"Boom!"
Fu Yuan Immortal tumbled heavily to the ground.
All the Immortal Gods present stared with wide eyes, imdiately erupting in a buzz of discussion.
"How could this be possible?"
"Princess Long Ji is clearly only a Golden Immortal, how did she suddenly beco so powerful?"
"Didn't you notice the spiritual weapon in Princess Long Ji's hand?"
"Hisss, that hamr looks a bit like Yu Yuan's Mixed Gold Hamr..."
"The Mixed Gold Hamr doesn't seem that powerful, does it?"
"I didn't say it was the Mixed Gold Hamr... but undoubtedly, that hamr must be related to him!"
"If it's his, then it's not surprising at all!"
"No wonder she dared to make a move on Fu Yuan Immortal; it turns out it's not her being reckless, but having full confidence!"
"..."
Amidst the noisy debates, all the Immortal Gods present had realized one thing.
The main reason Princess Long Ji could defeat Fu Yuan Immortal was owing to that hefty hamr in her hand.
And that hamr, in all likelihood, was the trump card given to her by Yu Yuan.
Hearing the speculations of the Immortal Gods nearing the truth, Yu Yuan remained indifferent, quietly sitting in his seat and watching the commotion unfold.
He harbored a slight expectation in his heart.
He had worked hard to beco stronger, had diligently sought Hongng Purple Qi... All of it, to gain enough strength to change a miserable fate, in order to protect those he valued.
And right now, he was using his own strength to alter Long Ji's destiny, helping her to publicly reveal the shadowy figure attempting to control her fate.
Although Fu Yuan Immortal was an old Daluo Golden Immortal, he was nothing more than ordinary in front of Yu Yuan.
Under the Tianyuan Hamr, all beings are equal.
Whether you are Daluo or Taiyi, you're basically hurt on contact, dood on impact.
Next, it was ti for Fu Yuan Immortal, this old thing, to pay the price for his actions!
"Co with to the Heavenly Court, to explain yourself before the Heavenly Emperor!"
While the Immortal Gods were still engaged in loud discussions, Long Ji already held the Tianyuan Hamr and commanded with a heavy voice.
Having just dealt a heavy blow to Fu Yuan Immortal, she was full of confidence and imdiately summoned the Mist Dew Qiankun Net and the Dragon-binding Rope—two treasures—to capture Fu Yuan Immortal and bring him back to the Heavenly Court.
These two treasures were conveniently obtained from the Heavenly Emperor and Jinmu of Yaoshi.
The forr had the power to imprison the Primordial Spirit, while the latter had the ability to constrain the physical body.
Once caught by these two treasures, even a Daluo Golden Immortal couldn't escape for a short period of ti.
Seeing the two powerful spiritual treasures descending upon him, Fu Yuan Immortal's face suddenly changed color. He hurriedly summoned his Indestructible Inkstone to fend them off and turned to flee.
However, Long Ji was well-prepared, leveraging the power of the Chaos Bell to suddenly close in on Fu Yuan Immortal and swung the Tianyuan Hamr down, smashing the Indestructible Inkstone into debris.
Without the protection of the spiritual treasure, Fu Yuan Immortal was quickly wrapped tightly in the Dragon-binding Rope and the Mist Dew Qiankun Net; his Primordial Spirit was restricted, sealing off all his mana like a re mortal.
At that mont, the sky suddenly beca wrapped in rosy clouds, and prismatic light brightened the entire heavenly vault as if a mysterious rainbow bridge spanned the sky.
From the depths of the heavenly curtain, a vast beam of light pierced through Yun Xiao, like a divine light descending from heaven.
"Nuwa has arrived!"
A voice, tinged with nervousness and excitent, sounded in the palace.
All the Immortal Gods widened their eyes. Zhen Yuanzi, The Queen Mother of the West, and other great powers who had been seated on their cushions, all stood up in respectful greeting.
Two maids in gorgeous colorful dresses led the way, ushering a woman in a precious blue immortal robe with a lotus aureole on her head, slowly appearing in the sky.
Her long hair fell like a waterfall down her back, her skin was as delicately fair as jade, her features beautiful, and her figure graceful.
Behind her, purple qi was steaming, and auspicious clouds surrounded her.
Blooms of golden lotuses erged from the earth, and ribbons of fortunate colors danced in the sky.
No introduction was necessary; every Immortal God had a realization in their heart—this gracious and elegant woman was the rit Saint of the Heavenly Dao, Nuwa!
A giant dragon with wings on its back ascended into the sky, its body splendid with various hues, its dragon scales gradually emitted a purple-gold light, like a starry river pouring down, exceptionally magnificent.
The dragon's head held high, its roar shook Heaven and Earth, causing many Immortal Gods to feel their hearts palpitate.
Yu Yuan found it sowhat noisy. His gaze briefly swept over the giant dragon, and he couldn't help but internally remark: Ying Long's true form does look pretty handso indeed and would make quite a suitable mount...
Ahem!
He shouldn't let his thoughts wander; doing so might offend the Human Emperor.
His peaceful days at the Fire Cloud Palace had left him with a very favorable impression of the Three Saint Emperors.
He stood up, cleared his mind of distractions, and, like other Immortal Gods, respectfully greeted Nuwa's arrival.
Soon, Nuwa arrived treading the air, and wherever she went, Heaven and Earth fluctuated, and life burgeoned. All the Immortal Gods felt a refreshing breeze, instantaneously relaxed, and reverence for Nuwa naturally welled up inside them.
Nuwa was regarded as the first of the rit Saints of the Heavenly Dao, her rits in creating humanity and repairing the sky were boundless.
Although she had distanced herself from the Primordial world following the Witch Demon Calamity, creating the realm of Taixu Heaven in the Outer Heaven Chaos and no longer dealing with the matters of Primordial Heaven and Earth, many offerings were still given to her throughout the Three Realms.
"Greetings to Nuwa!"
All the Immortal Gods bowed in unison.
Even Zhen Yuanzi, The Queen Mother of the West, and other top powers did not dare slack off in the least, their faces filled with reverence.
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