29: The two women transformed

The peak of the Immortal Volcano.

The sermon continued; Qing Wu's voice flowed like a clear spring, echoing endlessly.

At this moment, two streaks of light, one azure and one red, flew down and circled Qing Wu several times.

Jin Feng and Qingluan circled Qing Wu curiously, carefully observing everything around them.

But the moment the Dao sound reached their ears, both spiritual birds shuddered simultaneously and instinctively folded their wings, landing behind Qing Wu.

Jin Feng, naturally restless and always breathing fire, had now become unusually quiet.

Its crimson eyes stared unblinkingly at Qing Wu. The Nanmingli Fire dancing around its body fluctuated with the Dao sound, gradually becoming more restrained and pure.

Whenever Qing Wu spoke of the wonders of change, the golden patterns on its wings would brighten, and countless sparks would flow between its feathers.

Qingluan appeared more focused. Its azure-green body leaned forward slightly, every feather trembling gently with the dao rhyme.

The azure light shed by the projection of the Wutong Tree was naturally absorbed by it, forming a perfect cycle within its body.

When Qing Wu explained the principle of the endless life of the Azure Wood, it unconsciously spread its wings, and dao patterns identical to the Wutong leaves appeared on its tail feathers.

"All things carry Yin and embrace Yang, blending Qi to achieve harmony..."

Qing Wu's voice suddenly became ethereal, and the Wutong projection behind him shone brilliantly.

He intentionally directed more dao rhyme toward the two spiritual birds behind him, one azure and one red. The content of the sermon also shifted from broad Dao principles to a method of Transformation more suited to their Origin.

Jin Feng's flames were completely retracted, condensing into crimson-gold patterns on its body.

Qingluan was enveloped by countless projections of green leaves, each carved with mysterious runes.

The aura of both rose steadily, having already achieved a Breakthrough past their shackles to reach the Golden Immortal Realm.

"Now is the time."

Qing Wu flicked his finger, and two drops of three lights divine water merged into the bodies of the two spiritual birds.

Jin Feng let out a clear, long cry. The flames all over its body exploded and then contracted, transforming into a young girl with red hair and golden eyes, the Phoenix fire pattern on her forehead shining brightly.

Qingluan stretched its body within the azure light, turning into a young girl with a green robe and black hair, with a jade hairpin shaped like a Wutong leaf tucked into her hair.

When the sermon ended, the two newly transformed girls immediately knelt before Qing Wu.

"Thank you, Dao Sovereign, for the grace of enlightenment."

Jin Feng's voice was clear, with sincere flames dancing in her eyes. "Without Dao Sovereign's guidance during the sermon, we wouldn't know how much longer it would have taken us to achieve Transformation."

Qingluan performed a solemn, deep bow. "Dao Sovereign helped me complete my Origin with the Qingmu Great Dao. This kindness will never be forgotten."

Qing Wu nodded with a smile. "Now that you have transformed, you should take on responsibility. I leave the order of the Immortal Volcano to the two of you."

Hearing this, Jin Feng and Qingluan glanced at each other and stepped out from behind Qing Wu.

"From now on, we, Jin Feng and Qingluan, will represent the two Dao Sovereigns in managing the various affairs within this Immortal Volcano."

"The Dao Sovereign is benevolent and does not restrict you, but the perfection of order is very necessary."

"We hope that all Fellow Daoists will work together in the future."

Many living beings, hearing these words, understood that these two were their future leaders.

And they were going to establish their authority as soon as they took office.

But no one had any objection to this.

After all, even a fool could see that the relationship between these two girls and the Dao Sovereign was unusual; they even carried the temperament of the two Dao Sovereigns.

To a certain extent, their words could represent the opinion of the Dao Sovereign.

Furthermore, what the two girls said was quite correct. For the Immortal Volcano to develop steadily and sustainably, the perfection of order was indeed very necessary.

All the living beings said in unison:

"We are willing to obey the Dao Sovereign's decree and the commands of the two of you."

Thereafter, with the management of the two girls, the burden on Qing Wu's shoulders was greatly lightened.

Many things did not require him or Yuan Feng to appear; they only needed to provide an opinion, and the two girls would handle it themselves.

Jin Feng was the elder sister, with a personality similar to Yuan Feng's—the type to start a fight if words failed.

Qingluan leaned more toward Qing Wu's steadiness, able to view everything rationally.

The two sisters cooperated with each other and were able to keep the Immortal Volcano in perfect order.

Indeed, the days of being a hands-off boss were comfortable.

For a long time to come, the Primordial Land should be in the incubation process of the Beast Calamity.

The Vicious Beasts were launching large-scale attacks on the Primordial Land, and it would take time for the ten thousand races to go from being scattered to united.

During this stage, various Karmas were intertwined, and the positions of many forces were unclear. A slight mistake could provoke an unknown existence, making it quite dangerous.

Therefore, the best choice at this stage was to stay on the mountain and wait for everything to become clear before making a decision.

On one hand, one could Cultivate in peace, further improving their own strength to prepare for the coming Calamity.

Once the situation became clear and the ten thousand races united against the Vicious Beasts, joining them to obtain Karma would be the most secure choice.

After telling the two of them the future development direction of the Immortal Volcano, Qing Wu also began his secluded meditation.

Just like that, tens of thousands of years passed.

A long time had also passed since Shen Ni last sent the Four Great Vicious Beast Kings out of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

This time, the purpose was merely a test by Shen Ni of the ten thousand races of the Primordial Land.

To see how the strength of the Vicious Beasts compared to the ten thousand races.

The Vicious Beasts were destined to be enemies of the ten thousand races.

As the emperor of the Vicious Beasts, he had to clearly test the capabilities of the ten thousand races and thoroughly understand the forces both on the surface and in the shadows.

Only then could he make appropriate strategic choices.

The result was obvious: under the impact of the army of hundreds of millions of Vicious Beasts, the scattered ten thousand races of the Primordial Land were no match at all and were utterly defeated.

In the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, Shen Ni recalled the hundreds of millions of Vicious Beasts, and the Evil Qi that blotted out the sun surged like a tide.

Shen Ni stood atop a ten-thousand-foot bone platform, his eyes like blood, looking down at the hundreds of millions of Vicious Beasts gathered below, a savage curve hooking his lips.

The ten thousand races of the Primordial Land were nothing more than this!

A sharp light flickered in his eyes, his ambition fully revealed.

The three beast kings—Chaos, Taotie, and Taowu—stood below the steps, their eyes filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

The Vicious Beast armies they led had headed west, east, and north respectively, and along the way, few races dared to look them in the eye.

Upon seeing them, the ten thousand races all fled in panic.

The hundreds of millions of Vicious Beasts below the platform let out earth-shaking roars, and the Evil Qi soared into the sky, dyeing the entire heaven dark red.

Shen Ni nodded with satisfaction, ambition burning fiercely in his blood-red eyes.

"Trampling the Primordial Land is just around the corner!"

"We are willing to die for our emperor!" the three beast kings roared in unison.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" the hundreds of millions of Vicious Beasts shouted in unison.

The roars rose wave after wave, and the trees of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains withered and fell one after another in the sound waves.

Amidst the unbridled arrogance of the three beast kings and the wild roars of the hundreds of millions of Vicious Beasts, Qiongqi remained unusually silent.

It stood in the shadows at the edge of the bone platform, the scar at its broken horn still throbbing with pain—it was the mark of shame from being severed by Qing Wu's sword.

It looked toward the Immortal Volcano, a trace of apprehension flashing in its eyes.

The power of that sword strike was still vivid in its mind, making it hard to forget.

But soon, this strange look was drowned in the fanatical tide of beasts.

In that battle, he had indeed lost.

But he believed that his emperor was invincible...