Is it called 【Seven Wolves】?"

Although Turbid World Battle didn't know what "Seven Wolves" meant, he knew that this human was mocking him. Immediately, his Dao fruit trembled, unleashing a terrifying force that forcibly shattered the restraints of the magical treasure. The sword qi that had turned into mist was wrapped in polluted blood and spat out, and a cloud of turbid energy spread, greatly diminishing its spirituality.

It turned back into the *Shanhe Sheji Tu* (Map of Mountains and Rivers).

But after its spirituality was broken, the painting transformed into layers upon layers of golden streamers.

That was causality, and causality directly activated a summoning in place.

Fuxi's aura began to flow.

Turbid World Battle's expression solidified, but Fuxi didn't appear, or even respond to the summons. However, after this tribulation-averting item was broken, Nüwa noticed a golden mark suddenly appearing on her brow. The next moment, energy frantically converged.

The tribulation-averting item 【*Shanhe Sheji Tu*】 has been destroyed.

Activating defensive form.

In an instant, the blessings of the Heavenly Dao manifested on Nüwa almost without cost.

The sound of energy erupting and laws splicing together almost created the illusion of metal clashing.

Layers upon layers of extremely complex formations, the circulation of yin and yang, some to avoid injuries, some to add heavenly luck, some to counterattack with qi, some to defend with yin and yang, stacked up to nearly thousands of layers, and continued to increase at an even more terrifying rate, as if new blessings would naturally form every second.

This was Fuxi's contingency plan.

Just like how adults always tell their children to close the door tightly before leaving home.

Fuxi wouldn't do that. His sister wasn't a child anymore.

He would just close seventeen or eighteen doors himself, and then weld every door and window shut!

Turbid World Battle held his staff, covered in blood. He looked at the fragile girl who could have been killed directly after her defense and tribulation-averting items had been broken. He looked at the creations on her body that were almost the embodiment of rules.

This defense was very strong.

So strong that he might not be able to break it even after fighting for three hours.

So strong that even if he killed everyone in the world and shattered the human realm, he might not be able to shake it. Countless streamers were emanating from a core area, a scarlet-covered booklet with three gold characters written on it:

【Household Registration Booklet】!

Below, there was also a line of small characters 【Issued by the Longhu Mountain Household Registration Office Working Group】

"………………"

Turbid World Battle held his staff, covered in blood.

He couldn't strike.

He couldn't not strike.

He seemed somewhat helpless.

This defense was powerful, but only in one aspect—

This defense was only around Nüwa.

Even Jinyun and Nüba, who were fighting for Nüwa, didn't get a single bit of it.

Unless absolutely necessary, Fuxi's contingency plan wouldn't be revealed, because he was worried that his sister would hate him.

But once danger arose, Fuxi's contingency plan would go to the extreme in an unconventional way. This was the tragic wound left to Fuxi when Nüwa fell in the past, and the preparation he made after painful reflection over these long years.

He had to make sure that even Buzhou Mountain couldn't shatter it with a single punch.

But only Nüwa had it.

It was completely different from the tribulation-averting items that Wei Yuan had given her.

And Turbid World Battle saw a handsome young man in a green shirt appearing over there, his serpentine eyes watching him. Turbid World Battle felt like retreating, stepping back, but unwilling to leave like this, he said, "So Fuxi had a contingency plan... as expected of him."

He looked at the injuries on his hand and fell silent.

"I take back what I said earlier. The Daoist sect is not bad."

"Such an existence should be destroyed."

"Nüwa, although I can't hurt you, you can't stop me either."

The last sword of the old Daoist who had died earlier, though weak, had an indescribable power that left a mark on his heart, unwilling to give up. He took a step back, and in that instant, his body became incomparably huge, almost taller than Longhu Mountain, one of the ancestral Daoist courts.

He could grab the main hall with a raise of his hand, and each step caused an earthquake.

One hand pressed down on Longhu Mountain, about to completely push it over. At this moment, his gaze suddenly fell, and he saw the Daoist sitting cross-legged in the back mountain. His pupils shrank violently. From this old Daoist, he felt an aura similar to the old man who had slashed out with his sword even when his soul was scattered.

But this old Daoist's aura was far stronger than that old man's.

It even faintly approached the Dao fruit realm.

In that instant, a sense of threat arose in Turbid World Battle's heart. Without hesitation, while pushing down the entire Longhu Mountain, causing it to collapse, he raised his hand and grabbed towards Zhang Ruosu. Although Nüwa didn't need to worry about her own safety, she couldn't stop this person.

Just as the finger, as large as a beam of the main hall, was about to crush Zhang Ruosu, a shrill cat meow sounded.

The black cat had actually climbed to the branches above Zhang Ruosu's head.

Then, without hesitation, it pounced out, trying to block the terrifying finger.

Nüwa's expression changed, but at this moment, Turbid World Battle suddenly roared, and his finger actually shifted. He looked up and roared wildly, his right eye turning into a bloody hole, exploding open. Everyone froze, instinctively turning their heads, and saw another Nüwa in black standing on the main hall.

Her white hair was tied into a ponytail, and her right hand held an extremely sharp sword.

She raised her sword in a gesture of facing the moon.

The sword emitted Wei Yuan's aura, but it was slowly dissipating. Her face was pale and bloodless, and her eyes were large and deep, without any ripples. Just now, she had struck out with her sword, piercing his right eye with a single blow. The terrifying pain caused Turbid World Battle to instinctively retreat, and the attack instantly changed.

The finger, as large as a pillar, brushed past the cliff.

It didn't hit the black cat and Zhang Ruosu, but it caused the mountain to shake violently.

The back mountain collapsed, and the old Daoist who had been meditating with his eyes closed fell down the mountain. The black cat curled up in his arms, falling together. As they fell, Zhang Ruosu's fingers twitched slightly.