200: Remodeling

"Has everything been arranged properly?" Dijun asked with concern.

Since the ten Little Golden Crows triggered the response of the Sun Star's Origin last time, they had suffered a significant backlash.

Dijun was looking for a place to settle them.

Finally, Taiyi suggested settling them in a place called Tang Valley near the East Sea.

"Don't worry, Big Brother. I personally inspected Tang Valley, and my ten nephews like it very much. It's the perfect place for them."

Dijun nodded. Although he didn't know when Taiyi had learned of such a place, he did not doubt his words.

Taiyi saw that there was no one around, only the two brothers.

He whispered, "Big Brother, I have a plan."

Dijun was also surprised to hear this. "You have a plan too!"

He knew his younger brother best.

In terms of Cultivation and combat, he had to admit he was inferior.

But when it came to strategy, it wasn't just that he wasn't good at it; he was completely clueless.

Any plan coming from his mouth was very likely a bad idea.

Seeing his disbelief, Taiyi complained, "How can you look down on me like that, Big Brother?"

"Usually, with you around, there's no need for me to come up with schemes."

"Now that you're deep in thought, it's exactly the right time for me to play my part."

Dijun smiled. "Then please, Second Brother, enlighten me!"

Taiyi didn't beat around the bush. "During this trip to the East Sea, I accidentally discovered that the Human Race created by the Saint Nuwa might have great value..."

Taiyi explained his plan.

The Ancestral Witches and the Wu Race relied on their powerful Physical Bodies and their fearless fighting spirit.

Their stubborn, reckless nature couldn't be changed.

But if there were a way to break through the Physical Bodies of the Ancestral Witches, the Wu Race's combat power would undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

What Taiyi said was that the essence blood of the Human Race had a miraculous effect on breaking through the Physical Bodies of the Ancestral Witches.

"If we can obtain a certain amount of Human Race essence blood to refine divine weapons, we will no longer fear the Wu Race!"

Taiyi spoke vividly, and Dijun exclaimed repeatedly as he listened.

"How did you find out about this, and how do you know if it's true?"

Taiyi thought for a moment but couldn't give a clear explanation.

The Karma connections involved seemed to have been scrambled.

Dijun pondered for a long time, still hesitating.

"The Human Race was created by the Saint Nuwa, and her elder brother is our Yao Race's Xi Emperor. It's one thing if we don't protect them, but if we use them to sacrifice for swords..."

Taiyi didn't care about all that. "Big Brother, don't hesitate any longer. As far as I know, after the Saint Nuwa established her Dao arena in Chaos, she has rarely manifested among the Human Race and pays very little attention to them."

"And the Xi Emperor is currently not with our race."

"Besides, even if the Xi Emperor were here, what could he..."

"Let me think about it!" Dijun raised his hand to interrupt him.

He still felt there were other involvements in this matter... Immortal Volcano.

Inside the qiankun cauldron, the furnace fire rose, and seven-colored rays of light flowed endlessly. Countless spiritual essences of heaven and earth turned into strands of essence, merging into the three clouds within the cauldron.

Yuan Feng tapped her fingertip lightly, and the True Intent of Nirvana gently refined the Origin of the Sanxiao, helping them remold their Foundation.

This process had been going on for some time.

With a soft hum, the three clouds gradually transformed into Dao bodies.

Yun Xiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao woke up one after another, their bodies glowing with immortal light, purer than before.

"Are we... still alive?" Yun Xiao opened her eyes and looked around blankly.

"Not only are we alive, but our Origin has also been restored," Qiongxiao felt the surging magic power within her and said in surprise.

"Did Senior save us?" Bixiao's gaze fell on Yuan Feng, her eyes full of gratitude.

Yuan Feng smiled slightly. "You three sisters encountered a great calamity and your Origin was damaged. I only did it in passing."

Yun Xiao shook her head and said solemnly, "The grace of Senior's recreation cannot be downplayed by the words 'in passing.' If not for your intervention, we sisters would have likely dissipated between heaven and earth long ago."

Qiongxiao nodded in agreement. "Indeed, that Yin-Yang Flood Dragon was terrifyingly powerful. If not for Senior's rescue, we might not have even kept our true spirits."

Bixiao also stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Senior's great kindness is beyond repayment. We are willing to follow you and serve you!"

Although being handmaidens was somewhat of a waste of their talents.

But for the grace of saving their lives and the kindness of remolding them, they had no other way to repay her.

Yuan Feng nodded. "From now on, you shall stay."

The three of them said in unison, "Greetings, Daoist Venerable!"

Then they went to Qing Wu and said respectfully, "Greetings, Daoist Venerable."

At first, Qing Wu was also considering whether to let the Sanxiao deviate from their original path of destiny.

They were supposed to join Tongtian's Jie Sect and become its top outer Disciples.

In the end, they were entangled by the sect's fate and fell into the tribulation.

They even dared to attack a Saint, and the result was predictable.

The fate of the three sisters was beyond miserable.

But he noticed that the Sanxiao sisters seemed to have a certain affinity for Yuan Feng.

This was perhaps their destiny together.

Qing Wu also nodded, then took out a pair of scissors surrounded by Yin and Yang Qi, possessing great killing power.

It was the golden dragon scissors refined from that Yin-Yang Flood Dragon.

"I give this to you for self-defense."

The three of them took the treasure and thanked him together.

Having just woken up, they seemed to have forgotten the existence of a certain young Cultivator.

With the Sanxiao entering the Immortal Volcano, they should not easily fall into the tribulation again.

But the golden dragon scissors were ultimately items destined for them, so they should be given to them.

Thinking of this, Qing Wu couldn't help but covet the Primordial Golden Dipper and the dragon binding rope in Tongtian's hands.

If there was a chance, he could try to trick him into giving them up... The clouds and mist shimmered and steamed.

The arrival of the Sanxiao added more color to the Immortal Volcano.

A cloud drifted by, and Qiongxiao transformed into her original form, trailing a seven-colored halo.

She performed the Immortal-grade Minor Cloud and Rain Technique, enveloping the Immortal Volcano in a vast mist.

Many Spiritual Roots were nourished by this, sprouting new buds. Spiritual Qi steamed upwards, creating a scene like the mist rising over the Yunmeng Marsh.

Bixiao held a pair of golden scissors, trimming those Spiritual Roots.

The old branches of many top-grade Spiritual Roots were extremely tough, and they couldn't handle them themselves.

But under these golden scissors, they could be successfully trimmed into the desired shapes.

Yun Xiao attended to Qing Wu and Yuan Feng, touring various parts of the Immortal Volcano with them.

Seeing that the two rarely spoke but often held hands, Yun Xiao couldn't help but smile.

The relationship between the two Daoist Venerables had already reached a certain Realm.

It could not be explained by words, nor changed by circumstances.

Their Great Daos merged, complementing and generating each other.

In a daze, she seemed to awaken some ancient memories.

In her memories, a young Cultivator had always stood in front of them, protecting their Dao.

And with the passage of time,

the figure of that young Cultivator gradually became clear in her mind.

As for who it was, she still couldn't remember...