Chapter 264
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Chapter 264: Not Yet Over
The Great Xia, East Sea.
The turbulent waves of the sea rolled violently, white foam splashing into the air, transforming into countless fine water blades that fell like rain!
Beneath the foam, a young man in a black shirt stood, holding a long sword, and gently waved it.
Ding——!
The crisp sound of the sword echoed between heaven and earth, the rolling sword energy met the howling waves, precisely shattering every drop of water blade.
Splashing…
The seawater fell, but not a single drop landed on Zhou Ping. He calmly looked at Poseidon before him and slowly spoke:
“No need to exert yourself. I told you, today… you shall not pass.”
Poseidon looked at him in surprise. He had to admit that this young man before him truly possessed the strength to stand against him.
He opened his mouth, about to say something, when Yang Jian’s voice echoed from afar.
“A century of reincarnation has passed! Today, the gods of Great Xia… return here!!”
Upon hearing this voice, both Poseidon and Zhou Ping were taken aback, though the former’s face was filled with shock, while the latter’s face broke into a smile.
Zhou Ping held his sword, grinning like a child. Who said… the gods of Great Xia do not exist?
The light in Poseidon’s eyes flickered as he looked in the direction of the voice, his astonishment no longer concealed.
Indra? He actually died? He furrowed his brow, murmuring to himself, the gods of Great Xia… have truly returned?
After hesitating for a moment, he did not summon the giant waves again but took a few steps back. A passage leading to the depths of the sea slowly opened behind him.
“What? No longer going to try?” Zhou Ping spoke slowly.
Poseidon’s eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at the young man before him and said:
“Mortal, do not be too arrogant. Even if the gods of Great Xia have returned, it does not mean that we Olympians will fear you… our battle is not over yet.”
With that, he retreated, gradually disappearing into the sea.
Zhou Ping silently watched all of this, only crouching down to hug his legs and curl up after confirming Poseidon’s complete disappearance. He looked down at the beach beneath him and sighed deeply:
“Finally, I can go home and rest…”
……
The Great Xia, Northern Territory.
In the darkness that enveloped several mountain peaks, a vague figure of a man changed expression.
“What? The gods of Great Xia have returned, and you dare not move forward?” Amidst the brilliant Buddhist light, Ye Fan squinted at Hades and spoke slowly.
Hades frowned slightly. “You don’t seem surprised?”
Ye Fan shrugged. “How could I not know? I am the Commander of the Night Watchers, and I know quite a few secrets, such as… the gods of Great Xia never disappeared; they have always quietly accompanied us.”
Hades stared intently into Ye Fan’s eyes. After a long while, he coldly spoke:
“Do not be too complacent. There are not few places in the world where myths remain. The return of your gods from Great Xia will inevitably disrupt the original balance… you will become the target of many.”
“That is not something you need to worry about.” Ye Fan replied indifferently.
Hades snorted coldly, his figure gradually disappearing into the darkness, the realm of the underworld covering several mountain peaks also swiftly receding.
Ultimately, it vanished between the mortal realms.
Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look in the direction of Cangnan City, his relaxed expression gradually becoming complex.
“Yang Jian…”
……
Cangnan City.
Most of the roads and buildings had vanished, and only a few scattered high-rises and several rows of brand-new streets remained amidst the desolation.
Only the buildings constructed in the past decade were completely preserved.
The entire Cangnan City seemed to have shattered from a large city into countless fragments, with less than one-tenth of the population existing in confusion, unsure of what to do.
At this moment, at the edge of Cangnan City.
Yang Jian staggered as he walked on the ground, holding Indra’s head. The vertical pupils between his brows dimmed, and the silver armor on his body began to flicker.
The Celestial Hound followed closely beside him, occasionally whimpering, its eyes filled with worry.
“Xiao Hei, it’s fine.” Yang Jian reached out to pat the Celestial Hound’s head, smiling as he spoke: “The accumulated power of reincarnation over the past century has been exhausted; I have completely lost my divine status… in this life, I should have reached the end.”
The Celestial Hound nuzzled against his hand and knelt beside him.
“Fortunately, this battle has thoroughly established the name of the gods of Great Xia. In the future, if those foreign gods wish to invade Great Xia again, they will have to think twice. This long time should be enough for others to recover their strength and guard the national borders for me.”
Yang Jian sat weakly on the ground, looking at the distant city, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting.
“I, Yang Jian, have no regrets in this life.”
He gently leaned against the Celestial Hound, slowly closing his eyes, his breath growing weaker.
At that moment, a figure of a Daoist slowly approached from afar.
The Daoist had his hair tied up with a long hairpin, his face like a bright moon, wearing a coarse Daoist robe that was spotless, and a pair of straw sandals on his feet. His steps were not hurried, yet his figure moved like a startled swan, appearing before Yang Jian in a blur.
Yang Jian seemed to sense something and slowly opened his eyes, shock appearing in his gaze.
“Tian Zun, why are you here?!”
The Daoist smiled at Yang Jian and sighed helplessly, “You, young one, are still so reckless in your actions. Why gamble your future to kill an ordinary foreign god?”
Yang Jian opened his mouth, about to say something, but the Daoist continued with a smile:
“However, what you have done is indeed a great relief to many. Wonderful, wonderful!”
He bent down, transferring a stream of true essence into Yang Jian’s body, then slowly stood up and said, “Rest assured, today I am here; you will be fine… this time, let Lao Jun send you into the furnace to reshape your divine status.”
Yang Jian was taken aback, his mouth agape in shock. “Has the reincarnation body of that Tian Zun been found?”
“It was not us who found him; he awakened himself.” The Daoist shook his head, placing Yang Jian’s body on the back of the Celestial Hound and instructed, “From now on, do not act recklessly again. The next matters will be left to us.”
Yang Jian asked in confusion, “The next matters? Us? Tian Zun, what are you talking about?”
The Daoist smiled slightly, “Do you truly believe that you are the one among the gods of Great Xia who has fully recovered?”
He raised his head to look into the distance, a hint of coldness appearing in his eyes.
“The foreign gods have retreated, but that does not mean… this matter is over.”
“Our Great Xia is not a place they can come and go as they please!”
……
At this moment, on Changbai Mountain.
A middle-aged man with his upper body bare walked to the edge of a cliff, holding a long bow, slowly nocking an arrow from his back, and began to draw it back…
His eyes seemed to pierce through the boundless void, locking onto a certain figure.
In the next moment, a shining golden feathered arrow pierced through space, whistling out!!
