Chapter 130
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Chapter 130: Title
The pair of eyes in the sky lingered only briefly before vanishing completely, yet their fleeting presence left an indelible mark upon all who witnessed them.
Though the memory seemed vivid initially, most found the mental image fading within moments, leaving behind only a lingering unease that tightened chests upon recollection.
As the golden pupils dissolved, swirling purple energy transformed eastern clouds into auspicious violet formations, through which emerged a resplendent palace glowing with golden splendor.
Nine-clawed golden dragons coiled around palace pillars in lifelike detail, their carved scales shimmering as if breath might stir them to motion.
At the structure’s pinnacle stood a seat carved from pure white jade, its luminous surface barely visible through swirling mists of ethereal aura that failed to obscure the throne’s occupant.
The reclining figure rested one arm casually upon the throne, gazing downward through veils of cloud as if observing mortal realms.
The figure’s black and crimson robes flowed with celestial grandeur, their golden-hemmed borders embroidered with landscapes containing entire worlds within swirling thread. Sleeve cuffs bore patterns of cosmic complexity, their Daoist rhythms surpassing mortal comprehension.
Beneath a nine-feathered crown hung beaded curtains of jade, obscuring features while amplifying the deity’s overwhelming divine presence.
This regal vision wasn’t alone in the heavens.
To the west, the sacred mountain’s pearly gates parted to reveal radiant figures bathed in holy light – the divine pantheon revered by the Holy Light Church.
Foremost among them shone the God of Light.
Between these two paramount deities, other divine manifestations materialized in tiered splendor:
Eastern manifestations included:
A serpent-tailed goddess in lavender silks reclining against her beautifully designed palace, swirling a transparent green wine pot with languid grace.
A slumbering azure dragon whose coiled bulk turned mountain ranges into mere hillocks, golden-slitted eyes betraying watchful consciousness beneath scaled lids.
The golden Buddha appearing amidst clouds, holding a flower in a knowing smile that embraced all mortal realms.
Within underworld-black peaks, a black jade palace housed a throne where sat a woman in Nine Mysterious Phoenix robes, her presence chilling the surrounding mists.
From blood-dark seas rose a masked figure in black and crimson robes, jade face-covering glittering above eyes holding abyssal darkness in their crimson depths.
A silvery light bloomed into golden-veined lotus petals, divine presence radiating from this unusual floral manifestation.
The phantom of Takamagahara materialized, its deity resplendent in twelve-layer red and white ceremonial dress, ebony hair flowing beneath forehead goldwork.
Western manifestations countered with:
A gentle figure mirroring England’s Mother Earth legends, her ochre gown rippling with fertile promise, calm smile nurturing parched lands.
In stygian halls, a black-haired demon monarch lounged upon his throne, disdain curling lips as he surveyed mortal follies.
An oceanic deity enthroned in pearlescent waves, droplet gem sparkling above eyes holding sea-storm intensity.
Amid primordial woods, an arboreal spirit wore living vines crowned with blossoms, silver hair flowing like moonlit water beneath amethyst eyes no elf could claim.
…
All humans witnessing this scene were struck speechless. None doubted the celestial identities above, though many had only glimpsed a handful of these figures before.
The deities’ hierarchy became apparent through their emergence sequence and bearing. Eyes instinctively rose to the primordial pair dominating the heavens—the western figure was unmistakable, Heaven’s Sovereign and God of Light Yahweh.
If the West’s first manifestation represented their supreme deity, then the East’s initial apparition must hold equivalent dominion. Yet this eastern entity… many struggled to reconcile him with remembered pantheons.
Cleverer minds raced through Ancient Mythology History, piecing together clues from eras preceding Empress Nuwa and Your Highness Qingdi. The answer crystallized—
—Emperor of Heaven.
Supreme embodiment of celestial order in Eastern cosmology, virtually synonymous with the firmament itself. Ancient texts proclaimed: "He who encompasses primordial vitality bears the name Heaven; gazing upon azure vastness, we name Heaven. Mortals revere earth yet entrust heaven—thus is called the Supreme Divinity."
(When the Holy See proselytized the East centuries past, they’d rendered Yahweh as "Deity" for cultural assimilation.)
Those deciphering this truth screamed internally yet dared not voice it. What cosmic turning point had summoned such divine confluence?
As the celestial procession concluded, the paramount pair’s western member spoke. Though emotionless, the deity’s voice resonated across Blue Star, transcending linguistic barriers:
【Ten million cycles since the War of the End. Now the source world reopens. Let the World War commence. By Heavenly Dao’s mandate, I reforge its inscriptions here, channeling divine might to erect the Ten Thousand Races Battleground.】
【This arena exists solely for honing elite warriors’ prowess. None shall defy its sanctified purpose.】
【Thus do all deities witness.】
Golden luminescence coalesced above the Pacific. As deities bowed toward Emperor of Heaven, their combined power pierced dimensions, saturating the radiance.
A floating island materialized from alien spacetime, anchoring midair after absorbing the celestial glow. Before earthbound observers could process this, the deities vanished—though three divine afterimages streaked eastward from the Three Supreme Deities’ departure.
Long after the heavens emptied, mortals remained transfixed. Divine Record archivists would labor sleeplessly this night.
Special Bureau Headquarters
"What’s the cosmic implication here?" Lin Jing muttered, parsing deific pronouncements. The War of the End clearly mirrored western mythology’s twilight of the deities—the cataclysm erasing gods from reality.
"Source world" likely denoted Blue Star post-Awakening of Spiritual Energy. "World War"—the term itself chilled—from what abyss would such conflict emerge? And the Heavenly Dao inscriptions… could these connect to Xiao Tianji’s prophesied Ancient Stone Tablet?
"Secure all recordings," Liang An ordered technicians. "Divine visages may blur, but this is living history." Satellite feeds revealed the Pacific’s new aerial landmass—110,000 km², nearly a ninth of Zhongxia’s territory, defying physics.
As Liang mobilized Divisions 1 through 6, a priority alert flashed—Kunlun’s emergency line. The video caller’s identity froze his breath:
"Senior Ji Lang? You’re contacting us directly?"
The reclusive cultivator hadn’t used official channels since the Bureau’s founding, always routing through Deputy Director Xi. Ji Lang’s grim visage confirmed unprecedented crisis.
