69: Chapter 69 My brother is the Great Emperor of Fengdu, what makes you think you can fight me?

The fierce wind howled like a ghost crying, and the abyss looked like a greedy giant mouth, waiting to swallow the falling flesh and blood.

In that fleeting moment, Lin Sa's right hand shot out like an eagle's claw.

Her fingertips touched the blood-red agave growing on the solitary rock of the sheer cliff.

"Crack."

The immense inertia of the fall instantly erupted, her right arm feeling as if it were being violently torn apart, the excruciating pain piercing her heart. But she refused to let go, forcefully yanking the plant out by its roots!

Simultaneously, the ear of corn already prepared in her backpack, along with the Axolotl that had been trembling continuously, seemed to sense the placement of the final puzzle piece.

Buzz—!

Golden flesh, pink soul, red bone and blood.

The three-colored divine light intertwined and wrapped around Lin Sa, instantly washing over her and spreading outward at an astonishing speed.

Pei Duo, who had been suspended beside Lin Sa in an invisible state, was hit head-on by this light.

"Crash."

The barrier of rules that confined her like plastic wrap, making her "forgotten by the world," shattered into pieces like fragile glass against this origin of life.

The maiden's figure clearly reappeared once more in this instance filled with death and oblivion.

While falling rapidly, Pei Duo caught the unconscious Lin Sa in one arm. Looking at the woman's pale face and broken right arm in her embrace, her originally clear eyes were now churning with heart-stopping chill.

"Mateo..."

Pei Duo whispered, her voice as cold as the wind blowing out of the Nine Hells.

She held Lin Sa with one hand and reached into the qiankun bag at her waist with the other.

This time, she didn't take any magic treasure, but solemnly took out a neatly folded robe flowing with black, profound light.

It was the xuan qing daoist robe that the Great Emperor of Fengdu, Pei Fei, only wore when sacrificing to heaven, representing the supreme majesty of the Underworld Son of Heaven—the xuan qing daoist robe.

Pei Duo flicked her wrist, and the wide daoist robe unfurled in the wind, resembling a black cloud covering the sky, instantly draping over her slender shoulders.

Boom—!!

The moment the daoist robe settled on her body, a terrifying pressure—ancient, boundless, and superior to all living beings—erupted outward from Pei Duo in a circle!

That was the imperial might of the Great Emperor of Fengdu.

That was the supreme will that commanded hundreds of millions of ghosts and gods, deciding Yin and Yang alone!

...

On the cliff's edge.

Mateo stood at the edge of the rubble, looking into the bottomless darkness, a maniacal, triumphant sneer plastered on his face.

He spread his arms wide, savoring the pleasure of the cold wind brushing his cheeks, as if he could already see the rich rewards upon clearing the stage.

However, his laughter died in his throat.

A presence that made his soul tremble rose from the abyss without warning.

This presence was too terrifying, even a hundred times more domineering than the Queen of the Underworld he worshipped! The surrounding space groaned under this pressure, unable to bear it.

"What... what the hell is that?"

Mateo's smile froze on his face, his pupils contracting violently.

Before he could react, the pressure descended like Mount Tai, smashing heavily onto his spine.

"Crack!!"

The crisp sound of kneecaps shattering was exceptionally jarring on the silent cliff.

"Ah—!!"

Mateo let out a mournful howl, his legs instantly bending backward in the opposite direction, and his entire body uncontrollably collapsed heavily onto the ground.

The hard rock surface cracked into two deep pits under his knees, sending gravel flying that embedded itself deeply into his flesh.

He struggled desperately to lift his head, wanting to stand up, but the pressure was like an ancient divine mountain pressing down on his head, making even moving a finger an extravagant hope.

That was absolute crushing force from a higher plane of existence!

Under Mateo's horrified gaze, a figure slowly ascended from the abyss.

The maiden was clad in a voluminous, profound black imperial robe, the sun, moon, and stars embroidered on the hem seeming to slowly rotate—that was a true miracle.

She trod on the void, and with every step she took, a circle of ghostly purple Nine Hells totem rippled beneath her feet.

She held the woman who should have fallen to her death in her arms, her expression as cold as a deity looking down upon ants.

Pei Duo lightly landed on the cliff edge and placed Lin Sa on a flat, massive stone.

As the light of the three tokens merged into Lin Sa's body, those terrifying wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the broken bones made sounds of snapping back into place.

After confirming Lin Sa was safe, Pei Duo slowly turned around.

She didn't even glance at the kneeling Mateo, merely pulling out an inky black token from her sleeve.

The front of the token was engraved with the characters 'Underworld Emissary,' and the back featured a complex decree rune.

That was the underworld emissary token left behind by Xu Mo after he was erased by the rules, locking a wisp of his soul within.

Pei Duo gripped the token, took a deep breath, and utilized the Great Emperor's divine power contained within the xuan qing daoist robe to issue an undeniable decree to the void:

"In the name of the Eldest Princess of Fengdu, borrowing the decree of the Great Emperor of Fengdu..."

"Decree: The Seventh Rank Walker of the Underworld—Xu Mo, return to your post!!"

Rumble!!

As soon as the words fell, a fissure suddenly split open in the previously dim sky.

A gray power of reincarnation poured down like a waterfall, forcibly tearing apart the original 'erasure' rule of the Aztec mythology.

Countless points of light converged and reassembled before Pei Duo.

First the bones, then the flesh and blood, and finally, that iconic pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

In just three seconds.

Xu Mo, who had been 'dead' without a trace remaining, reappeared out of thin air.

He somewhat blankly pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, instinctively touched his intact body, and then looked at the bizarre scene around him. Finally, his gaze landed on Pei Duo, who was clad in the imperial robe.

Although his memory was still somewhat confused, his intelligent mind instantly pieced together the logic—he had been saved by this 'Second Generation God' again, and in a way that could only be described as cheating.

"This... this is impossible..."

Mateo, kneeling on the ground, witnessed the entire process, and his worldview completely collapsed.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his eyes even split due to extreme fear and rage, blood flowing down his cheeks, making him look like a madman.

"That was the rule erasure! It was a certain-death rule set by the Main God!!"

Mateo roared hysterically, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows, "How could you resurrect him? You are just a mortal! Why do you have the Main God's divine artifact? Why can you issue decrees to the rules?!"

"This is unfair! This is cheating! I'm reporting this! I'm playing a game with a bunch of cheaters!!"

His sanity completely exploded.

He had fought desperately in this instance, sacrificing teammates and selling his soul, just to gain a body of divine power.

But what about this little girl from Longguo before him?

Everything she pulled out casually was an overpowered item above S-rank, and she could even wander around wearing the Main God's clothes, resurrecting teammates as easily as drinking water.

What kind of Thriller Game was this!

Pei Duo lowered her head and swept a faint glance over Mateo.

"Fair?"

A mocking curve played on Pei Duo's lips. "My brother is the Great Emperor of Fengdu, what do you have to fight me with?"