As the purple lightning struck the cannons, the reflection of the exploding firelight danced in Luo Daoqing’s pupils.
His smile gradually froze, replaced by an expression that had never appeared on his face before.
Confusion.
Pure, blank confusion, as if he didn't know how to react.
Meanwhile, the formation of the two thousand soldiers behind him had already collapsed into chaos.
One by one, they fell to their knees. But they were not kneeling toward Luo Daoqing; they were kneeling toward the sky, toward the place where the purple lightning had descended, prostrating themselves and trembling all over.
Among immortals and deities, the deity stands above the immortal. Deities are supreme, while immortals follow.
Even if the State Preceptor truly were an immortal reincarnate, he would still be a rank lower than the Divine Lady of Xindu City.
It was obvious to whom they should kowtow.
Cries for mercy rose from all sides, every word stabbing into Luo Daoqing’s eardrums like a needle.
“Divine Lady, please appease your anger...”
“Divine Lady, this has nothing to do with me! The State Preceptor forced me to come!”
“Divine Lady, please see the truth! I was also deceived by this evil Daoist. He was the one who coerced me into destroying the Divine Lady Temple...”
“We beg the Divine Lady for mercy! Spare our lives!”
Those followers who had been prostrating at his feet just moments ago, chanting “Immortal,” were now kowtowing like they were pounding garlic. They sold him out without the slightest hesitation, using him as their token of surrender.
The followers he had fed and cared for over the past year revealed their true nature at this very moment.
When disaster strikes, it’s every man for himself.
They were nothing like the city guards of Xindu, who charged forward without retreat even when facing cannons.
Luo Daoqing suddenly found it somewhat laughable.
He thought that by using modern products and pretending to be an immortal, he could manipulate the hearts of men and remain invincible.
In the end, he hadn't even begun to understand the human heart.
A complete and utter defeat.
“You, from the future—you destroyed my temple, harmed my followers, and disrupted the karma of the mortal realm. How do you plead?”
A faint, celestial voice fell clearly into everyone’s ears.
Luo Daoqing’s entire body shuddered.
Coming to his senses, he looked around wildly, trying to find out who was playing God behind the scenes.
However, there was nothing around him except for the few cannons that had been struck into scrap metal by lightning, still emitting wisps of blue smoke. It proved that everything that had just happened was not a hallucination.
Could there really be a deity in this world?
No, transmigration could be explained by quantum mechanics, but how could the existence of a deity be explained?
How could there be a deity in this world?
Before he could figure it out.
A scene that shattered his entire worldview appeared before his eyes without warning.
First, a layer of rosy light dawned on the horizon. It wasn't the golden-red of a sunrise, but a shimmering white light akin to moonlight.
The halo spread bit by bit, as if someone were pushing open a door above the clouds.
The fragrance arrived first. It was a scent that no mortal perfume could compare to, refreshing and soul-cleansing.
Within ten miles, the smoke of gunpowder was swept away by this fragrance, and even the scorched earth seemed to pulse with a hint of vitality.
Then came the petals.
Flower petals of unknown origin drifted down in a grand display, each one as fresh and intact as if newly plucked, shimmering with the luster of dew.
It was like a magnificent rain of flowers.
Meanwhile, flecks of golden light fell from the sky, landing on the wounded Shen Jue and the city guards.
Before long.
A floral carriage emerged from the thickest part of the flower rain.
Wisteria served as the shafts, with vines twisting and intertwining. Every leaf had distinct veins, perfect beyond reproach.
Petals formed the wheels, alternating between pink and white, flowing with a pearl-like luster. As they turned, they scattered fragments of light upon the ground.
Famous flowers of the four seasons were woven into a canopy hanging over the carriage, intricate yet not cluttered, brilliant yet not gaudy.
A subtle fragrance diffused, detectable from ten miles away.
The entire floral carriage slowly descended. Wherever it passed, petals automatically laid out a path beneath it.
This was a scene that simply could not exist in the mortal world!
Luo Daoqing looked up, his eyes widening involuntarily. His brain was so overwhelmed by information that it nearly short-circuited.
What? There really is a deity in this world?
What happened to the transmigrated woman he expected?
Or was he having a dream inside a sci-fi movie?
He felt like his brain was about to turn into mush.
On the scorched earth, Shen Jue was covered in blood. He stared at the descending floral carriage, his chest heaving violently.
“Divine Lady...” he murmured to himself.
When he charged out of the city gates, he had dared to hope that if he died fighting to protect the Divine Lady, She might remember him.
With that thought in mind.
He had practically cast aside all concern for life and death.
As for the Divine Lady descending to the world, he never dared to imagine it.
That was the Divine Lady. With so many followers, how could She possibly pay attention to their lives and fates at every moment?
Standing on the city wall, Pei Du stared blankly at the floral carriage in the sky. He reached out and caught a falling petal.
How could one not have faith in a deity who showed such favor to mortals?
The city guards looked up at the floral carriage, unable to stop their eyes from reddening. Tears fell silently to the ground.
Nothing was more soul-stirring or exciting than receiving a response from a deity!
The moment they saw the Divine Lady descend, they felt as though the wounds on their bodies didn't even hurt anymore.
【Luo Daoqing Shock Value +100】
【Shen Jue Shock Value +100】
【Pei Du Shock Value +100】
【...】
【Current Shock Value: 188,000】
Yun Shu watched the Shock Value she had just earned back, the corners of her lips curling into a slight, subtle arc.
Spending 60,000 Shock Value just now to upgrade the Floating Dream Set to Level 2 had really made her heart ache.
However, there was a reason it was expensive.
The healing effect was beyond words.
After using the healing skill of the Orchid of the Blue Void to save the lives of those city guards, she quickly swapped into the Peerless National Beauty Set inside the carriage.
The only thing she didn't change was the hair component of the Peerless National Beauty Set.
She had another use for that hair.
The system spoke up from the side to remind her.
“Host, the healing skill of the Orchid of the Blue Void will take another three minutes to fully take effect. It’s time for your entrance.”
Yun Shu gave a soft response.
Then, she put on the final component, the Trailing Flowing Clouds.
Outside the floral carriage, the clouds suddenly churned.
Above the firmament, the clouds that had previously drawn back rolled to the sides again, revealing a broad celestial path.
A clear, melodious phoenix cry echoed from beyond the Ninth Heaven.
The next second, a phoenix emerged from the clouds.
Its wings covered a small portion of the sky, its beak held a blooming flower branch, and its tail trailed a seven-colored rainbow light. It extended from the clouds all the way to the ground, building a bridge made of light and flowers between heaven and earth.
No one dared to even breathe too loudly.
The Divine Lady stepped out of the floral carriage. Her toes lightly tapped the celestial path paved with petals. With every step She took, a golden-pink lotus bloomed beneath Her feet.
The Divine Lady wore a pale pink flowing immortal dress with wide sleeves.
The body of the dress was embroidered with intricate and delicate floral patterns, with shimmering light appearing and disappearing with Her movements.
The layered and staggered hem was embroidered with silver thread in exquisite patterns, and Her white silk shawl moved with the wind, ethereal and agile.
Her hair was swept up into a high bun, adorned with a magnificent phoenix-shaped crown decorated with fresh flowers and beaded tassels. Silver chains of pearls hung by Her forehead and temples, making Her look soft, radiant, and full of grace.
She held a single lotus flower in Her hand.
The petals of that lotus were layered like a double stage, each petal so thin that light could pass through it. The stem was long and slender, as green as jade.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Divine Lady walked down from the heavens. Her bare feet stepped onto the scorched earth, yet remained untainted by a single speck of dust.
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