Chapter 2885: Duel with the Colorful Garment God
The blazing sun baked the reddish-yellow Gobi Desert scorching hot, causing the thin moisture on the ground to evaporate, rising as wisps of white steam.
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master walked ahead, her black gauze long dress fluttering in the wind. Her waist was slender, her chest and buttocks perky. Traces of Nether Divine Qi emanated from her body, transforming into a divine river that flowed ahead, probing for space traps and divine patterns.
The Colorful Garment God followed behind her, showing no fear of the dangers in this place. His narrow eyes were fixed on the Nether Flower Pavilion Master, his gaze highly invasive.
He said, "How many years has the Pavilion Master been cultivating?"
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master knew the Colorful Garment God's cultivation was formidable and dared not be negligent. She quickly replied, "Sixty thousand years."
"What a pity, what a pity. With sixty thousand years of cultivation, your cultivation level still remains at the middle stage of the Mid-Level God. I'm afraid the Pavilion Master will never reach the Upper-Level God realm!" said the Colorful Garment God.
Hearing her innermost thoughts spoken aloud, the Nether Flower Pavilion Master's eyes dimmed, and her mood became gloomy.
The Colorful Garment God continued, "Even if you manage to cultivate to the Upper-Level God realm, you may not necessarily survive the Eon Calamity. Only the middle stage of the Upper-Level God has some chance of success. What difference is there between a True God who can only live for one eon and a False God?"
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master's expression froze for a moment. She looked slightly bitter but pretended not to care, saying, "All life has its length, and life and death have their destined limits. Since the ceiling of my talent is the Mid-Level God, then this is my destiny."
Although the Nether Flower Pavilion Master intended to comprehend the Dao through music and break through to the Upper-Level God realm, the chances of success on this path were extremely slim. In truth, she did not hold much hope.
"Wrong, completely wrong! Such thinking is nothing but self-deception. A cultivator must strive with all their might for everything. As long as it can make one stronger, one must not let go of even the smallest opportunity. Even if it means sacrificing one's most important things, one must face the difficulties head-on and seize the chance," said the Colorful Garment God.
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master was moved and quickly stopped to ask, "What opportunity does the senior speak of?"
The Colorful Garment God revealed a smile that said, "I knew you would take the bait." He clasped his hands behind his back. Though his figure was not particularly tall or imposing, it exuded a sinister and compelling aura. He said, "Do you know who I am?"
Each word was like thunder, causing the Nether Flower Pavilion Master's eardrums to buzz and her divine soul to feel as if it might leave her body.
The man before her seemed to contain the power to shatter star rivers. His eyes were like torches. Although his appearance was ugly, his eerie gaze made him seem incredibly charming and unparalleled in the world.
Even though this was merely an incarnation, it possessed such might.
Without needing to guess, one could tell that he must have an extraordinary background. He was certainly no mere Supreme Protector but rather some overlord from the Heavenly Court or Hell.
Seeing that he had successfully intimidated the Nether Flower Pavilion Master, the Colorful Garment God nodded with satisfaction and said, "I am the master of the Yin-Yang Realm."
"The Colorful Garment God!"
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master blurted out, her beautiful face filled with shock.
He truly was an overlord, one of the most supreme beings in the universe.
The Yin-Yang Realm was a top-tier powerful realm in the Heavenly Court, with many great worlds attached to it. The name "Colorful Garment God" was thunderous among deities, and it was no wonder the Nether Flower Pavilion Master lost her composure.
"The Colorful Garment God?"
The Colorful Garment God shook his head and said, "There are indeed very few who know my true name. Ignorant people see me often traveling in seven-colored garments and thus address me as such!"
"Xinghuantian is already a place of trouble and will surely be destroyed in this war. The Pavilion Master has a stunning appearance and considerable cultivation. If you are willing to become my concubine, I can take you to the Yin-Yang Realm to avoid the disaster."
"This is a great opportunity for you! The Pavilion Master should know that dual cultivation with me can bring immense benefits. Cultivating to the Upper-Level God realm will certainly not be difficult."
The Colorful Garment God's eyes blazed with divine light, possessing a powerful seductive force.
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master had become a god in the Goddess Twelve Pavilions and had some resistance to such seductive power. She quickly regained her clarity. She knew that dual cultivation with the Colorful Garment God could indeed bring some benefits.
But she also knew that such benefits were only temporary. The Colorful Garment God merely saw her as a yin vessel to be harvested.
The so-called concubine did not exist at all.
Once she engaged in dual cultivation with the Colorful Garment God, it would be a master-slave relationship. Eventually, her consciousness would gradually degenerate, turning her into a slave living in desire every day.
However, the Colorful Garment God was a regional overlord with supreme cultivation. In this Rainbow Mountain Range, would the Nether Flower Pavilion Master dare to refuse him?
Not to mention in the Rainbow Mountain Range, even in the Divine Maiden Tower of the world, the Nether Flower Pavilion Master probably would not dare to refuse. Because she knew that even White Queen could not save her.
Otherwise, how could the Colorful Garment God have become the Supreme Protector of the Goddess Twelve Pavilions?
Even White Queen had likely compromised before him!
Just as the Nether Flower Pavilion Master was hesitating, the Colorful Garment God grew impatient. His eyes darkened, and he formed claws with both hands, reaching out to capture her. He sneered, "I am not giving you a choice. This is an order. You are not qualified to make a choice!"
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master was already on guard. The moment the Colorful Garment God made his move, her figure became illusory, and dozens of afterimages flew out.
"Rip!"
The Colorful Garment God grabbed empty air, only tearing off a black lace gauze dress. He failed to capture her, and his eyes froze for a moment.
Then, a cruel smile appeared on his face. "Excellent, how amusing! Since you like to play, I will play with you slowly!"
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master, still shaken, retreated to a distance. Her upper body was now only covered by a chest wrap, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin. She immediately released her Divine Realm World and said, "I know I am no match for you, but if you continue to force me, I will have no choice but to self-detonate my Divine Source and take you down with me."
The Colorful Garment God sniffed the fragrant gauze dress, smiling as he walked forward. "Take me down with you? Take down my incarnation with you?"
"You are wrong, silly girl. Self-detonating your Divine Source can indeed threaten gods stronger than you, even those at the initial stage of the Upper-Level God would back off. But before me... even before my incarnation, it is utterly meaningless."
The Colorful Garment God drew closer.
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master summoned her Supreme Sacred Artifact, the Ten-Thousand Calamity Flower Zhu, and struck out.
The Zhu was both her musical instrument and her battle weapon.
After the Ten-Thousand Calamity Flower Zhu flew out, it grew larger and larger, like a square palace. Dense Supreme Inscription Runes, driven by divine qi, erupted with heaven-destroying and earth-shattering power.
"Haha, you really are unwilling to die. If a person dares not die when they should, their fate will be worse than death."
The Colorful Garment God extended a palm. Divine qi surged from his palm, transforming into a black hand hundreds of meters long. It caught the descending Ten-Thousand Calamity Flower Zhu in its grasp and took it away.
"How is this possible?"
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master could not believe it. Her all-out thunderous strike, unleashed with full force using a Supreme Sacred Artifact, had been so easily neutralized, and even her battle weapon had been taken.
How vast was the gap in cultivation?
She dared not think further. The Nether Flower Pavilion Master immediately burned her divine blood and fled deeper into the reddish-yellow Gobi Desert.
Only by going to more dangerous places could she hope to find a sliver of survival.
"I must not fall into his hands."
The thought of the terrible consequences made the Nether Flower Pavilion Master shudder.
If captured by the Colorful Garment God, she would not only become his slave but also have her spiritual will stripped away.
The Colorful Garment God leisurely pursued her from behind. He grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, opened his palm, and laughed, "Little girl, you cannot escape. Quicksand World!"
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master, who was fleeing, suddenly found her footing gone. She realized that the reddish-yellow Gobi Desert had disappeared, and she had fallen into quicksand.
The quicksand pressed in from all directions, incredibly heavy. Even with her Mid-Level God power, she could not resist it. She knew this was a world derived from the Colorful Garment God's Rule Divine Patterns.
Trapped in the quicksand, the Nether Flower Pavilion Master was in extreme agony. She could not breathe, could not circulate divine qi, and even her divine soul and divine thoughts were sealed. It felt as if heaven and earth were pressing down on her.
Just as she was in unbearable pain, her body fell to the ground. Her fair, full chest heaved violently. Looking up, she found herself sitting slumped before the Colorful Garment God.
The divine qi and Rule Divine Patterns released from the Colorful Garment God's body pressed down on her invisibly.
"I told you, you cannot escape."
The Colorful Garment God flipped his palm, scattering the sand in his hand over her. It landed on her hair, face, and shoulders.
The Nether Flower Pavilion Master felt that this moment was worse than death. She wanted to break free and fight, but she simply could not.
The Colorful Garment God extended a finger, lifting the Nether Flower Pavilion Master's chin, and examined her closely. "If you had submitted directly, why would you have suffered so much? Now, you no longer have the chance to self-detonate your Divine Source!"
"Slap!"
The Colorful Garment God's smile vanished. He swung his palm, sending the Nether Flower Pavilion Master sprawling to the ground. He said coldly, "This is the lesson for your disobedience. If you dare to defy me again in the future, you will only... Who is there?"
The Colorful Garment God looked up, staring ahead. At some point, a white-haired old man had appeared there, standing on a barren hill, looking at him.
It was too eerie!
With the Colorful Garment God's divine soul, he had not detected when the man had appeared.
Without hesitation, the Colorful Garment God joined two fingers and shot a powerful blazing light beam from his fingertips.
"Whoosh!"
The light beam was as thick as a bowl. Its force caused the surrounding space to tremble, creating ripples.
Zhang Ruochen raised his wrinkled hand. In an instant, the sky changed. The blazing sun disappeared, day turned to night, and countless stars revolved beyond the heavens. He waved his arm, and all the stars fell, turning into huge fireballs that crashed toward the Colorful Garment God.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The blazing light beam was instantly engulfed by the falling stars.
At first, the Colorful Garment God thought it was merely a sophisticated illusion. But when the stars struck him, he realized they were all real. Each star was tens or even hundreds of miles in diameter.
"This is a formation, a Space Divine Formation, the Ascending Pit Odd Combination Grand Formation."
The Colorful Garment God was extremely formidable. The colorful garment on his body erupted with divine light as hot as a star, incinerating all the stars in the sky, turning them into molten droplets that rained down.
But when he looked down, he found that the Nether Flower Pavilion Master had disappeared and was now in the arms of the old man across from him.