Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 547 Suppress him by one head

But with each hurried step he took, the corridor seemed to sway, and the floor tiles under his feet seemed to soften with his movements.

It's like stepping into a giant, unsupported tube of intestine; every step causes the entire tube to shake.

"What's going on?" Xuanming was truly panicked.

He disregarded everything else and waved his palms in all directions, unleashing the spiritual power of a peak Battle Emperor. He wanted to clear a path upwards.

Unexpectedly, the immense and powerful force, upon touching the arched ceiling of the corridor, vanished like a drop of water into the ocean, without even causing a ripple, disappearing without a trace.

His actions enraged the corridor, causing it to twist and contract violently, squeezing out the air and causing the ground to undulate. Xuanming couldn't maintain his balance and fell to the ground with a thud, the luminous pearl in his hand rolling away.

The entire corridor has been twisted and compressed to its extreme.

Xuanming was squeezed tightly between the floor and ceiling of the corridor, the damp sewage enveloping him and seeping through his clothes onto his skin, causing him inexplicable discomfort.

His hands and feet were bound, and he couldn't move freely at all. He felt as if he had been swallowed by a python, with every part of him under tremendous pressure.

"Ah!" The air in his lungs was also squeezed out. He wanted to tilt his head back and shout, but he couldn't even open his diaphragm. The sound that came out of his throat was as faint as a mosquito's buzz. He cried out to heaven and earth, but no one answered.

At that moment, Xuanming regretted it.

He regretted not staying obediently with those women; now, he was going to be devoured by this corridor.

He felt the corridor still twisting, once, twice, three times, making him feel like he was going to throw up his dinner from the night before.

He gritted his teeth, waiting to be crushed to death by the corridor, but the next moment, he suddenly felt the corridor loosen and a huge force push against his buttocks.

With a "whoosh," he transformed into a cannonball in the barrel and was launched out with a bang.

The darkness receded quickly, and a blinding white light reappeared before my eyes.

Xuanming vaguely heard a "yue," like a muffled vomiting sound coming from the chest of a giant beast.

But he suspected he had misheard.

With a "thud," he landed heavily on the ground, along with a wave of dirty water that splashed all over Xuanming's head.

He fell so hard his buttocks almost split into eight pieces. "Hiss," he gasped, clutching his backside as he struggled to his feet.

With dirty water dripping from his head, the once dashing, tall, blond, blue-eyed handsome man was now a pitiful, drenched mess.

Fortunately, there was plenty of air. Xuanming took a deep, greedy breath and felt for the first time how wonderful it was to be alive.

He couldn't wait to look around and figure out his current situation.

"Did I clear the game? Did I? Did I?"

He turned his head and saw Qin Fu and the others standing in front of the mural, looking at him in surprise.

Then look up and look around.

If this isn't the entrance to the corridor, then where is it?

"I'm... back?" Xuanming froze.

He thought he had miraculously cleared the game, but how did he end up back where he started?

Qin Fu and the others turned their heads, glanced at the guy covered in water stains, and then looked away to continue studying the murals.

Xuanming had been hoping these women would show him some concern, and he had even prepared some excuses to make amends, but to his surprise, they didn't ask him anything.

I couldn't save face.

Aren't you curious about what I saw inside?

"I'm not curious." Qin Fu leaned closer to the girl in the mural, took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped her face.

The next moment, behind the girl, a magnificent ancient golden phoenix appeared.

Her eyes trembled.

"It is Him, it really is Him!"

He then wiped another portrait of a young girl and, sure enough, saw a barely visible red mole between her eyebrows.

"It's her!" The other women from the Qin family also became excited.

"What?" Xuanming wiped the dirty water off his forehead, covered his buttocks and leaned closer. The next moment, his eyes widened.

Much of the dust on the mural had been wiped away, revealing a girl's face that he knew all too well!

"Qin Youyou!"

Xuanming had long known that Qin Youyou had an extraordinary background. After the battle at Phoenix Ridge, her appearance became known throughout the world, and everyone said she was an ancient goddess. He was not too surprised.

After all, she truly is a legend.

He had long known that she was no ordinary person, judging from the spiritual crops and her unfathomable yet unassuming strength.

But when everyone said she was the ancient creator goddess, Xuanming laughed.

He had been appeared to in a dream by a dragon, so he knew very well that the true creator god was the master of the dragon!

In his judgment, even if Qin Youyou was a reincarnation of an ancient god, she wouldn't be the one with the highest status.

After all, she didn't have a dragon.

He and Xuanming, chosen by the dragon, are the most likely saviors of the world.

He had always fantasized that perhaps he was the reincarnation of the creator god who had performed countless merits.

This explains why the dragon appeared to him in a dream.

What ancient gods, what true gods—once he returns to his rightful place, they will all have to step aside!

But, at this moment.

Looking at the mural before him, and at the girl's all-too-familiar appearance... Xuanming swayed, his eyes bloodshot, as if he had suffered a tremendous blow.

No, it's impossible.

He, Xuanming, is the savior of the world!

The dragon clearly appeared to him in a dream!

How could Qin Youyou possibly steal his script?

Hearing Xuanming's shout, Qin Fu and the others turned around abruptly: "Qin Youyou? Her name is Qin Youyou?"

Their hands trembled as they uttered those three words.

That deity has truly been reincarnated into their Qin family!

Everything the head of the family said has come true!

Xuanming gritted his teeth.

"Qin-you-you!"

He had been proud for a full twenty-eight years, but after meeting this girl, his confidence was shattered into pieces.

No! His dragon dream, his last source of pride, he can't let Qin Youyou take it away too!

Suddenly, he saw a dragon's tail in front of a dusty mural. He rushed over and wiped the mural clean with his sleeve.

The whole picture has been revealed.

Then they saw a divine dragon behind them and a young girl in front, surrounded by boundless golden light and brilliant clouds.

Xuanming stared at the painting intently for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth: "Hehe, this doesn't mean she is the Lord of the Dragon God. Maybe she's just a little follower of the Dragon God."

Qin Fu leaned closer.

"He was in front, and the dragon was behind. Although the dragon looked down, its eyes were full of awe. Clearly, He was the lord of the dragons."

"Shut up!" Xuanming covered his ears. "I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it!"

Qin Fu felt that this person probably had some kind of problem.

It doesn't matter.

But these murals are extremely precious cultural relics, so she decided to wipe them all clean and record them with a photographic stone so that people all over the world could see the real history.

The women exchanged glances, seeing agreement in each other's eyes, and continued wiping.

More and more images are being revealed...

The history once buried by StarClan is slowly emerging from the water, just the tip of the iceberg.

Xuanming muttered to himself, seeing how busy they were despite being missing limbs, he sighed and joined in.