Records of Mysterious Things in the Southern Dynasties

Chapter 478 Destined
"Sharp-tongued and ignorant of death." The Dream God snorted indifferently, "Do you think that by merging with Yinglong you can challenge me? I have already become an ancient god, not some minor god like Erzhu Rong."

"We'll only know after we fight!" Ren Yuan remained fearless. Even knowing he would die at the hands of his opponent, he would not obediently submit to slaughter!
Even if it means death, I will tear a piece of flesh from the other person!

"I originally intended to let you sleep forever, but since you don't appreciate it, I have no choice but to grant your wish!" Wu Yang's murderous intent was already aroused. He transformed into a hundred-foot-tall deity, and his palm turned into five peaks that covered the sky and sun as he slammed down on Ren Yuan.

"Using the Tathagata Palm right off the bat, and you still say you're not Buddha?" Ren Yuan let out a dragon's roar, his body swelling to tens of feet tall... This was already his limit.

"Behold my blade cleaves five peaks!" Ren Yuan's Demon-Slaying Blade also swelled into a giant blade. He unleashed his full potential and slashed at Wu Yang's 'Buddha's Palm'!
A deafening explosion rang out, a mushroom cloud bloomed over the Yellow River, and the river water turned into a torrential downpour, turning the riverbed into a huge lake.

Upon closer inspection, in the deepest depression in the center of the lake, there was a small, glittering golden dot—that was Ren Yuan, now restored to his normal size.

With just one move, Wu Yang shattered his dragon body, broke all his bones, and left his divine fire barely alive, unable to even move his fingers.

If it weren't for the protection of the Yinglong Divine Armor, I would have lost my life...

Ren Yuan couldn't help but laugh at himself, and then spat out a mouthful of golden blood.

In his desperate attempt to survive, he had leveled up relentlessly for the past three years, yet he still couldn't withstand a single blow from his opponent...

The vast difference in strength rendered all courage and wisdom a joke.

It seems that being destined means that no matter how hard you try, you can't change the outcome.

Wu Yang, on the other hand, did not look at him, but stared at his own palm, where a deep wound that revealed the bone had appeared, from which drops of blue divine blood seeped out.

"You actually hurt me!" Wu Yang was furious. Gods cannot be hurt; that would be the greatest insult to a god! Even if this is just His earthly body, it is unacceptable.

"Don't act like a woman." Ren Yuan laughed weakly and scolded, "Oh right, you are a woman."

"Unforgivable! Unforgivable!" Wu Yang roared in fury, "In three hundred years, you are the first person to have ever hurt me!"

"You'll get used to it. You'll get hurt a lot in the future," Ren Yuan sneered. "Because this world will never be ruled by a wicked, selfish, shameless, and cold-blooded evil god like you!"

"You won't live to see that day. Today, I will grind you to dust and imprison your soul in the nightmare hell forever, to suffer endless and boundless torment!" Wu Yang stretched out his giant hand and grabbed Ren Yuan in his palm.

Ren Yuan mustered his last bit of strength and bit down hard on Wu Yang's hand, instantly shattering all his teeth and sending golden blood flying all over his face!
Wu Yang clearly hadn't expected him to bite, and was caught off guard, so he actually had a piece of flesh bitten off...

Wu Yang stared in disbelief as his blue divine blood trickled down his tiger's mouth. He then looked at Ren Yuan, whose face was contorted in agony, yet bore a distinctly gleeful smile, as if to say, "See? Injured again?"

"Die!" Wu Yang completely broke through his defenses, his whole body radiating divine light, and he frantically increased the power in his hands!
Excruciating pain erupted simultaneously in all four limbs and bones, and Ren Yuan let out a heart-wrenching roar! His flesh and blood turned into golden dust under the pressure, and as his meridians were shattered, a clear and melodious dragon's roar resounded, which was the Yinglong hidden deep within his body struggling.

Before his last wisp of consciousness faded, he gazed at the sunset on the horizon, stained golden-red by his own blood, and then transformed into a sky full of golden light, disappearing into the world...

When Wu Yang opened his hand, only a purple divine fire remained, flickering faintly in his palm.

"Huh?" Wu Yang, now back to his normal human form, looked utterly bewildered. At that moment, Wu Gu appeared beside him, carrying an ancient-looking horn bow, and asked:

"what happened?"

"Where is the Shangqing Jade Talisman?" Wu Yang put the divine fire into his sleeve. "Why is there only divine fire?"

"Is it not on him, or has he already given it to someone else?" Wu Gu asked, puzzled.

“What a cunning brat,” Wu Yang said with a gloomy face. “It’s a pity that I destroyed his body and soul in a fit of anger, otherwise I could have captured his soul to question him.”

"The last one who could anger my sister like this was the First Emperor," the witch exclaimed, clicking her tongue. "It's too good for him to die like this."

"Forget it, there's no need to get worked up over a dead man." Wu Yang looked at the still unhealed wounds on his hands and couldn't help but sigh, "This kid is truly a prodigy. He's only been cultivating for five short years, yet he's already managed to injure me. What will he be like in the future?"

“No wonder you had to deal with him personally, sister.” Wu Gu said suddenly, “I thought only Chen Qingzhi and the White Robe Army were a threat.”

“Chen Qingzhi is certainly a threat as well. If we allow him to continue defeating Erzhu Rong, unify the north, and become an ancient god, I will not be his match either,” Wu Yang said calmly.

“That’s right. The god above the God of War is the God of War. Who dares to say they can defeat the God of War?” Wu Gu nodded knowingly and smiled. “Fortunately, all these threats were eliminated at once, so our trip wasn’t in vain.”

"It's good that you were willing to put aside your own family for the greater good," Wu Yang praised.

"What do you mean by killing one's own family?" Wu Gu said coldly. "I merely borrowed his daughter's body, and I didn't even kill her. How could he be my relative?"

"Alright, if you don't like it, then forget it." Wu Yang said calmly, "Chen Qing was hit by the God-Sealing Arrow. Even if he doesn't die, he will become an ordinary person. But the White Robe Army is still here, and it will always be a threat."

"It can't be that bad. The White Robe Army was powerful because Chen Qingzhi became a god. Now that I've shot Chen Qingzhi into a cripple, what do they have to fear?" Wu Gu then said, "I've calculated that the White Robe Army won't amount to anything anymore."

“No, it’s better to nip it in the bud.” Wu Yang shook his head decisively and said, “Divination is not omnipotent; even gods can fool the will of heaven.”

"Understood." Wu Gu nodded, her mind perfectly clear. She knew that Wu Yang was more worried about the White-Robed Army reporting what had happened today back to Daliang.

Although Wu Yang had the Buddha as a shield, it was nothing but self-deception and could not fool those with discerning eyes.

When people have no other choice, they can be shameless, but once they put on a robe and enter a hall, they no longer care about appearances.

Besides, victory is already assured, and the world is mine among the ancient gods?

Otherwise, Ren Yuan's hurtful and humiliating words wouldn't have provoked Wu Yang's fury.

"Let's go, let's see how to make the disappearance of the White-Robed Army more reasonable." Wu Yang called out, and Wu Gu and the Fifth Divine General, who had been silently standing by, quickly followed.

(End of this chapter)