My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

The stupid girl had never heard of this thing, shaking her head repeatedly; in fact, let alone her, even those Taoist priests in precept practice had only vaguely heard of it.

"The First Heavenly Master, Zhang Daoling, received the Way of Manifest Divine Authority from the Supreme Elder, commanded to abolish the 'Six Heavens,' eliminating the old breath of Six Heavens."

The Holy Emperor's voice was slightly cold,

"Taixiao, Shennong, Xuanyuan, Shaohao, Zhu Xiu, and... Emperor Haotian, these are what they call the old breath of Six Heavens."

"Nuwa, Zhurong, Fu Xi, these are the ghosts and gods they refer to."

"That being the case, what mountain is being faught against and which temple is being destroyed with this so-called attack?"

......…

Chen Yi finally understood what was truly before him.

A single sword stroke was made.

Unpredictable as yin and yang, called divine, beyond naming of the people, called divine.

Simply put, it was a divine being that had been suppressed by Dragon and Tiger Mountain for millennia, unable to be obliterated...

When he opened his eyes again, his face was covered in cold sweat.

He turned his head and looked up, seeing that the Daoists from Dragon Tiger Mountain remained where they were, each forming an array formation, pale-faced, wary of unknown dangers lurking.

However, the danger was not in them, but in Chen Yi's hand; more accurately, it was between the Heart Lake.

That speck of light and shadow dashed everywhere, roaring fiercely, but Sword Intent stirred up in Heart Lake like a collapsing heaven and earth forming a prison, trapping it within.

Without the Tai Sha Sword in hand, Chen Yi found it difficult to eliminate it; he could only trap it in the Sword Intent World.

After regaining his composure, Chen Yi took a deep breath,

and by his ear came the stunned muttering of the Old Saintess: "It's this thing… this is the oldest divine being…"

"…Do you recognize it?"

"They have no definite name, no form, nor sound; ancient people communicated with them mostly through rituals to invite divine blessings, and they are what we call the 'Heavenly Spirits.'"

Chen Yi was slightly dazed, then said: "Heavenly Spirits? So they are…"

"Ancestor Gods, it's said that after the ancient monarchs died, they became spirits in heaven, residing in the Imperial Court, accompanying God." With the Old Saintess's words falling, Chen Yi's thoughts gradually sank.

He had long suspected the depths of this tower were anything but ordinary; nevertheless, being attacked by such ancient divine beings was truly unexpected.

The Ancestor Gods here seemed to harbor intense resentment toward Taoists, especially those from Dragon Tiger Mountain; fortunately, these Taoists were leading the way, attracting animosity; otherwise, it might have been him to fall victim first.

Speaking of which, it's no wonder Qing Yuan was thoughtful earlier; she must have sensed the presence of these divine beings.

Chen Yi exhaled, having figured out the origins of these divine beings, decided to remind Qing Yuan, and also those Dragon Tiger Mountain Daoists, lest they perish in vain; and perhaps Zhao Tong had some spell to oppose divine beings.

However, it's not the time to reveal oneself, otherwise, he might be mistaken as the culprit, unable to justify himself.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced sideways, and saw Donggong Ruoshu just turning her head.

She took a while to regain her senses, "…Are you okay?"

"No harm, the real question should be mine." Chen Yi recalled the Ancestor God heading toward the East Palace, smiling inconspicuously: "As long as you're not hurt."

Yin Weiyin met his gaze, stared for a moment, then averted her eyes.

A surge of warmth rose to her face, surprisingly a feeling of shame.

This time he was a hero saving beauty; by rights, she should have stars in her eyes, but once their eyes interlocked, a sudden unbearable feeling arose, and her cheeks slightly flushed.

Luckily, she didn't have to look at him. It's merely hero saving beauty, nothing special; she was well-experienced, having been saved by him many times.

The thought passed, making her feel peculiar, always seeming like being saved as Yin Weiyin was different this time… Only fools trouble themselves in the world, thinking of this, Yin Weiyin stopped her thoughts, silently reciting the Supreme Forget Emotion Technique.

Chen Yi gathered the look in his eyes and observed her expression, which was quite natural, revealing no flaw; however, not even a single "thank you" was heard, unclear if it counted as odd.

Considering their acquaintance, though having the title of a couple, they shouldn't be too familiar.

Not much worthy of attention, perhaps she was scared stiff, not reacting at all.

Elsewhere, the scene returned to calmness; no one fell again, Daoists still felt lingering fear, their eyes fraught with doubt, yet didn't retract their sword techniques, nor dared to move a step.

Like a shroud of gloom over everyone's hearts, an invisible, untouchable frightening presence followed like a venomous snake in the woods chasing after everyone.

After an unknown period, Zhao Tong hesitated, then first withdrew the sword technique, paused a moment, seeing no signs of aberration, he stepped forward.

No incidents.

Though Zhao Tong still dared not relax a breath, confirming no anomalies around, he wiped the cold sweat from his wrist.

Seeing this, everyone's nerves remained tense, glancing with uncertainty at the restored serene ruins, one person voiced out: "Friend Zhao Tong, what happened here?"

Everyone anticipated danger accompanying this journey; otherwise, they wouldn't have been entrusted with such heavy responsibility, but unexpected was the abrupt swiftness of death, those smiling a moment ago fell dead immediately after.

No room for resistance, not half a hint, if they'd known beforehand, none would wade into this muddle.

Zhao Tong surveyed the surroundings, suddenly unsure how to respond, with ruined walls and raging blood inscriptions, countless shattered idols endlessly extending from what the eye could see, all recounting Dragon and Tiger Mountain's most ancient past.