Leaving the Valley

"Hmm... still can't find it."

Naheshi seemed to have forgotten her need for a steward, her expression suddenly souring. Her brow furrowed so deeply it made A Silly Cutie's heart ache.

"What to do, what to do, what to do?"

Naheshi touched her forehead, brushing back a few silver strands of hair. She bit her finger, looking very unhappy.

"It's okay! Just let us out first. Big Brother Cheng, Big Brother Path to Hell, and I can all help you look!"

A Silly Cutie suppressed the urge to rush forward and pinch Naheshi's little cheeks, offering a suggestion instead.

"Hmm? Is that so? I feel like you're trying to trick me somehow."

Naheshi's large, jade-black eyes darted about as if seeing through their plan. Her delicate face was filled with wariness.

A Silly Cutie quickly explained.

"No way, no way! Look, we all want to get the Heavenly Emperor to come down. We're working for the same objective, so how could I possibly lie to you?"

"Besides," she added, "liars get struck by lightning! And look, I haven't been struck by lightning."

"Ah... is that so?"

Naheshi’s expression was a mask of confusion.

"That's not right! This Evil God gets struck by lightning every day in the God Awakening Lands. Does that mean this Evil God is a lying Evil God?"

"Uh..."

A Silly Cutie never would have expected that Naheshi got struck by lightning every day.

"Well... lightning does sometimes come down to punish certain people, that's true. Did you do something wrong?"

"Ah... so that's how it is! No wonder! Last time, this Evil God saw bad daddy hitting mommy with a stick, so I used the Thunder Staff to break bad daddy's stick. After that, bad daddy used the Thunder Staff to strike me every day."

Naheshi pouted.

"Hmm... I swear I'll never do it again."

"Uh..."

A Silly Cutie's face darkened, shocked by what Naheshi had just casually revealed.

"I hope it's not what I'm thinking," she muttered to herself, then turned back to Naheshi. "So you see, we could never lie to you, right?"

"Alright... this Evil God will trust you this once."

Naheshi’s tone turned serious.

"You should know that this Evil God can be very fierce. If you dare to lie, you'll face the consequences."

After she finished speaking, she gently flicked her silver hair.

Instantly, three thousand two hundred and seventeen strands of silver hair shot out like a celestial shower, threading through the golden wall in front of Jiang Cheng.

A Silly Cutie and the others watched in surprise.

Crash!

The golden wall disintegrated, crumbling into countless shards of golden glass. The fragments scattered across the ground before slowly sinking into the swamp and disappearing.

At the same time, Naheshi’s hair formed a silver carpet beneath them, lifting Jiang Cheng, A Silly Cutie, and Path to Hell out of the muck.

"Hmph. Now, please tell Lord Evil God what we should do next."

"Big Brother Cheng! You're finally safe! I was so worried about you."

The moment she saw Jiang Cheng, A Silly Cutie could no longer control her emotions and threw her arms around him in a tight hug.

"It's okay now."

Jiang Cheng patted her shoulder comfortingly. His gaze then fell upon a golden feather at his feet.

【Archangel's Feather of Light】

Quality: ???

Level: ???

Overview: A reverse feather from the former Archangel Michael, possessing soul-purifying effects.

If he remembered correctly, he still had a quest to hunt angels and restore his Immortal Nether Body.

Compared to the Ice Snow Empress's heart, the Flame Demon's left eye, and Wind Tornado Chris's wing, this golden feather on the ground held an almost deadly attraction for him.

"Mengmeng, don't be fooled by her appearance," Jiang Cheng transmitted to A Silly Cutie through his mental power. "She's still a ticking time bomb."

A Silly Cutie nodded silently. Who knew what kind of abilities Naheshi possessed? It was best not to say much in front of her.

Jiang Cheng watched Naheshi for a reaction. Seeing none, he continued his mental message.

"Shadow Demon Dragon says this place feels strange, that it has the aura of Abyssal Demon Dragons. Let's get out of here first. The treasures can wait."

"The outside is probably in complete chaos by now."

Jiang Cheng gently released his embrace and turned to Naheshi.

"I can guarantee you'll meet the Heavenly Emperor. Just get us away from here first."

"Oh, is that so! Then let's go. Watch this Evil God's power."

Naheshi’s small hand opened, her five delicate fingers spreading slightly. As her silver hair danced, her entire body was enveloped in a black mist.

The next moment, the bodies of Jiang Cheng, Path to Hell, and A Silly Cutie felt as if they were melting from extreme heat, turning into puddles of mud.

An instant later, they reappeared outside Nether King Valley, beneath the Willow God Mountain Range.

"Isn't this Evil God amazing?" Naheshi said proudly as her silver hair settled around her. "You'd better take this Evil God to see the Heavenly Emperor quickly. You've seen how powerful I am."

But her self-satisfied words received no response.

The air around the Willow God Mountain Range was thick with flying dust. The sounds of magic and clashing weapons echoed from all directions, punctuated by deafening battle cries. The entire area was in utter chaos.

"Mengmeng, check your private messages. See what happened."

Jiang Cheng had already guessed what would happen after Naheshi’s judgment exposed his name. Plus, she had goaded the hundred races into coming to Nether King Valley to kill him. It was bound to be a mess.

He just hadn't expected it to be this chaotic.

"I'm looking now, Big Brother Cheng."

A Silly Cutie opened her private message interface, quickly filtering through the flood of useless information like "big shot awesome" and "Mengmeng are you okay?" to find the key details.

"Don't bother," Path to Hell said grimly. "About sixteen tribes from the Northern Wasteland showed up, over a million of them. Lan Xingyue and your brothers and disciples are blocking them at the entrance. We'd better hurry, or none of them will survive."

He looked at Jiang Cheng, his expression hesitant.

"Speaking of which... are you really..."