I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 271: The Grand Gathering of All Gods
Li Qingyun led a group of humans and trekked through the wilderness for nearly a month. During this time, they killed countless giant beasts that were rampant in the mountains and also fought a bloody battle with the ferocious birds that lurked in the mountains.

Every fight was extremely thrilling. If it weren't for Li Qingyun's extraordinary cultivation, the help of Hanba's firepower, and the joint fighting of the human warriors, they would probably not have been able to move even a step.

Fortunately, they fought and moved forward all the way, and finally arrived at the foot of Mount Buzhou in the afternoon of a certain day when dusk was approaching.

Mount Buzhou, according to legend, is the pillar of all worlds and the most famous mountain in the ancient world.

Looking up, you can see the majestic mountains reaching into the clouds, with the swirling mist swirling around the top of the mountains like a giant dragon.

Layers of dark shadows and strange lights flow among the secluded peaks, and just one glance at them will fill one with boundless awe.

The ancient rocks seem to be engraved with the marks of time, and endless mysterious runes are looming, as if the mountain is a piece of silk, recording the unknown secrets of the ancient times.

Li Qingyun paused slightly, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

The remnants of this sacred mountain were sealed in his body. Although magnificent, it had long been in ruins. Now that he witnessed with his own eyes the magnificent scene of the ancient times, his heart was inevitably filled with waves.

Although he had heard of the name "Pillar of Heaven" before, he was far less shocked than seeing it with his own eyes - this mountain range is not only about geography, but also about the order of heaven and earth.

Hanba was breathing slightly beside him, with sadness and unwillingness in his eyes.

Because, although Mount Buzhou is magnificent, it is not a paradise that the human race can easily enjoy.

On the contrary, this place is regarded as the absolute core by many powerful forces in the prehistoric world, and the humbleness of the human race will be infinitely magnified here.

A huge crowd of people had already gathered at the square at the foot of the mountain, and they were all acting in an orderly manner.

There are demons with feathers on their bodies and strange bones on their backs; there are monsters with ferocious faces and murderous aura; there are also some gods with divine light all around them, like gods from heaven. They are on guard against each other here, but they greet each other from time to time. The atmosphere is eerie, but also as prosperous as a market.

Li Qingyun walked through the crowd and could feel that the weakest one around him was actually a cultivator of the sixth realm who could easily crush ordinary people; and those who could hold high positions were all peerless powerful people who were demigods of the seventh realm or even sub-gods of the eighth realm.

"Such an occasion is indeed extraordinary."

Hanba lowered his voice and frowned.

Although she was the leader of a large human tribe, she was inevitably frightened when faced with the overwhelming pressure from the ancient times.

Li Qingyun nodded secretly. Here, if one was not careful, he would be crushed into powder by the tremendous power. He had to be extremely cautious.

As the group continued to climb the mountainside, they saw hundreds of stone steps winding up to the sky, with golden-armored dragon guards standing on both sides.

Those dragons were all burly, with metallic scales and arrogant looks, like nobles looking down on the world.

When they saw Li Qingyun, Hanba and other humans approaching, there was a hint of mockery in their eyes.

Some leaders even waved their dragon scales lazily and laughed:
"Hey, get away! This is the way to heaven, how can you ants approach it casually?"

The veins on Hanba's forehead twitched slightly, but he forced himself to restrain himself.

If she hadn't taken the overall interests of the human race into consideration, she would have been furious and started a bloody battle with him.

Li Qingyun held her arm, suggesting that she should not act rashly.

Although he was not afraid of these dragons, he did not want to bring about greater disaster.

Especially on Mount Buzhou, there are countless demons, monster kings and gods gathered here. Once a war breaks out, the consequences will be difficult to deal with.

Finally, they passed the strict inspection of the dragon clan and were able to step onto a magnificent cloud platform.

This place is the venue of the "Gathering of All Gods" and also the center where countless forces in the ancient world gather.

There are four huge gates on the cloud platform, and behind the gates there is a void formation. From time to time, figures with luxurious or imposing manners step out, all of them are top powers from all over the world.

Among them, there were demon kings wearing colorful feathers and surrounded by arcs of electricity; there were also demon lords with blood-red hair and magic clouds under their feet; and there were also ancient gods with noble temperaments and golden light. Just a glance at those strong men would make people feel thunder and shake their souls.

"It's such a grand occasion, yet it's so terrifying."

There was a trace of horror in Hanba's eyes. After all, there were demigods of the seventh realm and sub-gods of the eighth realm everywhere in this Yuntai. They could overturn mountains and rivers with a casual blow. What's more, there was also the rumored true god of the ninth realm to support them?

Li Qingyun nodded slightly while watching the situation on the field:
"It really lives up to its reputation."

Just as the two were shocked, a team of golden-armored guards suddenly appeared, and the leader was also a seventh-level demon dragon.

He glanced at Li Qingyun and Hanba, and noticed the eighty-one boys escorting them, and contempt instantly flashed in his eyes.

He yawned and waved his hand dismissively:

"Are these the children that you humans sent as sacrifice? If so, wait to the left quickly and don't block the road."

Li Qingyun was angry, but he could guess that the two emperors Yan and Huang must have made a backup plan. He could not act rashly and could only endure it. However, he saw the dragon guard use his nails to lift the chin of a boy who was only six or seven years old, sneering:

"Oh, these little things are so weak, they don't even look like they have much flesh."

The child turned pale with fright, and the remaining boys looked terrified, but they all bit their lips silently, as if they had already accepted their fate.

Hanba's palms were shaking, and he gritted his teeth and shouted:
"Let go!"

Unexpectedly, the dragon refused to give in at all. It grinned and lightly scratched the boy's cheek with its claws. Then it casually let go and smacked its lips as if tasting some tempting delicacy:

"Forget it, so as not to dirty my claws."

Li Qingyun was about to explode with anger, but he restrained himself in the end.

He forced a murderous intent into his brows and said sternly:

"If you do anything excessive again, don't blame me for being rude!"

The dragon looked at Li Qingyun and sensed the unique primordial aura on him. He then glanced at the hot aura around Hanba and knew that they were not ordinary demigods. He had no choice but to restrain himself a little. With a "humph", he signaled his men to escort the boys to the camp at the back.

"Humans, remember that you are only worshippers. There is no place for you in the Pantheon!"

He sneered a few more times before walking away. Hanba clenched his fists tightly, but could only endure the humiliation.

Li Qingyun frowned and thought:

"How can we reverse this situation?"

After all these twists and turns, although Li Qingyun and Hanba were qualified to participate in the so-called "All Gods Conference", they did not have a seat as guests of honor. The two were arranged at the edge of the cloud platform, doing some service work like a few human followers, such as serving tea and pouring water. It was as if they were instantly beaten back to dust - even if their cultivation was considered good in some places in the prehistoric world, they were extremely humble here.

When Li Qingyun looked towards the center of the platform, he saw it was paved with gorgeous jade, and huge statues stood on all four sides, symbolizing the totems of different ethnic groups.

The lights on the stage were brilliant, and divine power flowed like a river or sea, shining like a colorful and strange festival.

Countless powerful men either sat majestically or deliberately showed off their power.

Some people used thunder and lightning to emit lightning on the spot, some used magic fire to create wonders, and some covered the whole area with demonic energy.

It is like a myriad of illusions intertwined together, dazzling the eyes, yet concealing infinite murderous intent.

"This 'bustling and lively' scene is more like invisible swords and sabers..." Hanba murmured. She witnessed the collision of various forces, and the ridicule and greetings in their words were behind the trend of each of them competing for the resources of the prehistoric world.

Unfortunately, the human race is weak and can only bow down in the corners. Isn’t it miserable?

Li Qingyun looked calm, holding a cup of tea to hide his anger.

The demon followers at the side sneered at him, and the demon guards also sneered at him.

He did not answer, but pondered secretly, waiting for his chance to act.

The rumbling thunder seemed to shake the sky, and suddenly exploded above the cloud platform.

The originally noisy Pantheon Assembly was suddenly struck into deathly silence by the thunder-like sound.

Countless demon kings, devil lords, and gods below the stage stopped talking and looked up at the dark crack that suddenly opened in the air, as if the gate of heaven had opened wide from the depths of the underworld, bringing with it indescribable gloom and oppression.

At this moment, Li Qingyun was holding a pot of bronze carved teacup and standing at the side of the platform with his head lowered.

He caught sight of these top warriors from the prehistoric worlds. They were either sitting or standing proudly, but they all stood up the moment the rift opened, with a strong sense of vigilance and awe in their eyes. This made his heart tighten suddenly: the only person who could make the demons, monsters, and gods restrain their arrogance at the same time was a person who had reached the peak of the ninth level of true gods.

In an instant, darkness and gold intertwined into a column of light, breaking through the void and falling from the sky.

The crack in the air expanded to dozens of feet wide in an instant, like a huge mouth ready to devour someone.

In the center of the light column, a slender figure gradually emerged, surrounded by layers of ghostly shadows, as if the abyss had taken shape and was roaring softly beside it.

Li Qingyun raised his head slightly, and felt an invisible majesty pressing down on him, almost corroding his soul, causing him to hold his breath.

"coming……"

Hanba stood close to Li Qingyun, one hand clenched into a fist, but he forced himself to remain calm.

She vaguely felt that the man in black robe who suddenly appeared must be the ninth-level true god who presided over the Pantheon Conference in the legend, the strongest person in the Hades Way - the Lord of the Underworld.

According to legend, this being was originally the supreme will born from the depths of the underworld. After countless epochs of transformation, it has surpassed the peak of the ninth realm and is even only half a step away from the legendary position of the "Supreme God".

The beam of light faded away, and a throne surrounded by dark shadows appeared in the center of the platform.

The throne seemed to be forged from the resentment of tens of millions of ghosts, with black flames faintly burning at the edges and whispers like a curse emanating from the flames.

The Lord of the Underworld was wearing a pitch-black royal robe and sitting on the throne. His eyes were cold, as if he could see through all living beings.

He was not tall, but his deep divine power froze the air around him.

The many powerful men who were originally standing solemnly on the cloud platform, when his eyes passed by, their hearts fluttered as if they were cut by a knife, and they dared not act rashly.

"The Pantheon, start—"

The Lord of the Underworld uttered four words in an unhurried voice, yet it carried a mighty power that could shake the heavens and crack the earth.

As he shouted, the sky seemed to be twisted in the opposite direction, and the wind and clouds rolled back; at the same time, lightning flashed from the depths of the clouds, illuminating the interlaced shadows of the people below the stage, as if it was the end of the world.

An invisible door opened in mid-air and the earth trembled faintly, as if awakened by ancient divine power.

The gods of various tribes around immediately stood up and put their hands down, as if they were paying homage to the king of the ancient times, with a respectful expression.

"So strong..."

Li Qingyun held the teacup, feeling a slight chill on his back. Although he was also a demigod master, he was far inferior to the ninth level true god.

The mere power of the throne that was dozens of feet away was enough to shake his heart. If it weren't for his own divine power to support him, he would have fallen to his knees under such divine power.

As the Lord of the Underworld finished speaking, the entire platform fell into a brief moment of absolute silence.

Only the whistling wind swirled around the mountain top, and the faint flashes of lightning sometimes brightened and sometimes dimmed, giving the scene an eerie feeling.

Not long after, a team of ghostly guards suddenly appeared behind the stage. They were all wearing pitch-black armor and holding ferocious long spears, like the souls of hell obeying the orders of the King of Dark Night.

They escorted a blood-stained figure that slowly appeared - the figure looked like a piece of rotten wood, with a weak breath, and could fall down in the cold wind at any time.

"This is an alien god who broke into the prehistoric world from another time and space, intending to subvert the laws of our world. His crime is unforgivable. Today, he will be punished in public!"

As soon as the Lord of the Underworld finished his grim words, a low commotion broke out from the audience.

Some demon kings and devil lords exchanged glances, seemingly secretly wondering who this "foreign god" was and why he acted so boldly.

However, most gods just watched the fun with an indifferent expression and did not make a sound.

The Netherworld Guards said nothing and threw the dying figure in the center.

The man had an old face, disheveled white hair, and bloodstains all over his robe.

His muscles seemed to have been brutally ravaged and were on the verge of collapse, but he still had a little spiritual strength left.

Li Qingyun accidentally glanced at the man, but was struck by lightning. He was stunned and almost dropped the teacup in his hand.

"Li...Mother of Mount Li?"

Although he had never seen this powerful demigod, he recognized him at a glance because of the familiar aura that was closely related to Mount Li.

Countless thoughts flashed through Li Qingyun's mind.

It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get it.

He had never imagined that the Old Mother of Mount Li, whom he had tried so hard to find, would appear in this way at the Assembly of All Gods - dying and at the mercy of others.

The demigod who was said to have immense magical powers and a benevolent heart was now thrown on the stage like a walking corpse, to be mocked by all races.

As if sensing a familiar breath, the Old Mother of Mount Li raised her head slightly, but she could no longer see the figure in front of her.

Her mind fell into deep chaos, and she was only able to survive with her remaining will.

The pale lips trembled, but it was difficult to utter a complete sentence. Every inch of skin was as gray as death.

Li Qingyun clenched his fists in his sleeves, and his joints made a creaking sound.

He wanted to rush forward and help Lishan's mother up, but reason told him that this would be tantamount to suicide.

At the Ten Thousand Gods Assembly, the Ninth Realm True God was in charge - every move was under the watchful eyes of countless powerful people.

If he acted rashly, he would be completely crushed in an instant. Not only would he fail to save the Old Mother of Mount Li, but Hanba and his entire tribe would also be buried with her.

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(End of this chapter)