Chapter 1224: True God Revives

Chapter 1224: True God Resurrection

The spider-shaped statue housing the Divine Prison now roared, trembling violently.

Thirty-three golden pillars had shattered the earth, rising skyward with thick alien essence and divine pressure.

Since this was the Heavenless Belt, devoid of immortal energy, the alien essence and divine breath met no resistance, shaking the eight directions.

Simultaneously, more divine fluctuations erupted from within the statue.

Heaven and earth descended into chaos.

Yet Xu Qing’s expression remained calm. His voice, like a wind from the Nine Netherworlds, swept across the Divine Prison, engulfing the starry void.

His words steadied the hearts of the guards and the two Wardens here.

For the Wardens, whatever Xu Qing’s prior intentions, his calm now gave them confidence.

Without hesitation, they stepped forward, bowing deeply, and offered their jade slips of prison authority.

Acknowledging Xu Qing’s claim to command the prison at this moment.

Xu Qing wasted no words. He seized the jade slips, instantly activating the prison’s internal sealing arrays with full authority.

Then he turned to the Wardens before him.

“Are there any True Gods imprisoned here?”

Had this been earlier, they would have revealed nothing. Now, they dared not conceal a single truth.

“One purified remnant exists…”

“The statue itself…”

Their words sharpened Xu Qing’s gaze. He glanced at the statue beneath his feet.

Noticing it upon arrival, he now abandoned plans to enter the prison, issuing swift orders.

“You two report this to your respective Heaven Beyond Heavens immediately. Take the guards, seal all entrances—no divine entity escapes!”

“Hai Cao, suppress all divine light. Extend your roots into the prison, assist in containment. Spread your true form to shroud this statue—form the second line!”

“Zhou Zhengli, enter the prison. Rally all fellow cultivators. Suppress the rebellion while uncovering its source. Unless facing a True God, you shall prevail.”

“As for this True God statue…”

A glint of frost flashed in Xu Qing’s eyes.

“I shall handle it.”

Zhou Zhengli affirmed instantly, vanishing toward the prison to mobilize the ascended cultivators. His methods for suppression were his own.

Xu Qing did not linger on details. He had witnessed Zhou Zhengli’s competence; unless deliberate, the task would be done.

The two Wardens obeyed, reporting the crisis while dispersing guards to secure the entrances.

Above, Hai Cao manifested. His twenty leaves swelled rapidly, vast as the sky, descending to smother the golden pillars.

Sealing the light.

His true form emerged in the starry expanse, colossal body expanding to encircle the statue. Countless roots cascaded downward—one part veiling the remaining light, the other probing into the prison through its entrances.

Each fulfilled their role with seamless order.

Time passed slowly.

The outer layers were gradually contained. Within, Zhou Zhengli’s presence brought swift results.

Yet ripples remained. Now, the statue, nearly stilled, shuddered violently. A divine roar echoed through every cultivator’s spirit, reverberating endlessly.

Not once, but in relentless succession, drawing primordial essence to coalesce divine authority.

The prison’s suppression had reached a critical juncture.

Xu Qing’s eyes blazed. He stepped onto the heavens, cross-legged in midair, gazing down at the divine statue.

His cultivation surged. The crushing weight of quasi-immortal power erupted.

A terrifying pressure enveloped the land.

Warping the void, blurring all forms, altering laws, bending time and space.

Then, at his will, his Immortal Embryo materialized beyond his body.

At first mere yards tall, it swelled endlessly, until a form as vast as the statue itself dominated the realm.

Exuding veritable sanctity.

Especially with the core light swirling within, amplifying the Immortal Embryo, magnifying its aura tenfold.

And within that core light stood an immortal palace!

Ancient, weathered, radiating supreme majesty, linked to… a Heaven Beyond Heaven!

Naturally Supreme!

Now, it blazed.

The Aurora Immortal Palace!

Its presence made Xu Qing’s Immortal Embryo seem less illusion, more reality. His aura surged like a tidal wave, shattering all resistance.

Descending upon the prison statue.

The statue groaned. All alien essence was crushed inward, contained utterly.

Even the divine roars vanished.

His pressure seeped into the statue, sweeping through the prison’s layers, top to bottom.

Yet his true assault had only begun. Xu Qing’s eyes gleamed. His Immortal Embryo raised its right hand, forming a seal, gathering power.

Thick primordial essence flooded from all directions. The Immortal Embryo’s might climbed to its zenith.

Beside Xu Qing, an iron skewer materialized, humming as it gathered force.

Its edge sharpened, as if capable of piercing all.

Parallel Edicts erupted, birthing countless overlapping timelines around him.

A spectacle of cosmic proportions.

To look upon it was to face the multiverse itself.

For within each formed timeline stood a vast Xu Qing, gazing down from the heavens like descending celestial beings.

Such pressure was naturally terrifying.

On the statue, guards and Wardens securing the entrances trembled violently.

The guards shook, their alien bodies quaking under the human-dominated rule, now overwhelmed by Xu Qing’s boundless aura as if beholding an immortal.

The two Wardens breathed raggedly, their dread deeper still.

That sensation of facing a True Immortal—overpowering.

“He is no True Immortal… yet this pressure nears its limit…”

Awe filled their hearts, yet relief followed.

They saw clearly: the divine rebellion, crushed by Xu Qing’s dual suppression within and without, was now harmless.

Fact remained as such: the deities here had indeed been imprisoned before. Though they harbored thoughts of rebellion, everything was not yet prepared.

Their hasty uprising now naturally bore many shortcomings.

Thus, gradually, the divine presence waned, slowly settling into calm.

Yet Xu Qing’s expression did not ease with this tranquility; instead, it grew graver, the tension within him undiminished, even intensifying.

For he sensed it—a thread of profoundly obscure revival stirring within the statue.

This scene was not unfamiliar to him!

“Back in the outer seas of Wanggu Continent, Master Brother and I, at Yuliu Chen’s bidding, became bait… lured beyond the sea to help Him fish…”

“At that time, the prey He sought was a returning True God!”

“The sensation then… mirrors this very moment!”

Almost as Xu Qing’s thoughts surged, the statue housing the Divine Prison roared, as if an irresistible force erupted from within.

Towering, overwhelming!

Golden rays burst forth from the statue, unobscured by the swaying kelp, divine breaths piercing the sky.

Forming alien pillars of mist, they pulled toward the heavens.

Whispers capable of twisting the mind now echoed from the prison, making every listener’s face blanch.

Simultaneously, the earth churned. From countless entrances, figures shot upward in haste.

Emerging were the ascended cultivators—Xinghuanzi, Xielingzi, Li Mengtu, Yuanshan Su, and Qianjun Biyi among them.

Each bore solemn expressions; many were wounded. Zhou Zhengli stood among them. As he soared free, his voice cut through the air.

“Master, most rebellious deities below are suppressed, but their ritual was completed—irreversible.”

“They are reviving a True God!”

Almost as Zhou Zhengli’s words faded, the spider-shaped statue trembled anew, a deafening boom shaking the land.

The surface cracked, fissures spreading like veins. The statue’s closed eyes, amidst the upheaval, seemed poised to open.

And from the void, a certain pull arrived—a true name coalescing, merging with the whispers, sharpening them into a call for a name!

“Bimosi!”

“BIMOSI!!”

“BIMOSI!!!”

A True God never perishes. So long as the true name endures, so long as memory remains, even in death, He shall return!

Now, a Fifth Star-Ring True God, once suppressed by cultivators…

He was returning!

The spider statue continued to fracture. All cultivators upon it now took flight, expressions shifting in varying degrees.

Xu Qing’s remained stern.

His mind flashed to Yuliu Chen…

At that moment, beyond the prison’s edge, the stellar vortex of cosmic dust thundered. The Four Heavens’ bands twisted, alien energies festering, divine breaths rising—coalescing into a voice, cold as ice, searing every cultivator’s soul.

“I am Bimosi…”

This voice unraveled minds, tainting thoughts.

Some bled from seven orifices, flesh seeming to tear from bone, as if countless stray notions surged—each demanding independence.

This was the might of a True God!

Yet before the divine voice could fade, battle-lust blazed in Xu Qing’s eyes.

“When Yuliu Chen, at Divine Platform Realm, plotted against a True God…”

“If He could… then with my strength now, facing this weakened, returning deity… it is not impossible!”

Xu Qing’s murderous intent burned fierce.

He raised his hand—

His immortal embryo flared, the blade’s edge unveiled. Realities peeled back like pages; all his pent-up force…

Exploded!

Will make up tomorrow.

Apologies, everyone. Spent the day traveling, handling matters elsewhere. Left at dawn, returned at night, landed an hour ago.

Thought I could write, so didn’t request leave—but overestimated myself. Utterly drained.

Will make up tomorrow.

Deeply sorry.