The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 755 - 263: Extremely Terrifying Upon Careful Thought
"Minotaur!"
Qian Qian recognized him at a glance as one of the Ten Great Divine Spirits of the Netherworld, but something was clearly off with his aura.
Long, long ago, Qian Qian had encountered the Minotaur, a Divine Spirit with a gentle demeanor. Now, however, this being was unmistakably the Minotaur, yet he radiated an aura full of brutality and bloodthirstiness, which brought two words to Qian Qian’s mind.
Loss of control.
Divine Spirits can lose control, and while the cause is indeterminable, those on the brink generally have some perception of their impending loss and do not succumb swiftly. They usually have ample time to address the crisis.
If truly unable to cope, birthing offspring mostly solves the problem.
For this reason, most Divine Spirits believe a loss of control occurs because they can no longer harness their Divine Power, which leads to their uncontrollable state.
Some think it relates to the Divine Position, noting those with it have higher rates of episodes than those without. However, as Divine Spirits lacking a Divine Position can also lose control, this theory isn’t quite accurate either.
Even now, the loss of control among Divine Spirits remains a mystery, like a disease whose transmission path is unclear.
Seeing such a Divine Spirit like the Minotaur succumb to loss of control made Qian Qian feel somewhat sorrowful.
A Divine Spirit who loses control becomes more ferocious, but also loses self-awareness, intellect, and emotions, and will mercilessly slay any living thing seen.
Still, something seemed off about this Minotaur; he didn’t appear to have lost his intellect entirely, as he knew to spout threats.
Of course, Qian Qian wasn’t intimidated, and neither was the Snow Maiden. When the Minotaur charged with his steel trident, the Snow Maiden met him head-on without hesitation.
After exchanging a couple of moves, they began to grapple.
The Minotaur’s strength was terrifying. The ox is emblematic of immense strength, so naturally, this Divine Minotaur possessed extraordinary power.
However, in the contest of strength with the Minotaur, the Snow Maiden was not losing.
In fact, she seemed to be overpowering him.
Qian Qian couldn’t help but marvel at this newly ascended Divine Spirit whose combat prowess was already startling her, an experienced Divine Spirit.
If she’s this formidable now, achieving a fifty-fifty standard with Qian Qian, what would her standing be once she grew further?
Thinking of possibly being unable to defeat the Snow Maiden in the future, Qian Qian felt a great pressure.
Harem status-1.
Wait, she hadn’t even joined Lin Yun’s harem yet!
With a great battle imminent, Qian Qian was contemplating these odd things.
Luckily, she only planned to look for an opportunity to sneak attack, and since the fight had just begun, she truly had no chance yet.
Why not just do it straightforwardly and stand shoulder to shoulder with this heretic and unprincipled adversary?
Just as Qian Qian entertained this thought, her expression changed slightly for the worse.
Within that yellowish, murky fog, there was a stir.
Compared to the commotion created by the Minotaur earlier, it was very likely that the newcomer was a Divine Spirit of the same caliber as the Minotaur.
Was it Meng Po or one of the city lords?
If Lord Yama showed up personally, that would be bad.
Lord Yama of the Netherworld is a very mysterious figure. Qian Qian never saw him during her visits to the Netherworld, but his ability to dominate other Divine Spirits, revered as a king by them, suggests that his strength indeed transcends that of other gods.
By classification, Lord Yama of the Netherworld would be considered a Divine Emperor-level powerhouse.
However, this emperor-level powerhouse is overly discreet; Qian Qian had never heard of him before and even doubted whether this Lord Yama was an old guard Divine Emperor in disguise.
However, back then, there were only a few universally recognized as Divine Emperor-level powerhouses. The Four Sacred Beasts and the emperors of The Four Great Divine Nations could practically be excluded, Ancestor Bai was already dead and could be excluded, leaving only Dongfang Yao and Su’e.
But Su’e was sealed, and Dongfang Yao had been seen by Qian Qian before, he was still waiting on the Road of No Return!
Could it be that there were actually twelve God Emperors instead of eleven?
A sudden epiphany flashed through Qian Qian’s mind.
Everyone knew that the Sun God was dead, and he was one of the first Divine Emperors to die during the Twilight of the Gods, but was he really dead?
Moreover, had she and Lin Yun really seen Dongfang Yao in the future where time and space intersected? Was that really Dongfang Yao?
The mighty Sun God, was he really that weak?
If he truly knew about Qing Nu, then he should have known the horror of Qing Nu. How could he dare to provoke her with his words?
If Lord Yama was actually the Sun God from back then...
Qian Qian pondered deeply and felt terrified, as if she had learned an incredible secret.
While she was lost in thought, the figure in the yellow fog also emerged.
It was a woman with a voluptuous figure to the point of exaggeration, and moreover, her clothing was very revealing, comprised of just a few strips of cloth that covered only the key areas. However, as she moved, the strips of cloth swayed, showing glimpses of her flesh, which was more than enough to make anyone blush.
That was how her figure was.
Upon first sight, even Lin Yun couldn’t help but take an extra glance.
He always looked at girls from their legs upward.
This woman, she was thrilling!
However, upon seeing the head, Lin Yun almost vomited out his dinner from the night before.
The woman’s body wasn’t much different from a human’s, but from the neck up, she had an octopus head with hair that consisted of eight tentacles, each tentacle covered with countless eyes.
Those with trypophobia could die on the spot from this sight.
Lin Yun, who had seen a fair share of the world, wouldn’t normally find such a small scene disgusting. But this "Octopus Lady" kept opening her mouth and roaring, emitting a hissing sound that sent shivers down one’s spine. From her gaping mouth, one could see a tentacle stretching out from her throat, writhing crazily, slimy, and covered in a yellow-white substance.
Even with his high mental resilience, Lin Yun also felt nauseated at this point.
Qian Qian was the first to react, speaking gravely, "Be careful of her spiritual impact."
A Cultivator’s heart is as firm as iron, and when strong emotions are produced, it must be because they have encountered something abnormal.
And this person, whom Qian Qian had not seen before, with her exaggerated figure and scanty cloth, made Qian Qian think of only one deity—Meng Po.
Qian Qian had seen Meng Po before. Back then, Meng Po had an impressive figure and charming presence, exuding the aura of a mature woman.
Unlike other Divine Spirits who fled to the Netherworld Realm, Meng Po was originally a deity of the Netherland. She was responsible for guarding the Naihe Bridge. Only souls that crossed the Naihe Bridge were qualified to receive the cleansing of the River of Oblivion and to be reborn after transmigration.
If someone committed too many evil deeds in life, they would fail to cross the Naihe Bridge and would instead be sent to the Minotaur for execution.
Meng Po believed in following the natural order and thus disliked any constraints, including clothes.
However, because her figure was too enticing, it would always provoke disturbances. She then begrudgingly covered herself with a bit of "clothing."
Well, the commotion increased even more.
But this little bit of cloth was already at the limit of what she could tolerate. Even after the destruction of the Netherworld Realm, she was unwilling to wear anything more. The gods had no way to deal with her, and some busybodies were warned, "I advise you not to meddle in affairs that don’t concern you!"
Thus, Meng Po remained just so.
But how did a fine goddess become an octopus monster?
