RPAGF Chapter 575: The people’s will!
Chapter 575: The people’s will!
A pink and blue wide-sleeved fairy skirt embroidered with patterns of the twenty-four solar terms caught Su Mohui's sight. The spring swallows and rice ears woven by the essence of the sun and the moon trembled gently with Yao Ji's steps, and with every step she took, a translucent water lotus bloomed where her feet passed.
"I am Yao Ji, in charge of the clouds and rain in the vast expanse of the world." As she spoke, a fine drizzle fell from the clouds, puncturing the bubble of mortal speech. However, before reaching Su Mohui and the others, it transformed into a halo of mechanical light. "Everyone says that I am trapped in the Gaotang dream, but they don't know that I am covered in clouds to protect agriculture and sericulture—"
When her eyes fell on Su Mohui's shoulder, a cloud of auspiciousness with the fragrance of rice flowers floated towards Suiren. "Little girl, the fire pattern on your palm reminds me of the sparks that splashed down on the earth when Suiren drilled wood."
Although he was talking to Su Mohui, Suiren could clearly feel that the pattern of the fire in his hand had become clearer.
As Yao Ji finished speaking, the cloud figure that Xiao Xinhua had casually pinched turned into a handful of yellow earth. When it disappeared among the clouds, it also brought up a lot of bubbles.
"A human body with a snake tail, she must be a demon!", "Monster!" "...What's the use of being so powerful? She's still Fuxi's wife." "......"
In an instant, loess fell to the earth along the cracks between the sky, the immortal world and the human world, and a deep roar came from the depths of the earth. A dazzling red light emerged from the earth, mountains, and rivers, and condensed into the figure of Nuwa above the clouds.
The nine-colored skirt is crocheted with flowing galaxies, and the snake tail scales under the skirt are shining with a jade-like luster. When you look closely, you will find that each scale is engraved with the totem of the ancient witch clan's creation of humans.
She touched the crack in the clouds with her slender hand, and a handful of yellow soil and clear spring water suddenly appeared in the clouds, condensing into the prototype of a little man in the air.
When the scene of shaping humans out of clay reappeared, the bubbles collapsed one by one.
"The heaven and earth are my furnace, and I am my craftsman." Nuwa's voice was gentle, but the strength in her hands showed her dexterity. When the little man took shape, bits of golden light floated in the red light behind her, which was the embodiment of the world's faith in the God of Creation.
"Fuxi is my brother, not my husband. People always like to put shackles on gods, but they don't know that my divine power comes from the independent and free common people." As she stood up, her snake tail swayed gently, and the red light behind her turned into thousands of silk threads, neatly combing the faith veins of the Xinhua world -
"The hearts of the people in this world are as clear as a mirror, reflecting what a god should be like."
[Nuwa: also known as Wahuang, the Great Mother Goddess, known as the "Goddess of Creation" and "Mother of the Earth" by the world, the pioneer of Chinese civilization and an ancient deity]
Su Mohui stared in amazement as the figures of the two goddesses overlapped and finally turned into substance. She was so shocked that even the system prompt sound in her sea of consciousness seemed less real.
It was not until Yao Ji squatted down, her fairy skirt passed through the bulging clouds, and she used her fingertips to pinch back the cloud man that Xiao Xinhua had created, which had turned into flying smoke, that Su Mohui suddenly came back to his senses.
Because she saw that the cloud person at Yao Ji's fingertips suddenly had eyebrows and eyes, and in an instant, it turned into a pink and blue butterfly. On its fluttering wings, there was also the seal script of "good weather and good harvest" written by her with divine power.
Su Mohui looked at the scene in front of her, her pupils dilated, and she subconsciously muttered in her mind: "Is this considered a card draw? System, please don't deduct my Jadeite!"
[Hehe... Host, don't worry~ This time it doesn't count! This time it's what the people of Xinhua are willing to do! A matriarchal society + belief in gender equality will directly awaken the goddess——]
The two goddesses came over one after another, and when their eyes met, there was joy in their eyes.
Before Su Mohui could ask more, Nuwa spoke first: "I have recently sensed the inexplicable deaths of many creatures in many places, and I also know that Fuxi has returned to his throne. This world has pure faith, so I plan to leave the throne in this world and go out to inspect the chaos in the world."
Yao Ji's eyes were gentle yet heroic. "This world is governed by the Small Heavenly Dao. I also plan to seal the throne and use the power of clouds and rain to cleanse the contamination of the other worlds."
"Little Heavenly Dao, are you willing to bestow the Purple Heavenly Thunder Tribulation upon our Divine Throne?" Yao Ji squatted down, her eyes level with Xiao Xinhua's, and said gently, "So that we won't be contaminated by those powers when we go out in the future."
Little Xinhua looked up at the two goddesses and nodded blankly, "So it really is the goddess sister... I will immediately grant your throne a purple thunder tribulation and seal the power of faith!"
Nuwa smiled and nodded in thanks to Xiao Xinhua. As she raised her hand, rays of red light emanated from the earth. Under her hand, these rays split into three streams, falling into the heavens, the immortals, and the human realms, respectively, where twelve suspended temples arose.
When the temples of heaven were suspended in the clouds, the outer walls of each temple were engraved with totems of different matriarchal clans.
The frog pattern of the Hongshan Goddess, the bird pattern of the Liangzhu ancestors, the fish pattern of the Banpo tribe... In all the totems, bits of golden light are emerging, which is the embodiment of the power of faith in the Xinhua world.
"This is a temple condensed according to the memories of matriarchal clans in various places." Nuwa took half a step and when she raised her hand, she had already touched the nearest temple. The frog pattern seemed to suddenly come alive, puffed up its belly, and instantly caused a lot of sweet rain to drip from the clouds under the temple.
Her serpent tail swayed gently with the surging clouds. The red light overflowing from her fingertips soared into the sky, condensing into the runes of creation on the spire of the temple: "These totems will become lights that illuminate the darkness."
Little Xinhua stared at the Hanging Temple with curiosity and blinked, then suddenly reached out and poked the nearest fish-patterned totem. The totem instantly turned into a swimming fish and dived into the clouds, causing a rain of fine golden light.
The three ancestors laughed when they saw this scene, and raised their hands to catch a few golden lights. Especially in Wu Zetian's hand, the fire pattern of equality between men and women was even more dazzling than before.
A moment later, on Xiao Tiandao's side, purple thunder struck down, falling above the clouds.
On the other side, Suirenshi, King Qin, and Wu Zetian, the three ancestors, took Su Mohui in hand and asked about her well-being. Thousands of words finally turned into one sentence: "Be careful and return safely."
After watching Yao Ji and Nuwa leave on the clouds, Su Mohui touched Xiao Xinhua's head for the last time, turned around, tore open the space crack, and strode away.
The battle in the Nine Heavens is waiting for her to intervene with the power of the Netherworld.
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When the morning light from the ninth heaven spread over the top of Kunlun Mountain, the Yuquan Pool at the foot of the mountain suddenly began to boil.
When the first ray of black light seeped out from the bottom of the pool, it quickly spread out like ink dripping into milk, but in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a huge black pillar that shot straight into the sky.
The mortals who were enjoying a peaceful morning prayer at the foot of Kunlun Mountain were attracted by the noise. When they looked up in panic, they saw that the sunrise over Tianshan Mountain was gradually enveloped by the black fog, leaving only a few scattered rays of sunlight falling to the earth.
Before the mortals, a high altar stood. The false god, Ji Ying Tiaodong, was encased in a puppet god and a puppet fairy child. The white robe of gold thread he wore to maintain his appearance fluttered in the sudden chill wind.
He raised his hand and pressed the radiant cross pendant that was silently beating on his chest, but forced a false, compassionate smile on his face: "Everyone... Don't worry, this is a sign of fluctuations in the fortunes of heaven and earth. I will go and investigate..."
Before he finished speaking, he crushed the concealment talisman that the Lord of Light had given her in his sleeve, turned into a shadow, and slipped into a crack.
When the spell took effect, he could clearly hear his own heartbeat, which was now making a rhythmic "boom" in his ear canal.