Chapter 422: A Heavy Blow
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Nan Zhi Yi struggled to move her eyes.
Her entire body was paralyzed, the only sound being the howling wind and the roaring flames of the heavenly fire.
Her eyes ached, her cheeks burned, her scalp throbbed, her limbs screamed in agony—every inch of her body, even her very soul, was consumed by unbearable pain.
Blood trickled from her eyes as she strained to look towards Lu Chao Chao.
At that moment, Lu Chao Chao, her hands greasy with oil, was happily gnawing on the sacrificial roasted chicken, her cheeks puffed out like a little squirrel.
Standing behind her was the Black Dragon, wearing a floral-patterned jacket, standing reverently in her shadow.
Scenes she had once ignored now resurfaced with chilling clarity.
She could summon the gods.
She alone had slaughtered the entire Su family.
She had emerged unscathed from the Grievous Prison, and the Black Dragon had long since acknowledged her as its master.
It was her—it was her all along! She was the Black Dragon’s true master!
No wonder… no wonder…
She had fused with the Divine Bone, yet every time she encountered Lu Chao Chao, her blood would boil, her body would burn, tormenting her beyond reason.
The Divine Bone, already integrated, always seemed as though it wanted to escape from her.
So this was why…
So this was why…
She was the true Goddess. She was the real Goddess!
Her mother had dared to dream of wiping out her entire family? Hah! How laughable…
Blood tears rolled down her face as she let out a crazed, unbridled laugh.
Retribution. They would face their retribution!
Every single one of them would face retribution!
Her heartless grandfather, her ruthless grandmother, and even her beloved mother—none of them would escape!
The cycle of the heavens turns—your retribution is Lu Chao Chao!
“Ha… ha… ha…” She had dared to impersonate a god and had already been punished.
But as for the rest of you, you will soon long for death.
Her throat had been seared beyond repair, unable to utter a single word. She could only stare maniacally at her mother.
[Do you feel death coming for you?]
Nan Feng Yu dared not meet her daughter’s gaze.
She trembled uncontrollably, yet she dared not look her daughter in the eyes.
The charred, blackened body before her glared with bloodied eyes.
Perhaps, she was no longer human at all.
Though her body had perished, her soul remained trapped, forced to endure the unrelenting heavenly fire and lightning tribulations.
The Divine Bone inside her kept her bound, preventing escape, forcing her to watch as she crumbled away, inch by inch…
Even as she faded, she could still sense the lingering power of the Divine Bone.
It still existed.
“You still say she wasn’t an Evil God? No human can survive both Heavenly Fire and Lightning Tribulation!”
Han Chuan stood before the celestial soldiers, watching coldly as she slowly disintegrated. Seeing the divine light coursing through her bones, a fierce glint flickered in his eyes.
The old emperor collapsed to the ground, powerless. The empress, wide-eyed and hollow, stood frozen before the sight.
The ground beneath them was stained with urine and water.
“Yi’er… Yi’er…”
The empress murmured, her mind in a daze.
Before her, the granddaughter she had been so proud of had been burned to ashes. Such a grand figure, now reduced to a fist-sized ember, still flickering with flames.
Seeing the remains, Han Chuan ordered, “Stand guard here until the Evil God is completely erased.”
With that, he turned and left.
The gods gradually withdrew.
No one paid any attention to the little glutton devouring the offerings beneath the altar.
Or rather, perhaps they noticed.
For the gods, nothing was truly hidden from their sight.
But none of them cared.
To them, mortals were ants, and she was merely a child among ants.
Nan Feng Yu gazed absentmindedly at the light lingering in the air. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Yi’er… I’m sorry…”
Her own daughter had burned alive before her, her gaze filled with both despair and hatred—each glance a needle stabbing deep into her heart.
Nan Mu Bai could no longer scream. His voice had been lost to his grief, his hands clutching desperately at the National Advisor’s robes.
“National Advisor, National Advisor, save her—please, save her…!”
The National Advisor had already retreated into the shadows the moment the gods arrived.
“Your Highness, no one can stand against the gods.” Even he was unsettled—what had she done to invoke the wrath of all the gods?
The floating fire burned endlessly.
Lu Chao Chao, mid-bite, suddenly looked up.
A small head popped out from beneath the altar, her little pigtails slightly askew as she gazed upwards.
“Dog thing, why are you here?” she muttered.
No one noticed as an unseen force wrapped around the nearly transparent Divine Bone within the flames, making it vanish without a trace.
A small divine spirit standing watch rubbed its eyes.
The flames… seemed smaller now.
As expected of the Sword Sovereign Sunshine, the Divine Bone was truly difficult to burn.
“Dog thing, why did you steal my bone? I saw you—I saw you!”
“If you don’t bribe me, I’ll tell everyone…”
Lu Chao Chao faintly heard a weary sigh beside her ear.
Only when the flames fully died down and the gods thoroughly inspected the remains did they finally leave the mortal realm.
The dark clouds dispersed, and sunlight once more bathed the earth.
Yet, every soul present felt only an unshakable chill.
On the high platform, beneath the high platform—retching sounds rose one after another.
To watch a living person burn into a charred husk before their eyes—none could hold back their nausea.
“Goddess…”
Someone choked out the word before quickly silencing themselves, eyes darting in fear, unwilling to utter it again.
Goddess?
She had been personally condemned as an Evil God by the heavens and the gods themselves—who would dare to call her a goddess now?
All trembled.
“I refuse to believe it… The Goddess saved our entire village—she was our savior!”
“I refuse to accept it! She rescued the people from disaster—how could she not be a god?!”
Faith crumbled, and the once-reverent villagers fell into madness.
She had truly saved them.
“Our village had 890 people—when the fierce beasts attacked, only 300 survived. The Goddess saved us!”
“Our village had 432 people—when the floods struck, only 108 remained. The Goddess saved us!”
“Our village had 1,300 people…”
“Our village had 263 people…”
One by one, they recounted their suffering, their gratitude, their unwavering belief.
The crowd grew restless.
But the old emperor was powerless to stop it. After such a blow, he was barely holding on.
Valley Master Jiang tried twice to support him, but the emperor had lost all strength, barely able to stand.
He pointed at Nan Feng Yu, his hand rising and falling weakly.
“You… you…”
His gaze was icy.
“Evil God… this Evil God you raised!”
His breath was ragged.
“This—this is the daughter you raised!!”
The anticipated divine ascension had turned into a public execution!
The emperor tasted blood.
He could not endure such a blow.
Nan Feng Yu collapsed onto the ground, her body trembling as she tried to rise—
Only for the Prince Consort to stab a blade into her abdomen.
His eyes burned with fury as he roared, “Why? Why didn’t you save Yi’er?! You venomous woman!!”