I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 272 Mother Lishan
"Do you know your crime?"

The Lord of the Netherworld raised his hand gently. His black robe looked like a bottomless abyss in the dim firelight. His voice was like a broken blade cutting through the air. "A mere demigod from another world dared to sneak into the Buzhou Divine Mountain. You really don't take us, the gods of the prehistoric world, seriously!"

The old mother of Mount Li opened her mouth, but could only make hoarse and broken sounds, unable to refute.

The heroes around either watched the interrogation coldly or talked in low voices.

For them, no matter why this "foreign god" broke in, touching the taboo of Mount Buzhou would lead to death.

Above the sky, dark clouds rolled and thunder and lightning flickered, as if playing an ancient elegy for the chaotic world shrouded in the long night.

The Assembly of All Gods, like the most luxurious and ruthless carnival in the ancient times, continued to unfold on the top of Mount Buzhou.

On the altar square, the strong men were either sitting or squatting, testing each other, chatting and laughing, their supernatural powers and momentum clashing invisibly, as if any glance was enough to trigger a terrifying storm.

However, behind this seemingly lively event, every bit of noise carries a cruel background, and the shadows of blood and fire lurk under everyone's feet.

Not far away, the Lord of the Underworld sat high on the shadowy throne, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

Although he was communicating with a certain god through his divine thoughts, the pressure emanating from him still enveloped the entire scene. Even though he did not make a sound, the numerous demons and gods did not dare to make the slightest movement.

The Old Mother of Mount Li was being held tightly in the center of the altar by the Netherworld Guards. She was shackled, covered in blood, and dying.

She was originally a peak demigod with awe-inspiring strength, but under the torture and torment she had endured over the past few days, her body had collapsed and her soul was as dim as a candle in the wind.

However, even with this dying body, it still remained stubborn and never bowed its head.

The Lord of the Underworld imposed layers of punishment on her, repeatedly interrogating her about her origins and intentions, but she remained silent throughout.

Even though her flesh was torn to pieces and her bones were broken, she could not be forced to utter a single word.

The many gods and demons watching around were either secretly in awe or sneering with disdain.

Li Qingyun hid among the human followers with a stern expression.

Under the guise of serving tea and water, he moved back and forth between the high-ranking gods and demons with his head lowered and his eyes submissive, but in fact he secretly focused all his attention on the Old Mother of Mount Li.

Seeing how she suffered but never confessed, he felt an indescribable respect and sorrow in his heart.

"Mother...what secrets are you hiding? How can I rescue you?"

He sighed secretly, but he knew that the laws of the ancient world were ruthless, and the Lord of the Underworld wanted to establish his authority, so he would not let this "foreign god" get away easily.

What's more, if this place really harbors hostility towards the Song Dynasty gods who have reversed time and space, if I am not careful, I will inevitably become the target of the conference.

However, the person involved, the Old Mother of Mount Li, still refused to admit it at this juncture, as if she would rather be torn to pieces than let the gods and demons of the ancient times succeed.

Suddenly, the old mother of Mount Li, who was being held captive by the guards, turned her eyes slightly, as if she was looking for something.

When her cloudy and lifeless eyes found Li Qingyun among the boiling crowd of gods and demons, she actually revealed a faint smile - that smile was like a flower withering in despair, weak and desolate, but full of the tragic grandeur of going to death with honor.

Li Qingyun's heart suddenly trembled:
She's looking at me! What...does she mean?
The old mother of Mount Li moved her lips with difficulty, but in the end no sound came out.

But there was no fear or resentment in his eyes, as if he had seen through life and death, with only the last trace of obsession remaining in his heart.

At that moment, Li Qingyun seemed to understand her hidden wish.

"You want me to...take away your godhood?"

Li Qingyun was shocked and a thought flashed through his mind.

Although he did not know what the Old Mother of Mount Li’s plan was, nor did he understand why She knew that he had the ability to seize the godhood, he vaguely felt that this was the reason why she had held on until now and was still persisting.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated - he quickly performed some divination and confirmed the intention of the Lishan Mother.

This demigod who once saved humanity is now in dire straits. If she gives the signal personally, that is what he should do.

Li Qingyun immediately had an idea and secretly summoned the "Mysterious Palace".

In order not to attract the attention of any gods, Li Qingyun carefully mobilized his true energy and only used the "Law of Nirvana" in an instant.

A wisp of silent dark aura escaped from his sleeves, like an invisible blade, piercing into the body of the Lishan Mother through the air.

The Netherworld guards who were on full alert nearby were unaware of anything; even a true god like the Lord of the Netherworld was perfectly obscured by the power of the palace and could not capture any of Li Qingyun's movements at all.

Although the Old Mother of Mount Li was like a withered skeleton, she still gathered the last bit of her spiritual power and tacitly opened the seal in her body, allowing Li Qingyun to draw out the demigodhood that belonged to her.

Only a faint light remained from that divine being, but it still emanated a majestic and ancient aura, which showed how powerful she had been in the past.

In the end, Li Qingyun absorbed the light into the mysterious palace deep in his body and sealed it by the palace itself.

The whole process takes only a few heartbeats.

The many gods and demons in front of them only saw that the Old Mother of Mount Li’s face suddenly froze, and then she trembled violently twice, a mouthful of black blood spurted out from the corner of her mouth, and then she stopped breathing in an instant - the last wisp of soul fire was also completely extinguished.

"What, what's going on?"

The Netherworld guards cried out in unison. The soldier who had been holding her shoulders tightly suddenly discovered that she had become a cold corpse, with her heart and soul completely destroyed.

The gods and demons below the stage also showed expressions of surprise and doubt: how could this "foreign god" be still alive half a moment ago, so he suddenly died?
Could it be that he couldn't hold on due to his serious injuries?

However, she died before she could even say a word, which made the judgment of the Lord of the Underworld meaningless.

On the high seat, the Lord of the Netherworld had ended the communication with his divine thoughts. He looked over when he heard the voice, his sword-like brows slightly furrowed, and he glanced coldly at the remains of the Lishan Old Mother:
"You committed suicide?"

He found it hard to imagine that she could break free from the soul chain he had set up, and he had not noticed any interference from outside forces, so he made this conclusion: this "foreign god" would rather use secret methods to disperse her soul than leave him any clues.

Initially, he wanted to use her to find traces of the "Outer Gods", but now that his plan failed, he became furious, with black flames all around him, causing many gods and demons to change color.

"Humph……"

The Lord of the Underworld's eyes turned cold, but he did not lose his composure. After all, he was the lord of a world, and the event was still going on, so it was not appropriate for him to get angry in public.

He simply raised his hand and flicked it lightly, and the black flame instantly turned into countless gray-black chains, which wrapped around the already stiff body of the Lishan Mother and burned it to ashes in mid-air.

Everyone saw with their own eyes that her body turned into ashes and disappeared in the wind, and even her soul was completely annihilated in the netherworld fire.

The hundreds of gods and demons watching from the audience were all filled with sighs. This "foreign god" ended his life in the prehistoric world in such an abrupt way, which was truly shocking.

Some secretly thought it was a pity, while others sneered and thought she was courting death.

Most people don’t care at all. The life and death of outsiders has nothing to do with them.

Only Li Qingyun clenched his fists in the dark.

Although he knew that the Old Mother of Mount Li had sacrificed herself to entrust the demigodhood to him in order to preserve the last bit of Her inheritance, Li Qingyun still could not suppress the deep grief and anger in his heart when he saw the body turned into ashes.

Why did this great god want to enter this prehistoric world? What did he do in Buzhou Mountain to attract such hatred from the Lord of the Netherworld?

These questions were all settled with His death. Perhaps the answers would only come later when the memories in her godhead were explored. However, the Lord of the Underworld was extremely displeased with this scene, but he did not stop here for too long.

He glanced coldly at the gods and demons below the stage and said in a low voice:
"Since the Outer God is dead, there is no need to re-examine her. As for the power behind her, I will definitely find another way to track her down... Now, the meeting continues."

After saying this, he waved his sleeves and sat back on the dark throne, not caring at all about the blood and burnt ashes all over the stage, and only asked the guards to roughly clear a space.

Upon hearing this, the demon kings, devil lords and even gods immediately stopped whispering and resumed their sitting posture.

After all, the purpose of this Pantheon Conference is not only to judge the "foreign gods", but more importantly to divide the interests of forces in the wilderness and discuss strategies to fight against foreign enemies.

The old mother of Mount Li is dead, and that’s it.

Li Qingyun stood at the end of the team, his heart trembling.

He recalled the resolute smile of the Old Mother of Mount Li just now, which seemed to have handed all the weight to him:
"Mother, I will never let your sacrifice be in vain..."

He made a silent vow in his heart.

At this moment, he could clearly feel the demigod light hidden in the mysterious palace in his body. Although it was faint, it symbolized the last wish of the Mother of Mount Li - perhaps there was still a trace of will left.

As long as my cultivation level improves in the future, maybe I can make her come back, or at least reshape her mind.

During the meeting, the Lord of the Underworld raised his hand slightly, signaling the gods to be quiet.

The dark royal robe rolled in the air like a tide, and his voice was cold and murderous:

"Even though the foreign gods have died, their power may not have truly retreated. As far as I know, several space-time rifts have appeared recently, and this is by no means accidental.

"Although our wild land is vast and boundless, there is no shortage of covetous voyeurs... What do you think?"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar on and off the stage. The demon kings, devil lords, and gods looked at each other with strong vigilance in their eyes.

It turns out that one of the core topics of this Pantheon Conference is how to deal with the invasion of "foreign gods".

The Old Mother of Mount Li is just a prelude. The forces behind those cracks are the most terrifying threats that the prehistoric world needs to guard against the most.

"According to the speculation of our elders, those space-time cracks may lead to another world, where the forms and laws of life are different from those in the prehistoric world..."

A demon king with silver feathers spoke up in a thunderous voice, "If they invade on a large scale, it will definitely shake the foundation of our prehistoric world. Our demon race should actively prepare for war to avoid accidents."

"Hey, you little boy from the demon tribe, if that outer god really comes, I'm afraid he will first set fire to your wild land, leaving you without even enough time to cry."

Not far away, a demon general grinned fiercely, with spikes on his face, and his tone was full of provocation, "My demon clan has already organized its troops. If there is any disturbance, they will be made to shed blood!"

Some ancient gods seemed quite confident, and said:
"My God Clan's laws are complete, so why should we fear foreign ants? We only need to condense the God Formation to destroy them."

But more forces remained silent, as if they were secretly calculating their own countermeasures.

After all, although the prehistoric land is vast, the various tribes have always been fighting with each other. If they really want to unite to fight against foreign enemies, they cannot avoid being wary of each other.

The Lord of the Underworld looked at the commotion below without making any comment. His deep gaze swept over everyone, sometimes landing on a powerful person. Many people immediately stopped arguing, fearing that they would displease him.

After a long silence, he spoke again, his voice as cold as iron:

"The invasion of the foreign gods is the greatest enemy of the prehistoric world. Whether you agree or not, you must form an alliance to fight against them. If I find out who dares to communicate with the foreign gods secretly, the consequences will be borne by themselves."

These words were like an imperial decree, and representatives of all major forces dared not neglect them.

They may have other plans in mind, but on the surface they all nodded in agreement, indicating that they would do their best to encircle and suppress the Outer Gods.

After all, no tribe would risk being labeled as an "accomplice of the foreign gods" and being punished on the spot by the Lord of the Underworld, like the Old Mother of Mount Li.

Li Qingyun watched this turbulent meeting quietly from the outside with mixed feelings.

The death of the Old Mother of Mount Li was like a wake-up call, ringing at the Assembly of All Gods, forcing the gods to be wary of the name of "Outer Gods".

Here, the various tribes in the prehistoric world continued to discuss the issue. Some suggested dispatching a large army to guard the cracks near Mount Buzhou; others proposed building "God's Gates" in many fortresses such as the East Desert and the West Desert to prevent foreign gods from sneaking in.

Some people even suggested that they should not only defend, but also try to invade the other world in reverse to prevent future troubles... All kinds of ideas exposed the fear and greed of the various forces in the prehistoric world for the unknown.

After listening to the discussion, the Lord of the Netherworld said calmly:

"I have taken note of your suggestions. But this alone is not enough. Since the outer gods dare to plot against Mount Buzhou, they must have unusual means. We must first eliminate the hidden dangers within the prehistoric world..."

As he spoke, he swept his eyes across the field, causing many powerful men to feel a chill in their hearts.

It seems that as long as this powerful ninth-level master who dominates the underworld gives an order, he can set off a clearing storm and kill all suspicious people.

Seeing this, Li Qingyun felt that the situation was even more dangerous.

Fortunately, at this moment the powerful ones have no intention of targeting the human race, and are all busy assigning guards and exploring cracks.

The Lord of the Underworld requires all races to cooperate and complement each other's resources. If anyone refuses to comply, they will be regarded as a "potential rebel."

Many of the shrewd men on the field immediately smiled bitterly, knowing that the Lord of the Underworld wanted to centralize power, but no one could do anything about it. After all, he was a peak True God and commanded the Underworld Legion. Who would dare to disobey him?

Li Qingyun had a blank expression on his face as he quietly took note of this information.

He had to wait until the end of the conference and use the night to search for clues about the divinity left by the Mother of Mount Li in order to uncover her true purpose of entering the prehistoric world.

During this period of time, he could only suppress all his excitement so as not to arouse suspicion from the Lord of the Underworld and others.

At the same time, Hanba also led several human warriors to work outside, serving tea and fruit, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

She glanced at Li Qingyun out of the corner of her eye, and her eyes repeatedly signaled "stay calm and don't act rashly."

Li Qingyun nodded in understanding and suppressed his inner fluctuations.

He knew that the current situation was extremely dangerous. Even his mother in Mount Li died on the spot. If he continued to act stubbornly, the consequences would be even more tragic.

However, the humiliation and grief in my heart are difficult to relieve.

Looking at the gods on the stage chatting and laughing, discussing how to deal with the outer gods, as if the torture and tragic death just now were nothing, how could he not be heartbroken?
"God? What is a god?"

Li Qingyun couldn't help but ask angrily in his heart.

Are those who are so cold, cruel, and indifferent to the lives of others really worthy of being called "gods"? Perhaps they are just the most domineering monsters in the prehistoric world.

He lowered his head and suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes.

Now, he could only pretend to be an inconspicuous servant, timidly handing a cup of new tea to a certain demon lord, and then hurriedly retreating.

It was not until the demon king waved his hand impatiently that he left immediately as if he had been pardoned...

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(End of this chapter)