284: The Tao fetus is born!

As tens of thousands of arms were raised in unison, the seventy-third bolt of Heavenly Tribulation finally struck down.

"He's giving birth! He's giving birth!"

Zhao the Madman suddenly squatted down, clutching his belly.

His belly suddenly burst with intense golden light, revealing a Heavenly Dao emblem, while simultaneously projecting a giant diaper silhouette in the sky.

The next moment!

The diaper silhouette suspended in the air sent down ten thousand rays of light, illuminating the messy ground as if it were a celestial celebration.

"Damn it! The control is even stronger!"

[To ensure your baby is born safely.]

[You decide—]

[A: Have the Palace Master sing a 'Lullaby' to suppress the riot.]

[B: Transform the arena into a painless delivery formation.]

[C: Randomly draw spiritual roots from teachers and students as a congratulatory gift.]

[D: Ask the Heavenly Tribulation to give the child a nickname.]

B!

Zhao the Madman was suddenly taken aback.

Sensing the birth of the Dao Fetus, a spell to create a "painless delivery formation" suddenly appeared in his mind.

So he pointed his fingers towards his glabella and shouted, "Formation, rise!"

A great formation rose.

Although many people didn't recognize what kind of formation it was, everyone who saw it inexplicably felt that it was...

"A delivery room!?"

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Everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"None of you are allowed to stand idle!"

Zhao the Madman wildly unleashed thousands of knife qi. These crimson streams of light accurately struck the glabella of the disciples from various courtyards, forcing a phantom title of "Midwife" to appear above their heads.

"I need a C-section. Second Senior Brother, your knife skills are good, you do it!"

The Second Senior Brother of the Knife Institute suddenly raised his life-bound knife, and disinfectant spirit flames inexplicably ignited on his cold iron treasure blade.

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"This is too preposterous!!"

The Supreme Elder threw out his Immortal Binding Rope, but the rope was bounced back by the formation.

"What kind of formation is this!!?"

Inside the formation!

"Inhale—"

The Alchemy Theory Instructor, who was inexplicably teleported in by an overbearing force, suddenly started calling out instructions—he had no idea why he suddenly appeared here, nor could he control his mouth.

This damned Heavenly Dao!

"Exhale—"

Zhao the Madman cooperatively puffed out his cheeks.

The Heavenly Dao emblem on his belly began to rotate, gradually forming a spiritual energy vortex. A small fleshy hand reached out from the vortex and firmly grasped the hem of the Alchemy Theory Instructor's robe.

Holy crap!

The Alchemy Theory Instructor was startled. He wanted to run but couldn't escape, and he wanted to call for help but couldn't.

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"You can see the head!"

Where everyone's gaze was focused, Zhao the Madman's navel was glowing. In the light, the head of a baby could vaguely be seen, pushing outwards with the rhythm of breathing.

"Push, Senior Brother!"

The junior sister from the Knife Institute covered her mouth right after shouting.

Amidst the chaos, the Supreme Elder's withered hand suddenly bulged with veins, squeezing his life-bound jade token until it cracked—that was the lifeline formed by eighty thousand years of cultivation.

His knuckles cracked like metal striking stone, and in an instant, heaven and earth fell silent.

Profound Iron Cold Flames, carrying ancient pressure, tore open the sky. The shadow of the Candle Dragon broke through the air, its golden pupils like lava burning through the night.

"Old friend... I'll have to trouble you again."

The Supreme Elder gave a bitter smile in the wind.

Dragon whiskers coiled around his hunched body—the young man who wielded a sword and stepped on clouds eighty thousand years ago was looking at him from the dragon's eyes.

The sword blades of the thousands of cultivators below all hummed in unison.

"Dark Sword Candle Dragon! It's the Supreme Elder's life-bound divine beast!"

"This is the might of Heaven! Even if the Candle Dragon comes, it'll be useless, right?"

"I don't know, but we definitely can't let Zhao the Madman continue acting so recklessly!"

"......"

The Dark Sword Candle Dragon scanned the entire scene.

A rare look of surprise appeared in its turbid dragon eyes.

"How is it, old friend? Is there a way to lift the Heavenly Dao's control from everyone?" the Supreme Elder asked in a gentle tone.

Seeing this dragon, he remembered the days when he roamed the world with it.

Now...

Both man and dragon have grown old.

"It's difficult, unless I burn my essence blood..."

"Then forget it! Old friend, no need to trouble you, it hasn't reached that extent."

The Supreme Elder quickly sent the Dark Sword Candle Dragon back.

He lowered his head and sighed.

When he came back to his senses, he found that the delivery inside the formation had reached the final stage.

"He's giving birth! He's giving birth!"

Zhao the Madman suddenly did a carp flip.

The vortex on his belly burst out with suction, pulling all the weapons on the scene into delivery tools...

"Waaah—"

Following the snip of the umbilical cord, a fleshy mass wrapped in Dao patterns suddenly burst out from the vortex on Zhao the Madman's belly.

As soon as the mass touched the air, it automatically wrapped itself in a layer of diaper, made of who knows what material.

"The Dao Fetus has opened its eyes!"

The Alchemy Theory Instructor suddenly cried out. His treasured Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir uncontrollably flew towards the fleshy mass and was swallowed by it.

The fleshy mass suddenly opened its mouth and let out its first cry.

"Waaah! Waaah!"

Everyone initially thought this was just an ordinary cry.

Who knew—

Boom boom boom!!

Everyone's storage rings and storage bags suddenly exploded simultaneously, and then treasures flew uncontrollably towards that baby!

"My Ocean Pearl!"

"My Profound Iron Thumb Ring!"

"Holy crap! My top-grade spirit stones I saved for eight thousand years!!"

"Master! Your Daoist robe!"

Su Die suddenly pointed at the Supreme Elder and shrieked. The thousand-year Ice Silkworm silk magic robe on the old man's body was currently automatically dismantling into underwear!

"How dare you, brat!"

The Supreme Elder's roar was interrupted by the baby's laughter.

The infant suddenly peed in mid-air. The pale golden liquid poured onto the Weak Water Sword, actually corroding a fist-sized gap in the immortal artifact.

"My life-bound sword!"

Water Without Limits staggered back three steps, clutching his chest. "This pee is poisonous... No, it has a powerful ability to destroy Dao rhythm!"

"Waaah—"

Its cry was like shattering glass.

The moment the infant waved its delicate little arm, the spiritual energy for a hundred miles tore through the earth veins, turning into a wave of snow that shot straight into the sky!

The spiritual energy that had been docile for thousands upon thousands of years was now twisted into a spiral shape by a vast force, tearing apart the clouds while also producing a humming sound like bronze chimes.

Seeing this scene, the infant suddenly giggled.

As if very satisfied with its result.

"This, this, this..."

"This isn't the birth of a Dao Fetus!"

The Supreme Elder cried out in panic, "This is clearly the descent of a demonic infant!"

But then again.

To have such power right after birth, this child is bound to be extraordinary in the future!

Thinking of this, he tilted his head and directly scrutinized the Palace Master Water Without Limits and Zhao the Madman.

They could produce a Dao Fetus.

These two people... need to be properly investigated.

[You didn't expect your child to cause such a commotion right after birth.]

[You are very relieved.]

[Decide—]

[A: Breastfeed in public, letting the child have the first taste of milk.]

[B: Perform an upside-down diarrhea spurt for the Dao Fetus.]

[C: Take out the Molten Flame Knife to peel an apple and coax the child.]

[D: Sing ten nursery rhymes loudly.]

"This..."

Looking at the increasingly outrageous options before him, Lin Sheng couldn't help but silently mourn for Zhao the Madman in his heart.

Between A and B, after hesitating for a moment, he still chose A.

Nothing else, just novelty.