Chapter 265
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Chapter 265: A Warning from the Great Xia
In the vast depths of the ocean.
Poseidon treaded upon the dark currents of the deep sea, freely traversing the ocean floor, covering thousands of miles with each breath, racing towards the other side of the ocean.
Suddenly, a golden feathered arrow descended from the sky, parting the heavy seawater, rapidly closing in on him!
Almost the moment the arrow hit the water, Poseidon sensed it, and upon realizing the terrifying power contained within, his expression changed slightly.
He instantly altered his trajectory, making a sharp turn at the ocean floor, darting off in another direction.
But that feathered arrow seemed to have locked onto him, no matter how he twisted and turned, the arrowhead remained fixed on his body, following closely behind.
The most critical part was that this feathered arrow completely ignored the pressure of the seawater, moving at a speed far greater than Poseidon himself!
As the golden arrow drew nearer, Poseidon’s expression grew increasingly grim. Realizing he could not shake off this arrow, he simply halted and turned to look back.
The golden feathered arrow whistled towards him!
Poseidon raised his trident, and the seawater swirled rapidly, transforming into layers of heavy water walls that stacked up before him, while a brilliant divine light radiated from him, the might of the sea god enveloping the entire ocean!
Boom boom boom—!!
The golden feathered arrow created explosive sounds as it tore through the water, effortlessly shattering all the water walls, and in the blink of an eye, it was right in front of Poseidon.
Seeing this, Poseidon let out an angry grunt, the light of his trident flaring brightly as he fiercely countered the arrow!
Boom—!!
A dull thud echoed through the deep sea, massive waves radiated outward, and Poseidon’s trident slipped from his grasp, directly knocked away by the immense force contained within the arrow!
In the next moment, a second golden feathered arrow appeared before Poseidon.
Poseidon’s pupils suddenly constricted, and he struggled to adjust his position, barely avoiding the arrow’s tip, but the terrifying power still tore through his body, violently ripping off one of his arms!
The blood of the sea god stained the ocean floor red.
Poseidon took the hit, losing an arm, and the pain rendered his face pale. He grasped the floating remnants of his limb, gritting his teeth, his expression fluctuating between anger and despair.
He looked back, but the third arrow did not appear.
This was both a punishment and a warning.
He had attempted to intrude into the realm of the Great Xia, and he would have to pay the price, and this… was the retribution from the gods of Great Xia.
Great Xia… hmph. Poseidon snorted coldly, I will remember this grudge.
As his words fell, he stepped onto the dark currents, hastening towards Olympus.
……
In the ethereal realm of the underworld.
An old man clad in monk robes radiated a faint halo, walking upon the land of the dead, wherever he went, the souls were transformed by the white light, disappearing without a trace.
Hades frowned as he looked at the old man before him, speaking in a deep voice:
Who are you? How dare you block my path?
The old man stopped in front of Hades, the white light dispersing the surrounding deathly aura, calmly speaking:
Amitabha, this humble monk is called Jin Chanzi, sent here to guide you and the hundred thousand resentful souls of the underworld.
This underworld is the foundation of Hades’ existence, and to guide his hundred thousand resentful souls here is akin to severing his limbs and cutting off his source.
Hades sneered, to guide my hundred thousand resentful souls? Do you have the ability to do that?
The Buddhist light surrounding Jin Chanzi surged, like a ray of sunlight in this dark world, illuminating half of the underworld’s sky.
Whether I can or not, we shall see.
……
In Cangnan City.
The Celestial Hound carried Yang Jian, slowly walking towards the distance.
Heavenly Master. Yang Jian looked at the Daoist beside him, what about that trickster god from the North?
I have already locked down the nearby space; he cannot escape. The Daoist replied leisurely, as for the rest… it depends on that child himself.
My brother? Yang Jian frowned slightly; he is merely a night watchman below the threshold of the river realm, how can he deal with that trickster god?
Don’t forget, this city’s obliteration time was advanced by half a month… The Daoist looked up at the sky, which means that the divine power left by that Seraphim, enough to sustain the operation of the Mortal Realm for half a month, has all surged into his body. With divine power and the Mortal Realm, he will temporarily possess the strength to slay gods.
Yang Jian’s expression still bore some worry.
Yang Jian. The Daoist sighed, impenetrable protection does not promote their growth; only through trials can they achieve true results… This child, Lin Qiye, possesses extremely terrifying potential, but his path must be walked by himself.
He looked up at the ravaged Cangnan and continued:
We are gods of Great Xia, but that does not mean we can protect Great Xia forever. Excessive interference in the growth of this nation is not a good thing; only under pressure can they elevate themselves the fastest.
This time we declared our existence, enough to deter those foreign gods, and there will not be a major crisis in the short term. Upon returning, we should focus on reconstructing the Heavenly Court.
Reconstructing the Heavenly Court? Yang Jian was taken aback, Heavenly Master, can the Heavenly Court really be rebuilt?
It is difficult, but not impossible. The Daoist said slowly, now, the gods in the mist all possess their own divine realms: Japan’s Takamagahara, the Nordic Asgard, Greece’s Olympus… our Great Xia’s divine realm should also see the light of day again.
Hope flickered in Yang Jian’s eyes; how long would that take?
As short as a few years, as long as a decade or more. The speed depends on the number of gods participating; if it relies solely on us few revived gods, it will take at least fifteen years. The Daoist sighed deeply,
The century deadline has arrived, and the gods of Great Xia who reincarnated back then are beginning to awaken. We can only hope that in the coming years, more gods will awaken to help us reconstruct the Heavenly Court.
Yang Jian nodded, seemingly recalling something, his expression darkening.
If that monkey were still alive, perhaps we wouldn’t be in such a difficult position… unfortunately, it hasn’t even entered reincarnation.
The Daoist raised an eyebrow, looking at Yang Jian with a half-smile, saying:
Not entering reincarnation does not mean complete death; in this shroud of mist, anything is possible…
Heavenly Master, what do you mean? Yang Jian asked, puzzled.
The Daoist shook his head, the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed.
……
On the border of Cangnan.
Lin Qiye stood there in a daze, staring at the city that had vanished before him, as if turned into a statue.
Endless divine power surged from within him, golden light enveloping his body, and a piercing golden glow slowly emerged in his eyes…
In a daze, he felt as if he had ascended to the moon.
The Seraphim, who watched over the mortal realm, stood before him, slowly opening its eyes.
