My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

Chapter 66 - 66: Fellow Daoist, Give Me A Chance



Chapter 66: Fellow Daoist, Give Me A Chance

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

On the platform, the Barbarian God ceased her assault.

Pi Shan lay on the ground, his face swollen and bruised, unable to rise again.

“This position of the Barbarian God, whoever wants it can take it. From today onwards, I have nothing to do with your Barbarian Tribe!” declared the Barbarian God, giving Pi Shan another whack for good measure.

Jiao Wushuang, tears streaming down his aged face, fell to his knees, “Great Barbarian God, you have awakened from your slumber and should lead our tribe to glory. It is your destiny…”

“Destiny my foot!” The Barbarian God, infuriated, knocked the old man down with her staff. “I finally found a place to hide, and you had to dig me out and make such a big fuss about my return, didn’t you?!”

Pi Shan yearned to become a god, while the god longed to be mortal.

Originally an innate deity, living freely and unrestrainedly, her revival led to the barbarians’ sacrificial worship, pushing her towards becoming an earthly deity.

With her current power, she couldn’t resist the influx of massive faith. Under such influence, her existence would become tied to the barbarians. Their collective thoughts would shape her thinking: if they were violent, so would she be; if they were foolish, she would become the same. Essentially, this was a loss of self.

The power of faith, while potent, was also a poison.

This was why the great empires of the Cangyuan realm channel the faith of their subjects into the nation’s fortune, rather than consuming it themselves. Even monarchs only harness this power without absorbing it directly.

The Barbarian God, standing at the forefront of the platform, announced, “Pi Shan is right. The Barbarian Tribe indeed no longer needs a so-called god. After today, I will leave on my own accord, severing all ties and karma with this tribe.”

Throughout her long life, the Barbarian God realized a crucial truth: the more one becomes a deity, the more entangled they become in karma. To free oneself from these shackles, one must actively sever these ties.

Therefore, she chose no longer to be a god.

Jiao Wushuang, tears streaming down his face like a child abandoned by his mother, called out the name of the god, reaching for the hem of the Barbarian God’s robe. The Barbarian God, in response, kicked him off the platform with a swift lift of her leg.

She raised her scepter, her body transforming into a shower of light, vanishing into thin air.

On the statue of the Barbarian God, Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu finished their watermelon and disappeared just as suddenly.

In the heavens above.

“Yesha greets the two Daoist friends,” said the Barbarian God, now choosing to go by a mortal name, Yesha, as she bowed to Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu. She had resolved to sever her ties with the barbarian tribe and renounce her godhood.

They returned the gesture, with Lu Xuan commenting, “Your form is quite different from the one in the temple.”

Yesha, formerly the Barbarian God, now appeared as a gentle and beautiful woman, a stark contrast to the fierce deity in the temple.

“Daoist friend jests. Do innate deities even have gender?” Yesha replied with a light smile. “But this new form has been influenced by the barbarian’s collective thoughts, taking the shape of their ideal… In human legends, isn’t the god who created humans from clay also depicted as a woman?”

“Your knowledge of Central Plains culture is impressive, considering you’re from the Southern Ridge,” Cheng Lingzhu remarked with a smile.

Yesha reminisced, “I once traveled incognito through various realms. In your human tales, there are stories about the clay-creating goddess being pleased with a poem written by a mother, rewarding a fox, and such.”

She paused. “Humans and foxes… that’s beyond the barbarians’ imagination.”

Lu Xuan, slightly embarrassed to save face for humanity, quickly coughed and changed the subject, “Regarding the current situation in the Southern Ridge, what do you plan to do?”

Looking down, they saw chaos on the Sacred Mountain’s square: some barbarians stood dazed, others wept loudly, and some even fought each other to vent their emotions.

From an observer’s perspective, the demon barbarians were pitiable. They lacked human nature, behaving more like intelligent animals, driven by desire rather than reason. The fault lay not with them but with Yesha.

Yesha admitted her mistake, a legacy of her initial creation of the barbarians. Lacking human nature herself at that time, she couldn’t impart what she didn’t have. Only after her resurrection, having been killed by the Confucian Saint, did she complete herself and gain human nature.

Considering the barbarians’ current state, they couldn’t be left unchecked. Though pitiable, their frenzy could wreak havoc across Lingnan.

Lu Xuan asked Yesha for a solution.

“In the past, I allowed the barbarians to run rampant, causing trouble in the Southern Ridge. The Confucian Saint punished me, transforming my body into mountains and rivers to nourish the hundred tribes of the Southern Ridge as atonement, ” Yesha explained.

She took a step back and bowed deeply: “Please, Daoist friend, give me another chance.”

Lu Xuan pondered for a moment before agreeing.

Yesha then stepped into the void, using her divine powers to shrink distances with each step, setting off to rectify the troubles she had caused.

Mountains and rivers receded behind Yesha as she swiftly moved to the southernmost point of the Southern Ridge, to a place known as the “Abyss of the Fallen God.”

A commanding voice echoed in the minds of all demon barbarians, “Within three days, all those of barbarian bloodline must retreat south of the Abyss of the Fallen God. Remain isolated for a hundred thousand years and do not leave for any reason!”

Yesha did not alter the landscape; instead, she set a cage within the bloodline of the barbarians. Unless one surpassed the nature of this former Barbarian God, disobeying this divine decree would result in obliteration of both body and soul.

Empowered by Lu Xuan, she was now able to manifest such divine might, effectively sentencing the current generation of barbarians to an indefinite confinement.

Yesha sliced her wrist, allowing her divine blood to spill over the land south of the Abyss, a gesture to complete the barbarians. This was the opportunity she left for them under Lu Xuan’s tacit consent.

Over the next hundred thousand years, the old barbarians would die out, and a new generation, endowed with human nature, would emerge. The struggles within the old barbarians and the civilization that the new ones would develop, whether they would remember her as their god, were of no concern to Yesha anymore. This was her final act for the barbarians, severing all ties and responsibilities.

Soon after, Yesha returned to the heavens. Lu Xuan raised his hand and with a gentle wave, she felt a part of herself vanish. Her connection to the barbarians was severed; she was no longer their god, but her own person.

Yesha bowed deeply to Lu Xuan again. As Lu Xuan was about to take his leave,

Cheng Lingzhu tugged at his sleeve and stepped forward. Posing a question to

Yesha, “May I ask, Daoist friend, where do you plan to go after leaving Lingnan?”

Yesha paused, realizing she had not thought of a destination. As the Barbarian God, she often faced criticism due to the barbarians’ actions, and now, as a mortal without her powers, she was vulnerable. If discovered by the ambitious, she could be captured and used for alchemical purposes.

“Uh… Perhaps wander around?” Yesha replied.

“I have a suggestion,” Cheng Lingzhu said with a smile. “Why not join Dao

Evolution Sect as a revered guest? How about that?”

Yesha considered the proposal. Freed from her divine duties and now facing an uncertain future, the prospect of a new beginning, perhaps at a place like Dao Evolution Sect, seemed like a promising path..


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