Mythology: Erlang Shen begins to show his divine power in the heavens

Chapter 246, Fierce Battle with Gonggong

With the addition of the Shu Kingdom, the clashes between the two sides became even more intense, and on this day, the final battle finally arrived.

On the vast plains of the Central Plains, the wind howled and sand and stones flew, as if trembling in anticipation of the final showdown.

The armies of the Xuanyuan clan and the Shennong clan stood like two torrents of steel on opposite sides of the plain, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The Xuanyuan clan's army was well-organized, their armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight, like a silver ocean.

The shield bearers in the front row held huge bronze shields, closely linked together, forming an impregnable defensive line. The dragon patterns carved on the shields seemed ready to take flight at any moment.

The spearmen in the back row held their spears diagonally to the sky, the tips gleaming coldly, like a steel jungle.

The cavalrymen sat astride their tall warhorses, which pawed restlessly and neighed. The riders held long swords, their eyes revealing fearless fighting spirit, as if they were about to charge into the enemy ranks and cut down their enemies at any moment.

At the forefront of the army, Xuanyuan Shi wore magnificent and heavy armor, holding a longsword that symbolized power and majesty. Runes shimmered on the sword, radiating a mysterious power.

His gaze was firm and sharp, like an eagle surveying its prey, fixed on the Shennong army opposite him. The kingly aura emanating from him greatly boosted the morale of the surrounding soldiers.

The army of Shennong was equally imposing.

Although the soldiers' armor was not as ornate as that of the Xuanyuan clan, it exuded simplicity and resilience.

Their flags fluttered in the wind, the patterns of grains on them representing the foundation and heritage of their tribe.

The infantrymen carried all sorts of weapons, including battle axes, spears, and short swords. Each weapon was polished to a shine, as if telling the story of its master's bravery.

The archers stood in neat rows, their quivers filled with arrows. They stood tall and focused, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any moment.

In the center of the army, Shennong rode in a chariot pulled by four strong oxen. His face was solemn, and his eyes revealed his indomitable spirit and determination.

Beside him stood the leader of the Gonggong clan, tall and imposing, exuding a wild aura. He gripped a massive stone axe tightly in his hand, the blade still bearing the marks of past battles, as if proclaiming his bravery and fearlessness to his enemies.

Behind both armies, the figures of numerous deities appeared and disappeared, exuding a powerful and chilling aura.

Behind the Xuanyuan army, Yinglong's enormous body hovered in the air, its body engulfed in golden flames that illuminated half the sky.

Its dragon scales shimmered with dazzling light, like pieces of golden gems, each containing immense power.

Yinglong's eyes were as bright as lanterns as he gazed at the battlefield ahead, his eyes filled with majesty and domineering power. His presence seemed to place the entire Xuanyuan army in an invisible shield.

Behind Shennong's army, the god of Leize was enormous, his body crackling with lightning and constantly rumbling.

Each time he raised his hand, a thick bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

The God of Thunder now exudes an exceptionally powerful aura, as if he had gained considerable benefits from his previous fusion with Yinglong Linyuan.

The aura it exudes at this moment seems to be almost on par with Yinglong's.

Gonggong stood to the side, his long hair flying wildly, surrounded by surging water power. The water swirled and roared around him, as if it could turn into a raging storm at any moment and rush towards the enemy.

Their presence convinced Shennong's soldiers that they were protected by the gods, and their morale soared.

The Yellow Emperor, Xuanyuan, sat atop a tall chariot, his gaze sweeping over the surging crowd to Shennong Yandi, who was also riding in a chariot opposite him, and shouted loudly:

"Shennong, today's battle is unavoidable for both of us. But before we begin, I would like to have one more talk with you."

Shennong Yandi nodded slightly, his expression solemn, and replied:
"Xuanyuan, speak your mind. We have fought side by side for many years, but now we must turn against each other. This is not what I want."

The Yellow Emperor sighed deeply and said:

"After the Battle of Zhuolu, the world was initially at peace, and people should have been able to recuperate and live in peace. But now, the various forces are fighting each other again, and the flames of war have reignited. It is the common people who suffer the most."

I had thought that if we joined forces, we could quell the chaos and bring peace and prosperity to the people.

Obviously, this was just talk.

The real reason for their war was simply the right to establish the North Pole of the sky.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Shennong Yandi's eyes.
"I share the same sentiment. However, the world is rife with conflicting interests, and the demands of various tribes are difficult to satisfy. Accepting Gonggong was also intended to strengthen our power, better balance the various factions, and maintain order. I never expected that we would end up like this."

The Yellow Emperor gripped his longsword tightly, the runes on its blade flickering erratically.
"Shennong, you and I both know that the world cannot remain divided for long. Regardless of victory or defeat in today's battle, I hope to end this endless war."

If I win, I will govern the world with benevolence and virtue, treat every tribe kindly, and ensure the peace and tranquility of the people; if you win, I hope you will not fail the people of this world and will bring peace to everyone.

Shennong Yandi's gaze was firm.

"Xuanyuan, you and I are both tribal leaders, bearing the hopes of our people. Since our Shennong clan was founded, we have been working for the well-being of our people, teaching them farming, and tasting hundreds of herbs to cure diseases."

Today's battle is solely for the defense of my tribe's dignity and the protection of my people's peaceful lives. If war breaks out, I will fight with all my might.

Upon hearing this, the Yellow Emperor's eyes blazed, and he proclaimed loudly:
"Since that's the case, there's no point in saying more. Today, let the world witness who is the true chosen one who can lead all living beings to peace!"

After saying this, he suddenly swung his long sword and pointed it at the Shennong clan's army.

Shennong Yandi was equally unyielding, raising the scepter that symbolized tribal power and letting out a loud shout.

In an instant, war drums sounded from both sides, and shouts of battle shook the heavens. This ultimate battle, which would determine the fate of the Central Plains, officially began.

The soldiers surged toward the enemy like a tidal wave, the sounds of clashing metal, hoofbeats, and shouts mingling together, and the entire battlefield was instantly engulfed in flames.

Yinglong, along with the god of Leize and Gonggong, also gained a surge of power, preparing to display their divine might in this great battle.

Yinglong's enormous body hovered in mid-air, its body ablaze with golden flames that dyed the surrounding clouds a brilliant gold.

Its majestic gaze locked onto the God of Thunder, and its voice rang out like a booming bell:
"I didn't expect you to choose to help Shennong. You should be able to see clearly that the tide is on our side!"

The God of Thunder was surrounded by crackling lightning and deafening roars. His face was hidden in the lightning, making him appear mysterious and unpredictable.

Upon hearing Yinglong's words, he shook his head slightly, his voice low but firm:

"The will of Heaven is hard to defy."

His words, though brief, seemed to contain endless profound meaning, as if he had already discerned some unspeakable trajectory of fate.

A glint flashed in Yinglong's eyes, as if he instantly understood the meaning of the God of Thunder, and he muttered to himself:
"Destiny, huh? I see. Then there's nothing more to say!"

It suddenly stretched out its dragon body, its scales shimmering with dazzling light, each one seemingly gathering world-destroying power.

"You seem to have gained quite a bit of benefit from the God of Candle Dragon. Let me see it!" As soon as he finished speaking, Yinglong took the lead in attacking. It spewed out a thick pillar of golden flames, which surged towards the God of Thunder Swamp like a golden torrent.

Wherever the flames passed, the air was scorched and distorted, emitting a sizzling sound.

Seeing this, the God of Thunder remained calm. With a wave of his hand, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket shot out from his palm, heading straight for the golden pillar of fire.

Lightning and flames met in the air, and in an instant, the light shone brightly, followed by a deafening roar that seemed to make the heavens and earth tremble.

The powerful shockwave from the explosion spread outwards, affecting the troops below, with many soldiers being knocked to the ground by the force.

To avoid disturbing others, Yinglong and the God of Thunder seemed to be of one mind, flapping their wings and taking steps at the same time, flying into the sky.

They moved incredibly fast, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye, leaving only the astonished gazes of the people on the ground.

As the two great gods departed, the weather in the heavens changed dramatically in an instant.

Endless golden light and thunder intertwined, forming a dazzling ocean. The golden light was as hot and dazzling as the sun, and the thunder roared incessantly with the force of ten thousand pounds.

The light illuminated the entire sky and bathed the earth in a bright glow.

The soldiers on the battlefield below looked up at the sky, shocked by the magnificent and terrifying sight.

Meanwhile, Yinglong and the God of Thunder were engaged in a breathtaking and earth-shattering battle high in the sky.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and the shouts of battle were deafening. Lin Yuan's aura was restrained, yet he exuded a powerful aura that seemed to dominate all things.

Just as he was steadily moving forward, a surging force of water swept in from the side. He looked up and saw Gonggong with his long hair flying, standing on the top of the waves like a demon god descending to earth.

Gonggong saw Lin Yuan, a complex expression flashing across his face, and shouted loudly:

"Erlang, it's been a long time. I never expected that we would become enemies today."

The sound, carried by the howling wind and the sounds of fighting, still reached Lin Yuan's ears clearly.

Lin Yuan remained calm, his eyes revealing a profound understanding of the world, and replied:
"Gonggong, you are a supreme deity of the Taiyi lineage, why do you need to get involved in this war?"

In his understanding, Gonggong, as an ancient and revered god, was normally detached from worldly conflicts.

Gonggong's lips curled into a meaningful smile, and he said loudly:
"This is also fate!" These four short words seem to carry endless cause and effect and helplessness, as if they were pushed and drawn into this worldly conflict by some irresistible force.

Lin Yuan frowned slightly, his gaze sharp, and said directly:
"Then you should also know that the final destiny lies on my side!"

In his heart, the mission he carried was closely linked to destiny, and the scales of victory should rightfully tip in his favor.

Gonggong shook his head dismissively, his voice booming with a touch of pride:

"That's hard to say. Fate has given us a direction, but the outcome depends on our own efforts."

His eyes shone with unwavering determination, firmly believing that even if fate had its own course, personal struggle and choices could still change the final outcome.

Lin Yuan's heart stirred, and he tried one last time to persuade him:
"Why don't you just join us?"

He knew Gonggong's strength well, and if he could use him, victory would be much more likely.

Gonggong threw his head back and laughed heartily, his laughter echoing across the battlefield:

"What's the point of conforming to the general trend? Only by going against the trend and fulfilling one's own duty and destiny can one gain more benefits!"

His words revealed a rebellion against convention and a persistent pursuit of his own goals, a determination to forge his own unique path in this chaotic situation.

Lin Yuan stared at Gonggong for a moment, then slowly nodded, his expression solemn.
"I see."

He understood that further words were useless at this moment; only battle remained.

In an instant, the auras of the two suddenly surged.

Lin Yuan's third eye shone brightly, and a dazzling silver-white spatial radiance burst forth, like a rift tearing through the heavens and earth, instantly distorting the surrounding space.

The water beneath Gonggong's feet surged ever more violently, twisting and turning wildly as if it were alive, forming walls of water.

Immediately afterwards, the two figures flashed and disappeared into the independent space created by Lin Yuan.

As soon as Gonggong entered this space, he burst into laughter again, his voice booming like a bell:

"Compared to the past, your strength has indeed increased considerably. This ability surprises me somewhat."

His words conveyed both amazement at Lin Yuan's improved strength and a hint of excitement for the upcoming battle.

Lin Yuan stood tall and straight, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, and said in a deep voice:
"I am no longer who I used to be! Gonggong, be careful!"

A tremendous collision erupted instantly. The two forces clashed, like a thunderbolt splitting the sky. In the blink of an eye, this independent space-time shattered into pieces like fragile glass.

In an instant, dazzling light shone forth, and Lin Yuan was surrounded by lightning, as if a thunder god had descended to earth.

His three-pointed, double-edged spear, imbued with the force of rolling thunder and the collapse of Mount Tai, swiftly slashed down at Gonggong. Before the spear tip even arrived, the fierce wind had already carved out hideous cracks in the surrounding space.

"Boom!"

The deafening roar was like the collapse of the very foundation of heaven and earth, and the entire world trembled under the force of the impact.

"Well done! You are indeed much stronger than before! You've really impressed me. But... that's not enough!"

Gonggong showed no fear, his expression was cold and stern, and with a wave of his hand, a torrent of water surged forth.

It was a raging flood that seemed capable of completely submerging all the laws and principles of the world, its turbid waves carrying a destructive power.

It surged in with overwhelming force, devouring and assimilating all power in its path, and then, carrying an even more magnificent momentum, rushed back towards Lin Yuan.

In an instant, lightning and torrents intertwined, and space was shattered.

"Hahaha, Gonggong, this is just the beginning! What's the rush?"

"You will witness my true power!"

Lin Yuan let out a long roar, and several figures with the same aura as him materialized, each wielding a different weapon, and began to attack Gonggong.

(End of this chapter)