Chapter 742: Kill a God (1/2)

The little nun’s master, also Mo Yi’s senior sister, was a powerhouse of the Purple Firmament and a guardian of the world of immortals. She kept the flawless origin dao immortals of the world in check, as well as deterred the origin dao immortals of Levitating Island from acting out.

She took her duties seriously, such that a flawless origin dao immortal—an old lion—from Levitating Island had also met his death at her hands. She’d departed from the world of immortals after that, her absence emboldening personages such as the big fur seal and Yin Jiuying. They’d only dared show themselves after she left.

Lu Yun had thought she’d left for good, but here she was.

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“How dare a yin god of the Green Firmament interfere in the affairs of the living?” The middle-aged nun spoke before Lu Yun could address the situation. “Yu Qinghun, are you looking to court death in coming here?”

Yu Qinghun was the name of the green-clad youth next to Lu Yun; color drained from his face when he heard this rebuke. [1]

“Leave!” scoffed the nun when she saw his reaction.

“A representative of the Purple Firmament?” Lu Yun took a step forward, his projection of Zhurong growing even more resplendent and awe-inspiring as he commanded the limelight. Connate li fire blazed around the manifestation, and the two dragon veins beneath Zhurong’s feet crooned with resounding dragon howls.

“And who are you?” The nun’s expression shifted when she took a good look at the manifestation.

Zhurong was the primordial fire god, a proper one with a title conferred by the immortal emperor himself. Worshippers offered him plentiful sacrifices, elevating his position to great heights in the Primordial Era. At the same time, he was also extraordinarily strong and domineering. Having reached principal realm, he was the cream of the crop amongst the gods.

In the Primordial Era, the strongest gods had been Thunder God Kui, Water God Gonggong, Wind God Fengbo, and Fire God Zhurong. Their strength had been on par with the four godkings of the four cardinal divine tribes.

Thus, the middle-aged nun would never think that the random fellow on fire in front of her was the promordial Zhurong. That august personage had perished before the great war. Though his bloodline lived on in the world of immortals, the real Zhurong was deader then dead. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. He was more likely someone who’d obtained Zhurong’s inheritance.

“It doesn’t matter who any of you are, all of you will die here today since you dared come here!” roared the divine spirit of the kidneys. Four water dragons exploded out of the black kui water and barreled toward Lu Yun, Yu Qinghun, the middle-aged nun, and the demon god.

At the same time, the divine spirit opened its arms and rushed at the core of the Emperor Sunflower. Its true form was one of four heads and eight arms. Its legs were as if a frog’s, webbed instead of bearing distinct toes.

“Hmph!” snorted the nun. Innumerable sword lights bloomed in the air with just a casual wave of her hand. They dispersed the water dragon in front of her with explosive slashes, and she took flight as well, treading through air to tear into the divine spirit.

Clang!

The demon god made his move at this time. He wasn’t here in person—the Ichor Bog formed a scarlet replica that blazed as an enormous red flame. An immense scarlet hand grabbed the nun’s sword light and crushed it to pieces.

“Do not damage my body,” he commanded coldly. Turning, he sent a claw grabbing for the divine spirit.

“AHHHHHHHH—“ the divine spirit screamed furiously. It’d been a hair’s breadth away from the core of the spirit root when the demon god yanked it away!

Snarling and flailing around wildly, it wanted to attack the demon god, but its quarry proved far too nimble. The divine spirit couldn’t touch a single hair on the demon god’s body. In the eyes of both the demon god and middle-aged nun, the divine spirit was a squealing pig waiting to be butchered—ripe for harvest and of no threat at all.