The continuous drizzle suddenly turned into a death storm.
The old Daoist and the Southern Chu prince shouted in unison.
The two sides that had been fighting to the death to kill each other now joined hands to block the terrifying rain in front of them.
Although they blocked the death rain falling from the sky, the people from the Green Bull Monastery and the Southern Chu dynasty had fallen in droves.
Cheng Shuzhi looked at the old Daoist and King Yuyang in front of him and shook his head helplessly. "Why?"
The two people opposite him had ugly expressions.
The taiji diagram controlled by the old Daoist expanded in the air to block the rain from above.
King Yuyang's Light Brilliance condensed on the huge golden dragon. The dragon's roar rang out incessantly as it charged toward Cheng Shuzhi with raging golden flames.
Cheng Shuzhi looked helpless, but his movements were relaxed.
He still held the umbrella under his armpit with one hand, while his other hand stretched out in front of him.
An invisible wall seemed to appear in the air.
The golden dragon's raging flames struck the wall, but it couldn't break through it.
The raging flames spread in all directions, but they couldn't pass through the invisible wall. Instead, they shot in other directions.
The rain falling from the sky seemed to become denser.
Innumerable dense lines of rain continued to fall.
Although the taiji diagram tried its best, it could only block most of it. Some of the raindrops still pierced through the taiji diagram, breaking through the layers of purple qi and landing on the golden dragon.
The raindrops were like needles, piercing the golden dragon and causing it to howl in pain.
It was already difficult to move forward, and now it was even more powerless and unable to continue.
Cheng Shuzhi was slightly distressed. "You two, I admire your willpower and your strength, but the emperor will arrive soon. It will be difficult for me to report like this."
As he spoke, he retracted his hand and pulled out the umbrella from under his armpit.
When the two people heard that the East Zhou empress was about to arrive, their hearts sank to the bottom.
When they saw Cheng Shuzhi hold the umbrella in his hand and not open it, their expressions changed again.
The old Daoist sighed and shook his head helplessly. "Mister Cheng sends my greetings to the empress."
With that, he retreated. The taiji diagram resisted the rain and left with the disciples of the Green Bull Monastery.
The head of the Green Bull Temple did not come to the Western Qin Dynasty this time.
The disciples of the Green Bull Taoist Temple who had entered the Western Qin's territory were all taking advantage of the fact that the various families had joined forces to attack the Western Qin.
Emperor Chu was in a standoff with Old Sword Immortal and company in Zhengyang City, so it was fine for the people of Green Ox Monastery to exchange blows with the Southern Chu Dynasty.
However, the Empress of Dongzhou might be right in front of them. They really couldn't hold on any longer.
Moreover, even if the Empress didn't come, he and King Yuyang of Southern Chu wouldn't have enough confidence to defeat the second elite of Eastern Zhou, the "Rain Master" Cheng Shu Zhi.
In this world, other than the giants, this middle-aged man who seemed to be suffering from rheumatism was also one of the few top-notch experts.
Although the three people present were of the same realm, and he and Prince Yuyang of Southern Chu were both Elders of the Holy Land, there was still a difference in their cultivation and strength.
Moreover, even if the two of them worked together to win, they would still have to face the Empress of Dongzhou.
Although the people of the Green Ox Monastery were not willing to let the ducks in the pot fly away again, they could only retreat at this moment.
Whether they could turn the situation around depended on whether their monastery master could come out now.
If the Empress of Dongzhou went to the Western Qin, the territory of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty would inevitably be empty.
Although the Eastern Zhou Dynasty should be prepared, there were still loopholes to exploit.
King Yuyang of Southern Chu hesitated for a moment, and the people of the Green Ox Monastery had already retreated, leaving him alone.
The torrential rain falling from the sky instantly turned into a purgatory, locking him in it, leaving him no way out.
Cheng Shu Zhi, who was opposite him, nodded repeatedly. "Taoist Priest, you are so understanding. I can't thank you enough. Now it's much easier."
The oil-paper umbrella in his hand was clamped under his armpit again.
But King Yuyang of Southern Chu couldn't feel happy at all. He only felt the pressure was increasing sharply.
A Southern Chu warrior shouted, "We are also willing to retreat!"
Cheng Shu Zhi sighed. "It's too late."
As if to verify his words, everyone's hearts trembled, and they looked toward the distant horizon.
It was as if there was a small moving mountain that was constantly approaching them.
It was clearly a huge green ox with four flaming hooves. It was dragging a huge ox cart through the mountains and fields.
The ox cart looked simple, but it made all the Southern Chu people present feel suffocated.
The Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the Southern Chu Dynasty had been fighting each other for many years.
They were naturally very familiar with this bullock cart, and they knew what it meant.
"Since the Empress has arrived, I must report back with some harvest. Senior Cheng, please excuse me," Cheng Shu Zhi said and clenched his fist in the air.
The dark rain clouds above suddenly fell.
Along with the heavy rain, continuous thunder sounded and turned into a piece of land.
Countless bolts of lightning fell from the dark clouds, as if replacing the rain, turning into a thunderstorm, bombarding the Southern Chu people, including King Yuyang.
In the face of such a violent attack, the Southern Chu warriors fell in droves.
King Yuyang tried his best to illuminate the whole world, but he could only protect a limited area around him.
Outside the protection of the bright light, he could only watch the outside world turn into a Shuraba filled with thunder and lightning.
Cheng Shu Zhi stretched his aching joints and strode forward through the air. He arrived in front of King Yuyang and reached into the sea of golden fire.
Although the thunderstorm could not extinguish the golden flames, it successfully dispersed the sea of fire, making it easier for Cheng Shu Zhi to advance.
Under the rain clouds, amidst the thunder and lightning, there seemed to be a huge golden dragon roaring in pain, no longer majestic as it tried to flee into the distance.
But under the flickering thunder and lightning, there seemed to be a giant ghostly spirit grasping the golden dragon with both arms, standing tall between heaven and earth in a dragon-capturing posture.
The screams of both sides were earth-shattering, drowning out the continuous thunder and lightning.
The ox cart that was as big as a hill didn't care about this at all. It didn't make a sound and just kept moving forward at its own pace.
The dark rain clouds that covered the sky moved constantly, as if intentionally making way for the ox cart.
The ox cart completely ignored the battle on the side and continued on its own.
After a moment, the thunder that had already fallen to the side behind them stopped.
Then, the black cloud that was drizzling moved quickly and caught up with the moving oxcart.
Cheng Shu Zhi put the oil-paper umbrella under his armpit and sat in front of the ox cart again to drive it.
"It's so slow."
The man in the ox cart said as he peeled the walnuts and threw them into his mouth.
While driving, Cheng Shu Zhi gently beat his shoulder and said with a wry smile, "I'm old. I haven't moved for a long time, and my body is getting rusty."
"If you always think of yourself as an old man, then you are really old." The voice in the ox cart said, "Learn from me. I'm only six years old this year."
Cheng Shu Zhi helplessly rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, Your Majesty, you are always six years old."
The ox cart traveled all the way to Zhengyang City on the land of the Western Qin.
On the way, experts from all walks of life could be seen everywhere. They were fighting for the important places of the Western Qin, and there were victories and defeats.
But no one could stop the ox cart from moving forward.
The closer they got to Zhengyang City, the capital of the Western Qin, the fewer such battles.
When they crossed a certain boundary, all the forces instantly disappeared, and the land of the Western Qin was restored to peace and tranquility. Compared with before, it seemed to be a different world.
But as the ox cart continued to move forward, the atmosphere became oppressive again.
Although there was no scene of a fierce battle, there seemed to be an invisible momentum in the air, which seemed to freeze the whole world.
That might be the reason why no one dared to set foot in this place.
As the ox cart moved forward, a magnificent city appeared on the horizon in the distance.
It was Zhengyang City, the capital of the Western Qin.
Above Zhengyang City, the defensive formation was running silently.
And above the sky, the first thing that came into view was a huge Eight Trigrams diagram, which was even larger than the defensive formation of Zhengyang City.
Above the Eight Trigrams diagram, there was a terrifying sea of blood that covered the sky.
Next to the sea of blood, there was a shining sea of pure gold fire, in which a big golden dragon kept rising and wreaking havoc.
Whether it was the momentum or the scale, it was much larger than that of Prince Yuyang of the Southern Chu.
On the other side, there was a dark golden demon, which seemed to be indomitable, standing alone in the sea of blood, like a giant god holding up the sky.
On the other side of the Eight Trigrams diagram, there was a Milky Way stretching out, and a golden Bodhisattva standing there.
The two sides confronted each other in silence.
Until the ox cart appeared.
From the dark golden demon came the voice of Jiang Yi, the Hierarch of the Ancient God of the Secular World. "Congratulations to the Empress for coming out of closed-door training."
For the side attacking the Western Qin, that was a variable that no one wanted to see.
The person in the carriage came out earlier than everyone had expected.
Now the only uncertain question was whether he had come out of closed-door training ahead of time or had succeeded.
"Hierarch Jiang, you're welcome."
As the voice sounded, a woman came out of the ox cart and stood on the back of the ox.
Compared to Emperor Chu and the Great Emperor of the Western Qin, her attire was relatively simple. Although she still looked graceful and luxurious, it was much simpler than that of Emperor Chu and the Great Emperor of the Western Qin.
It was not the formal clothes of the royal family, but more like the casual clothes in the palace.
She was of medium height, and her eyebrows were picturesque.
She looked younger than her actual age, like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.
But at this moment, no one in Zhengyang City would despise her.
Whether it was the Hierarch of the Ancient God who had just spoken, the famous Blood River Patriarch, or the emperor of the Southern Chu who also ruled the vast world, they were all staring at the girl on the back of the ox cautiously.
The girl came out of the ox cart. Without looking at others, she looked at the Milky Way first and cupped her hands. "Master Yun."
In the Milky Way, the old Sword Immortal smiled. "Ruotong is here."
In the camp of the Western Qin, Mr. Tianji and Abbot Puhui of the Western Heaven were also looking at the girl in silence.
To some extent, she could almost be regarded as the most legendary person in the world, or at least one of the most legendary.
She was the youngest master in the history of the Secular World.
The Empress, Xu Ruotong.
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