Chapter 941: Mythology Will Be Written by Us! (Part 2)

"It is time for us to strike as well." The vast expanse of the sky was rent into a triad of purple, gold, and crimson, with the dark reddish hue forcefully occupying nearly half the heavens.

This, perhaps, had long ceased to be a war.

With a single wave of its hand, that three-headed, eight-legged abomination seemed to violently subjugate an entire domain of the world.

A devastating rainbow of light, trailing a long, searing tail of flame, plummeted like a comet hurtling toward the sun, dyeing the entire sky and earth a blood red, leaving onlookers to wonder if the very ground beneath them would utterly cease to exist once that horrific attack found its mark.

A youth clad in a long blue robe soared upward from below, instantly enveloped by the shadow beneath that comet-like radiance.

This was... the final ultimatum of destruction, unleashed upon them by the three most powerful civilizations of the present world.

...

Eight Sacred Sovereigns, ten of the most ancient primordial deities, and... twelve ancient fiend-gods.

They stood divided across the various quarters of the celestial vault, watching with supreme indifference as these humans struggled and died, exuding a faint, threadlike aura that began to converge toward a single point in the universe.

"Is this... our destiny...?"

"Are we to meet our destruction in such a manner...?"

"What... what are we supposed to do?!"

Throughout the entire world, mortals, cultivators, warriors... countless voices seemed to revolve within their minds like a revolving lantern.

A deluge of negative emotions filled their thoughts, and their entire bodies ran cold, mirroring the bleak reality of their current state.

"...The Origin Project! Initiate!" A voice resounded, appearing to have echoed from the infinitely distant ages of antiquity.

An aura of slaughter and grim resolve... like the Yellow River reversing its course, surged furiously upward.

In the Flowing Cloud Daoist Palace, his footsteps coming to a halt, Xue Daolv shed his master's outer robe, leaving in his eyes only the steadiness and... composure he had experienced countless times before when facing monsters that far surpassed him.

"Just like we once did." In the Elven Royal Court, Queen Kelanbell rapidly calmed herself after her initial astonishment, and a streak of utterly sacred golden lightning erupted within her palm.

"Now, we walk ahead of you!" Guo Tingyun leaned on his cane, his eyes narrowing slightly as a wisp of pure, clear qi pierced straight into the firmament.

"Remaining disciples, heed my command! Form the array!" With a flicker of lightning dancing in her palm, Su Tianji of the Flowing Cloud Daoist Palace barked a cold order, her habitual laziness completely shed and replaced by an aura where eyes like winter frost blossomed with the heroic brilliance of a true immortal.

"Prepare..." Zong Wu gripped a short blade, and the world... suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Kill—!" Young talents like Song Qingfeng had also long outgrown their past immaturity; regardless of whether they faced immortals, gods, humans, or ghosts, all those from the Eastern and Western continents—save for those who had returned to their sects to worship their ancestors—had now merged into a single, majestic torrent.

A purple flying sword flashed with a cold light that shook the nine heavens, and facing the surging tide of oncoming enemies, ten thousand swords soared into the air behind it.

"Myriad Sword Immortal Technique!"

Spiritual energy burgeoned beneath their feet as the holy spirit energy coursed through the bodies of the Paladins:

"Zeal!"

"Conviction!"

"Judgment!"

"The Six Paths Extinguished, Sword Twenty-Three!" Within Nalan Hongwu's palm, the sword-light surged, a sword intent countless times more terrifying than the world-destroying Sword Twenty-Three manifesting like a swath of divine light illuminating the world, directly crushing an immortal body into oblivion.

"Fist of the Heavens!" Saint Leyton followed almost immediately after, the power derived from the Paladins forcing open an incredibly thick pillar of light that pierced right through the sky on the spot.

"Your era has already passed!"

The allied forces of immortals, gods, and demons resembled a vast and mighty torrent, yet these humans harbored not a shred of fear, launching a counteroffensive straight into the fray.

They had finally understood exactly why they wielded their swords; the path of retreat had long since vanished, but... there was no regret.

This... was no disaster, because: "Today's myth shall be written by us!"

"Face the wind!"

Wind and fire surged and clashed as the two massive torrents collided and ground against each other with earth-shattering force.

...

In Fang Qi's hand rested a stone tablet, upon which was clearly inscribed—The Investiture of the Gods!

On his current system interface, the mission display showed that it had already been completed—of course it was, for the mission issued last time was to severely punish the previous batch of troublemakers, and that group, down to their leading Immortal Lord, had already been refined into flying ash.

He simply had not expected the subsequent state of affairs to ferment so rapidly.

The unlocking of the ultimate authority!

Fang Qi lifted his head, gazing at the comet-like long rainbow in the sky about to descend upon his head, before his eyes fell upon those supreme existences whose expressions were either frost-cold or majestic and solemn.

"Exhaust all your strength, and let us see you try!"

A golden bridge stretched out, completely isolating the heavens and the earth, as well as these gods, demons, and humans, allowing the world below to finally cease its collapse.

At this very moment, across the entire celestial vault, golden light and purple clouds rose violently into the air! It was as though jade pavilions and golden palaces were manifesting at the summit of the void heavens.

The Celestial River flowed, stars shone in all directions, colorful phoenixes soared, and golden armor surged as countless magnificent troops stood majestically with fluttering banners, the two battle formations opposing each other. It was as if, upon the pages of primordial history, legendary names lit up one after another; atop the firmament, magnificent light blossomed, and figures that existed solely in mythology actually manifested within this realm.

Seven feet of red silk swept through the void, a figure with golden wheels spinning beneath his feet and lotuses blossoming within his eyes.

With a vertical eye born upon his brow, a divine general looked down upon the universe as the divine thunder of the nine heavens descended.

Heavenly lords, immortals, and gods stood one after another. The two formations spread out, dyeing the clouds and the sky.

Looking further upward, several Daoists sat or reclined, four swords floating as "Zhu, Jue, Xian, Lu," while the Three Treasure Ruyi gave rise to a dense, purple mist.

Even... in the distant sky, an expanse of murderous golden light pervaded as cloud energy germinated; a giant axe was born first, followed by a headless god of war stepping forth.

A fiery bow appeared in the world, atop which nine suns rode the clouds, and yet another deity stepped forth, eyes like stars, drawing the bow to a full moon.

The Demon-Bidding Banner fluttered, and all the demons of heaven and earth bowed their heads.

A pair of bright eyes suddenly snapped open, turning the sky as bright as day, those eyes resembling the rising sun; with a candle held in its mouth, a massive dragon soared upward...

Auras that were incredibly grand, domineering, arrogant, or supreme rose one after another from the East.

At this moment, in this scene, ten thousand gods descended, illuminating eternity.

Between heaven and earth, countless gazes all converged upon this spot, staring fixedly at this wondrous spectacle of the universe, a sight rarely seen in ten thousand tribulations.

Some with envy, some with respect, some with adoration, or... with unparalleled shock.

That shock did not strike just once, but time and time again, over and over, crashing against everyone's souls like a heaven-turning torrent.

Such a vast assembly of immortals and gods was, at the very least... the combined total of all the deities and fiends from the Myriad Immortal Sea, the Pantheon, and the Nine Serenities.

At this precise moment, this single side, facing three opposing factions, did not fall into a disadvantage in the slightest across the ten thousand miles of cloudy skies; these immortals, gods, and demons currently had no inkling of where the host of deities before them had come from, yet they were, truly and thoroughly, shaken to the core.

The crowd below stared at the sky, gazing at the gods who stood on equal footing against the three allied forces on the other side, their exclamations rising like a surging tide: "Are those... the Gods of Huaxia?!"

Divided by a golden bridge, across the two battlefields of heaven and earth, two great wars simultaneously raised their curtains.