Legend of the Great Sage

nto Li Qingshan’s shoulder with the other.

“What are you laughing at?” Li Qingshan was puzzled.
He felt the earth beneath his feet tremble slightly.
The Golden Cicada Spirit King had already begun ascending.

“I’m laughing at you!” Han Qiongzhi grinned widely.

“What’s so funny about me?” Li Qingshan was serious.
Another clap of thunder rang out in the distance as if it was urging him.

“I’m laughing at how you’re really good at pretending to be human!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Sigh.
Weddings aren’t as interesting as I thought they’d be, but you’ve technically upheld your promise now!” Han Qiongzhi patted Li Qingshan on the shoulder, expressing her satisfaction.

“This is not just a promise, and it’s still not over.
C’mon, let’s do the last bow.” Li Qingshan urged her.

“I’m already satisfied.
Speaking of which, I suddenly don’t want to be your wife anymore,” said Han Qiongzhi.

“Huh?”

“I might not be the prettiest woman in the world, but a daemon like you is not that charming either.
I’ve changed my mind.
Cancel the wedding, cancel the wedding!” Han Qiongzhi announced loudly.

The people outside all turned around in surprise.
They had no idea what had happened.
Some of them were worried Li Qingshan would go berserk, so they were already prepared to slip away.

Han Anjun, however, was relieved, while Gu Yanying smiled faintly.
Hua Chengzan sighed inside. Qiongzhi, oh Qiongzhi!

“Qiongzhi!” Li Qingshan frowned slightly, clasping Han Qiongzhi’s hand firmly.

At the same time, the claps of thunder seemed to be calling for him.

“Don’t be like that.
Give me a smile!” Han Qiongzhi rested her head on Li Qingshan’s chest as the corner of her eyes glimmered.

Li Qingshan shut his eyes before opening them again.
“Alright, I understand!”

However, when he let go, Han Qiongzhi suddenly grabbed his hand again.
She said, “Be careful.” before letting go slowly again.

Li Qingshan took a step back, glancing at her deeply and firmly imprinting her figure in his mind.
However, then he turned around resolutely and spread his wings, sailing off into the air.

Gu Yanying, Jin Fugui, and Yue Wuyang followed close behind.

Han Qiongzhi watched their figures vanish off into the sky.
She said to everyone, “Apologies, we’ve let everyone come for nothing.
However, I won’t be giving back those congratulations! Don’t worry, there won’t be a second time.”

Everyone looked at one another.
They had no idea what to say.
Han Anjun said, “You’ve done very well!”

“I’m going to go and cultivate.” Han Qiongzhi tried to smile, but she seemed rather sad.
She made her way out of the hall and arrived in the pavilion, gazing into the horizon as she thought to herself, Even though it’sjust in name, it becomes a shackle to both you and me once the marriage has been completed.
That’s not something you’d like, nor what I’d want.
Go.
Go to the place you want to go.
Do the things you want to do!

Dark clouds amassed in the horizon, flickering with lightning.
The rumbling followed close behind, growing louder and closer.

Li Qingshan spread his wings and used his innate abilities, flying at full speed.
He arrived in the blink of an eye.

The tribulation clouds blotted out the sky, forming circular rings that enveloped hundreds of kilometers.
The bolts of tribulation lightning building up inside gave off the terrifying might of heaven, but they were merely a prelude for what was to come.

Right below the centre of the tribulation clouds, a mountain several thousand meters tall protruded from the flat ground.
The bolts of tribulation lightning slammed into the peak of the mountain—perhaps better described as electrical currents unintentionally given off by the tribulation clouds than tribulation lightning.
They easily cleaved through the rock and soil, but the mountain continued to pull higher, reaching towards the clouds.

Right when the mountain peak and the clouds were about to touch.

Boom!

With a flash of lightning, the world shook.
Even Li Qingshan jolted.
The towering mountain collapsed in an instant, and scorching magma and flames spurted out from the depths of the ground.
Among them was a golden speck, an infant curled up in a fetal position shining with resplendent, golden light.
Suddenly, it opened its eyes, revealing a pair of dark-golden eyes that were pure and deep.
Then it opened its mouth, but what it let out was not a baby’s cry, but the sonorous cry of a dragon.

The Chant of Deva-Nāga—the Golden Cicada Spirit King!