“You…” Huang’s pupils dilated slightly as he half-guessed, half-questioned: “You’ve mastered some high-level rule of heaven and earth?”
Among the three thousand great Dao and countless minor Dao, the rules of heaven and earth were innumerable, ranging from low-level rules to core, high-level ones.
These rules wove together to form the Nine Provinces world.
Though Huang had absolute confidence in his innate divine abilities, he understood that he couldn’t truly devour everything.
Certain core, high-level rules were beyond his power.
More specifically, Huang could devour First Realm cultivators of various systems, but against fellow super-realm powerhouses, while his innate divine abilities could cause considerable damage, it was difficult to kill them.
In various systems, First Realm practitioners only utilized rules, while super-realm practitioners could truly engage with high-level rule power. Could the spellcaster system possess at First Realm what other systems only had at super-realm?
“Impossible!” Huang muttered for a moment before releasing an angry roar: “IMPOSSIBLE!!!”
He couldn’t comprehend the situation before him, refusing to believe that he, one of the most terrifying Demon Gods of ancient times, couldn’t devour a mere fate master.
“My treacherous disciple who betrayed his master likes to prepare two strategies, so even if the first plan fails, he can cut losses and implement the second plan,” the Overseer’s voice transmitted from the horn, still maintaining a chess player’s composure:
“As his teacher, I naturally excel at this too.”
Huang’s heart tightened: “You deliberately let me seal you?”
The Overseer laughed: “After seeing the First Generation’s artifact, I knew that battle was hopeless, so I used your greed for the Gatekeeper’s spirit essence to let you seal me. Heh, you couldn’t kill me anyway.”
Huang’s expression showed human-like gravity as he said deeply: “What was your purpose? To use my power to open the barrier here, then steal the Heaven’s Gate? Very well, your plan succeeded.”
No wonder Xu Qi’an suddenly came overseas to the God-Demon Island to compete with Him for Heaven’s Gate.
The Overseer had long known about the God-Demon Island and Heaven’s Gate. When he saw the situation was unfavorable and couldn’t defeat Cloud Province’s transcendent powerhouses, he could only adapt and implement his second plan.
Huang coldly snorted: “I underestimated you, but even so, you’re only prolonging your inevitable death. Now that I’ve recovered my peak strength, the Nine Provinces’ super-realm practitioners will soon break their seals, and the Central Plains’ destruction is only a matter of time.
“The day Great Feng falls will be the day you turn to ash.”
The Overseer’s laughter transmitted again:
“No, no, no.
“In my plan, Xu Ningyan should have devoured the Garo Tree to advance to half-step Martial God, but unfortunately when given the chance he proved useless. So he had to come to sea seeking the opportunity to advance to half-step Martial God.”
Hearing this, Huang first froze, then was flooded with an indescribable sense of crisis.
Because the meaning conveyed in the Overseer’s words was that in his original plan, there was no Xu Qi’an.
This meant the Overseer had other methods to take Heaven’s Gate…
So what was his original plan?
At this moment, He heard the Overseer say with a chuckle:
“My willingly being sealed by you—you were the real target all along.”
With these words, Huang’s amber pupils contracted to pinpoints as an indescribable sense of crisis engulfed Him like a tidal wave.
This was His ancient god-demon instinct.
“Target me?” A deep cold laugh emerged from Huang’s throat, “You think you can, Overseer!”
“You look terrifying when anxious!” The Overseer sneered: “I hope you can maintain this confidence later.”
The Overseer spoke no more, but from Huang’s horn came obscure incantations.
The language of the incantations wasn’t Great Feng’s official language, nor any historical human or demon tongue, not even god-demon language.
Because if it were god-demon language, Huang wouldn’t fail to understand it.
This was a language that had never appeared before.
It might not even be a language at all.
Hearing the Overseer chant incantations with strange syllables, Huang instinctively sensed crisis and immediately expanded the vortices of all six horns, fully deploying his complete innate divine ability.
The six horns produced six vortices, which collided to form an even larger vortex. The terrifying black hole descended again, devouring everything around, including air and light.
However, facing such powerful pressure, the clear light symbolizing the Overseer persisted. Not only were the incantations not suppressed, they grew increasingly intense.
When the incantations reached a certain climax, a certain peak, the drifting clear light suddenly threw itself into the vortex. It rapidly spun with the vortex toward the black hole, and in this process, the clear light “ignited” the vortex, ignited the black hole.
Instantly, a vortex and black hole composed of clear light formed.
The clear light tornado, hundreds or thousands of zhang high, was magnificent.
In the sky, the clouds changed violently, then in the endless high vault, a light gate opened, and the clear light vortex gathered toward it.
“No, no…”
Huang’s terrified cries transmitted from the black hole as this strongest god-demon of ancient times completely lost composure.
That light gate was absorbing His spirit essence, just as He had once absorbed god-demons’ spirit essence.
Huang was returning to the Dao, returning to heaven and earth.
“How can you possibly open Heaven’s Gate? Who exactly are you?”
From the black hole came Huang’s hoarse roars.
If the Overseer had such power, why endure until now?
Huang vaguely grasped something but anger and terror hindered His thoughts.
Heaven’s Gate opened wide, rapidly seizing Huang’s spirit essence. After the clear light ignited the vortex, the innate divine ability lost control—Huang could no longer control his divine ability or stop the vortex.
If this continued, in less than a quarter-hour, He would merge into the Dao, returning to heaven and earth.
But at this moment, a shadow that blocked heaven and earth appeared in the sky, transforming into a dark red meat mountain with two rows of air holes on its spine spewing dense poisonous smoke, its base flowing with viscous shadows.
Beside it marched an army of walking corpses, and a group of creatures mating freely as they climbed the meat mountain—there were insect beasts, sea beasts, humans, god-demon descendants…
Different species, different genders.
These creatures had lost all reason, retaining only the desire to mate and reproduce.
The Insect God!
At the front of this meat mountain was a pair of black button-like eyes full of wisdom.
He watched the clear light vortex, waited a moment, and the countless tendons on his massive body tensed as muscles bulged.
Then, He charged headfirst into the clear light vortex.
“BOOM!”
The clear light vortex scattered, and the Heaven’s Gate above the vault immediately closed and dispersed.
The black hole vanished, transforming back into the sheep-bodied human-faced prehistoric beast, no smaller than the Insect God.
“Insect God…”
Still shaken, Huang bared his teeth for a moment before turning his gaze toward the ancient god-demon as massive as himself.
“You’ve broken your seal? Why have you come?”
He didn’t thank the Insect God, instead scrutinizing this god-demon who had traveled countless miles overseas.
“To save you!”
The massive flesh body emitted a majestic voice, speaking in god-demon language, then after a pause, added:
“Kill the Overseer, destroy the Martial God!”
As he spoke, the Insect God’s body split open into a fang-filled mouth, spewing seven differently colored lights representing his seven great abilities—the manifestation of spirit essence.
The seven lights shot toward Huang’s head, toward the horn sealing the Overseer.
Kill the Overseer, destroy Wusheng… Huang pondered these six words, not stopping the Insect God from helping reinforce the seal.
“Insect God…”
The Overseer’s voice transmitted from the horn, no longer calm, but majestic and dignified with traces of coldness.
After the seal was reinforced, Huang’s heart stirred as he looked at the distant meat mountain and slowly said:
“You know the Overseer’s… secret?”
…
Shen Shu put away his bow and arrows, manifesting his thirty-zhang-tall pitch-black divine form. Twelve pairs of arms spread to both sides as he strode proudly into the area covered by dark red flesh.
Since Zhao Shou, Golden Lotus, and others had arrived, there was no need to retreat further.
The strategic depth Great Feng left him wasn’t generous—retreat another half day and they’d reach densely populated prefectures and counties.
Boom boom boom… Amid earthshaking sounds, the pitch-black divine form charged toward that Buddha statue. With each step, mud-like flesh matter splashed and transformed into green smoke.
The eight divine forms behind the Buddha statue bloomed with golden light. The Vajra divine form merged into the Buddha statue, providing strength to fight hand-to-hand with a half-step Martial God; the Great Reincarnation divine form clicked and turned, the three Sanskrit characters for “Asura” lighting up, weakening the half-step Martial God’s power.
The Great Compassion divine form chanted sutras as Buddhist light descended from the night sky. Sanskrit chants echoed through heaven and earth, creating a serene peaceful atmosphere that weakened the half-step Martial God’s fighting will.
The Medicine Master’s divine form’s pure bottle scattered fragment-like golden light, providing the Buddha statue with sustained combat endurance.
The Great Wisdom divine form’s light wheel reversed, weakening the half-step Martial God’s intelligence and interfering with his judgment.
The speed provided by the Practitioner’s divine form and the powerful defense from the Immovable Wisdom King’s divine form placed Him in an invincible position.
Finally, the vast ocean-like dark red flesh matter split open countless mouths, spitting out miniature “small suns” that provided Buddha with genuine power to harm the half-step Martial God.
A half-step Martial God might contend with super-realm practitioners but could never defeat them.
Seeing Buddha exert full power, Li Miaozen and Golden Lotus Daoist hurriedly raised their hands in pushing gestures, as if trying to push something into Shen Shu’s body.
Luo Yuhen’s eyes shot two golden beams that struck the pitch-black divine form directly, giving him a thin layer of golden light.
This was the “immune to all methods” characteristic of Earthly Immortals.
Though it couldn’t match the original body, it still provided Shen Shu a degree of “protection.”
After the thin golden light covered Shen Shu, an anomaly occurred—it transformed into a set of pale golden armor, and its effect multiplied.
This had nothing to do with Luo Yuhen, but rather Shen Shu’s extremely strong fortune activating his protagonist’s halo, receiving heaven’s favor.
On the other side, Yang Gong and Zhao Shou chanted:
“Resist bewitchment!”
As their voices fell, clear light rose from the pitch-black divine form’s feet, also becoming part of the armor, forming a set of heavy armor pieced together from gold and clear light.
“Dong dong dong…”
In the distance, Sun Xuanji vigorously struck the bronze bell, bringing soul-exciting, deafening bell tolls.
The crude Master Kou was a warrior who could do nothing but sigh enviously:
“Now that’s some fancy shit.”