Xingtian was a general under Flame Emperor, and he was beheaded during a great battle with Yellow Emperor.
Legend has it that the Yellow Emperor, fearing that Xingtian would retrieve his head, split Mount Changyang in two with his sword and buried his head inside.
Unexpectedly, Xingtian did not die. Instead, he used his nipples as eyes and his navel as a mouth to continue fighting.
As for the nose and ears...
If you survived having your head chopped off, what's the point of having a nose or ears?
Xingtian is Huangfu Doulong's Guardian Spirit. Although his combat power is far inferior to that of the war god Yinglong, who can defeat anyone he encounters, his strength should not be underestimated.
Fortunately, Huangfu Doulong only twitched his lips, said nothing else, and didn't even glance at him. Instead, he used the Four Directions Suchness Seal to stabilize the barrier of Rakshasa Street, just as in the original story.
Xu Long had no idea what was going on, but Huangfu Doulong was itching all over and couldn't wait to leave.
The moment he saw Xu Long, the Divine Martial Spirit Xingtian within his body began to stir, even attempting to force its way out.
It's important to know that the Spirit Host has a lot of control over the Guardian Spirit, and it's not difficult for them to even kill the Guardian Spirit.
But what's going on now? Why is Xingtian in such a hurry?
The Divine Martial Spirit Xingtian is Huangfu Doulong's symbol; whenever Xingtian is seen, everyone knows that Huangfu Doulong has arrived.
He is currently impersonating Ghost Talisman Santong and cannot reveal his identity, so he forcibly suppresses Xingtian within his body to prevent him from emerging.
However, for some unknown reason, his actions not only failed to achieve their intended effect, but instead angered Xingtian.
What exactly happened?
Huangfu Doulong roared inwardly. After setting up the great formation, he didn't say another word, turned around and disappeared without a trace.
Xingtian within him was already enraged to the extreme, and he was about to lose control.
As the distance from Rakshasa Street gradually increased, Xingtian's riots began to subside slowly.
Having found a safe place, Huangfu Doulong summoned Xingtian.
"What happened? Why are you so eager to come out?"
"I sensed the presence of my god! Right there in that spot!"
Xingtian looked in the direction of Rakshasa Street and replied.
"Who? Flame Emperor?"
Huangfu Doulong frowned deeply. Could he be a direct descendant of Flame Emperor?
"It's not Flame Emperor!"
Xingtian shook his head and fell silent.
"If it's not Flame Emperor, then who is it?"
Hearing Xingtian's words, Huangfu Doulong became even more puzzled.
Xingtian was a powerful figure from the Yanhuang era, and he fought alongside Flame Emperor.
Who else could the god he was talking about be but Flame Emperor?
Yellow Emperor?
Absolutely impossible!
Xingtian's head was cut off by the Yellow Emperor, so how could he be regarded as a god?
"I don't know his identity, I can't even remember what he looks like. No, not just his appearance, I can't remember anything about him. But I know he's back."
Xingtian spoke with absolute certainty, and despite having no useful information whatsoever, he believed it as firmly as a cultist.
"I see. To be called a god by you, he must have an extraordinary identity. Perhaps he'll remember you if we have the chance to meet again."
Huangfu Doulong offered a word of comfort, but in his heart he had made up his mind.
He will definitely avoid places where Xu Long is from now on, and he will absolutely not let Xingtian meet Xu Long.
Although the Spirit Host has a high degree of control over the Guardian Spirit, it doesn't mean that the Guardian Spirit can do anything.
If the Guardian Spirit is willing to pay the price, forcibly breaking away is not impossible.
Therefore, in order to prevent any unforeseen accidents, Huangfu Doulong decided to avoid Xu Long.
As long as they don't meet, there won't be any problems.
But then again, who exactly was this being whom Xingtian called a god?
I searched through all the myths from the Yanhuang era in my mind, but couldn't find a single one that matched.
Despite having no knowledge of his identity, appearance, or any other useful information, Xingtian remained steadfast in his belief that his perception was correct.
That so-called god must be extremely important to Xingtian.
Xu Long was unaware of Huangfu Doulong's inner turmoil. Shortly after he left, Cao Yanbing, who had noticed unusual activity in Rakshasa Street, returned.
" The Spirit Locust Tree was smashed to pieces? Not a single fragment remained? Then what is this?"
Cao Yanbing stood with his foot on Hellekamp's head, his face as black as if Bao Zheng him.
He was already exhausted, clinging to life by his last breath.
As Cao Yanbing trampled and rolled under his feet, Hellekamp lost another breath.
"I know what happened!"
Just as everyone was filled with confusion, a clear voice suddenly rang out.
Looking in the direction from which the sound came, they saw a milky white light emerge from Xia Ling's body, which then transformed into a beautifully sculpted little girl.
She was a little over a meter tall, wearing a light blue gauze dress and pigtails, and looked well-behaved and cute.
This is the Golden Bell, transformed from the Xihe Divine Pearl. She came out to explain because Huangfu Doulong was in a hurry to leave.
Upon hearing Xihe Divine Pearl's words, everyone understood what had happened.
However, Cao Yanbing remained skeptical about Xu Long's appearance.
Clearly, he was much more vigilant than Cao Xuanliang and Xia Ling, and didn't particularly trust Xu Long's identity.
"Since you're Spirit Host, you naturally have the right to stay in Rakshasa Street. You don't need to do anything, just don't cause trouble. Oh, by the way, what's the name of your novel? What genre is it? Is it good?"
Cao Yanbing asked.
"My book is called 'Global Reincarnation Temple: I Know All the Plots,' a massive fantasy epic that combines romance, ethics, fantasy, cultivation, horror, science fiction, and harem elements. It's incredibly good. And I absolutely won't tell you that there are a lot of superfluous descriptions in it!"
Xu Long spoke mysteriously, which immediately piqued Cao Yanbing's interest.
"Hey, what were you and that guy doing, sneaking around like that? It didn't sound like you were talking about anything good."
Xia Ling nudged Cao Xuanliang's shoulder and asked.
"Have no idea."
Cao Xuanliang shook his head. He suddenly thought of Xia Ling's breasts and felt his nostrils itch again, as if something was about to flow out.
"Does writing books make money? How much money have you made from these more than one million words?"
Cao Yanbing asked.
"It's alright, I made 80,000 in the second month, so-so."
"Eighty thousand in the second month? That's amazing! How did you make that? Teach me, I don't want to deliver food anymore."
Cao Yanbing leaned closer, his eyes starting to light up.
"I cheated on the protagonist, and afterwards, an angry reader came to my door, broke my leg, and I had to pay 80,000 yuan in compensation."
Xu Long wore a pained expression, looking extremely worried.
"You cheated on the main character? You deserve to have your legs broken!"
"I know I was wrong, and I won't do it again. I've already started a new book, and in the next one, I'll definitely write about the protagonist having both parents alive, living a harmonious and happy life, absolutely no angst!"
Xu Long looked miserable, as if he was filled with regret.
"That's alright!"
Cao Yanbing snorted and asked, "Is there a reader group? Add me in."
"Okay!"
Xu Long nodded, "1042645818, there are lots of curvy 18-year-old girls there!"
"Really? Hurry, approve it quickly!"
The two men were acting suspiciously, talking and laughing lewdly, which made Xia Ling and Cao Xuanliang very suspicious.