Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 306 Gods? Nothing special! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)
In the core area of ​​Bulao Mountain, a mountain stands tall like a pillar of heaven, with its five peaks standing side by side, like a person's five fingers pressing on the earth.

On one of the mountain peaks stands a magnificent bronze palace, covered in green patina.

That divine voice came from here.

Through the gate, one could see a person sitting on a futon inside the bronze palace, his whole body enveloped in silver light, like an ancient and eternal sacred flame flickering.

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes, from which a terrifying divine light burst forth, yet his eyes were filled with boundless rage.

"Damn you little brat! How dare you blaspheme!"

The man's name was Qin Wu. He was a direct descendant of the Qin clan from the upper realm and was sent to manage the Dao lineage of Mount Bulao in the lower realm. He was also responsible for overseeing the Supreme Nirvana Project and held absolute authority in Mount Bulao in the lower realm.

But today, someone actually sneaked into the heart of the Immortal Mountain right under his nose, and only discovered the truth after the other party broke the formation and almost took the couple away. This made Qin Wu feel utterly humiliated and lose face.

That's fine. As long as he catches that strange kid, he has plenty of ways to regain his lost face and also get the secrets he possesses. It's a win-win situation.

However, Qin Wu had just finished repairing the formation and even threatened the kid to surrender when, in the next second, the other party used the lightning magic he had personally cast to turn the tables on him.

The slap came quickly and hard, and Qin Wu was truly enraged. He immediately released his divine sense to search for the other party's whereabouts.

It would have been better if I hadn't looked; once I did, I got even angrier and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

The most central areas of the Immortal Mountain were now in complete disarray, and the warehouses that housed treasures, secret techniques, and various rare and precious materials were completely empty, not even worth a second glance from the rats.

Qin Wu's eyes were bloodshot, his anger reaching its peak. He used the array to expand the search area and finally found the little brat in the last underground warehouse.

Seeing that the other party was still leisurely opening the chest and picking up equipment, Qin Wu was so angry that he laughed. He cast spells with both hands, setting up various illusion arrays, killing arrays, and death arrays, intending to grind the other party to dust and scatter their soul.

But to his utter dismay, that wretched creature seemed to have a deep understanding of formations. When the illusion formation attacked, it was ignored; when the killing formation pressed down, it was disregarded; and when the death formation sealed it off, it was shattered with a single punch.

In short, even though Qin Wu used all his skills, he could not harm his opponent in the slightest. In fact, while breaking the formation, his opponent also took the time to open two boxes, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

"I'm so angry!"

Qin Wu was furious. Since he ignited the divine fire and was sent to the mortal realm, when had he ever suffered such a humiliation? He immediately made hand seals and his whole body burst out with dazzling light.

With a loud hum, Qin Wu's body nearly burst into flames, and then he retreated into the bronze hall. He had apparently triggered some kind of magic array, which instantly changed the entire ancient land, filling it with a terrifying aura.

Wu Xian, who had just found a piece of gleaming white bone in the corner, was slightly startled. He looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of space, and looked at the true form of the Immortal Mountain.

"Are they finally going to get serious?"

Buzz————

The magnificent Immortal Mountain glowed, and a beam of light fell from one of its peaks, flying into the underground treasure vault and causing Wu Xian to retreat rapidly. At the same time, his entire body erupted with crimson light, even the space itself seemed to burn, finally coalescing into a blazing phoenix phantom that tore through the light and soared into the sky.

"This is... the True Phoenix Treasure Technique! And judging from its Daoist essence, it seems to be complete!!"

Upon seeing the phoenix phantom, Qin Wu was first surprised, then his face revealed an undisguised look of greedy elation.

As one of the Ten Fiends, Zhenhuang is often mentioned alongside Zhenlong. Its magical techniques are naturally unparalleled and coveted by various Dao lineages in the Upper Realm.

Unfortunately, after the battle of the Immortal Ancient Era, most of the Ten Fiends bloodline were killed or injured, and the True Phoenix Treasure Technique was lost as a result.

Perhaps some ancient traditions have passed down this method, but most of them are only partial and scattered techniques, not complete, and it is difficult to bring out the true power of the precious technique.

Among them, the most powerful Nirvana power of the True Phoenix is ​​known as an alternative form of immortality and indestructibility. Practicing it can greatly enhance a cultivator's lifespan and survival ability, which is very much in line with the lineage of their Immortal Mountain and is expected to go even further.

"Such unparalleled techniques should belong to my Qin clan!"

Qin Wu spoke resolutely, his eyes burning with intense light.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a suit of armor and a spear from his storage bag. After putting them on, they shone with a dazzling silver light, and his aura rose steadily.

Both of these are divine artifacts, originally prepared for Qin Hao, but Qin Wu also has the right to use them. Possessing them will allow him to reach a higher level of strength, and he will be able to withstand even a true god.

Clearly, after what had just happened, he no longer dared to underestimate Wu Xian, but instead regarded him as an opponent of equal strength, intending to suppress him with all his might and then interrogate him to extract the contents of the True Phoenix Treasure Technique.

"Hand over the secret technique! I'll spare your life!!"

Qin Wu, spear in hand, transformed into a streak of silver light and charged towards the phoenix phantom, his fighting spirit surging. Seeing this, the phoenix phantom below was equally unwilling to back down, letting out a cry as it charged head-on.

The next second, two beams of light, one gold and one red, collided, plunging the world into silence and a deathly pale.

The big sound is loud, the elephant is invisible.

It wasn't until a dozen breaths later that the world resumed its course, and a figure bathed in flames flew backward—it was Qin Wu, clad in divine armor.

Without a doubt, in the head-on clash of energy just now, he was completely defeated by Wu Xian, who used the True Phoenix Technique.

"This is impossible!"

Qin Wu was furious. He could not accept this outcome. His divine armor shone with silver light, and he was ready to fight again.

Suddenly, a crimson light flashed by.

Wu Xian flashed in front of Qin Wu, a pair of fiery red wings unfolding behind him.

With the flapping of its wings, a raging wave of fire spread out, the high temperature scorching the air, distorting and burning it, all of which turned into a bright red sea of ​​fire that crashed down.

“Ahhhhhh————!!!”

Even with the divine armor protecting him, Qin Wu still felt as if he were being burned in a furnace, the pain as sharp as his soul. He swung his spear like a madman, trying to achieve a magnificent counterattack.

Ran and egg.

After igniting the divine fire, he was sent by the Immortal Mountain to guard the lower realm. He had been living a life of luxury for many years and had hardly ever fought a proper battle, let alone fought with someone of the same level. How could he be a match for Wu Xian?

Wu Xian's body blurred into a blur, his fists moving with lightning speed, launching attacks from all directions and from all angles. Qin Wu, on the other hand, was clearly several beats slower, clumsily parrying and relying entirely on the defensive support of his Divine Armor.

However, as time went on, the shockwaves transmitted by the divine armor gradually intensified, and Qin Wu's body began to suffer damage, causing his blocking speed to slow down. In the end, he simply gave up struggling and let the layers of fist shadows envelop his body.

With a loud bang, Qin Wu was sent flying hundreds of miles like a cannonball, crashing straight into the ancient bronze palace on Mount Immortal, and sliding off the gate like mud.

"Gods? Nothing special..."

Wu Xian mocked him, his attitude extremely arrogant, which angered Qin Wu to the point that he vomited blood again.

"Five Elements Mountain! Help me!"

Unwilling to accept defeat, he began chanting incantations and, enduring the excruciating pain, knelt in the temple to offer devout prayers.

The Immortal Mountain glowed faintly, and one of its peaks suddenly became crystal clear, casting down a crimson radiance that enveloped Wu Xian's body. In an instant, it swept him away and absorbed him into the space within the mountain, seemingly to suppress him.

"Hahahaha—you wretched creature! Do you see this? This is the price you pay for blaspheming the gods!!"

Qin Wu was overjoyed, as if he himself had defeated Wu Xian.

Then, he repeatedly kowtowed to the Immortal Mountain and asked them to hand over Wu Xian to him for disposal.

"Ugh……"

A helpless sigh rang out, and another beam of light descended from Mount Immortal. Wu Xian's figure appeared before Qin Wu, his eyes tightly closed, as if he had shut down his five senses and fallen into a deep sleep.

Upon seeing this, Qin Wu revealed a sinister smile and raised his spear to stab "Wu Xian" in the chest.

With a whoosh, the smoke exploded.

To Qin Wu's astonishment, Wu Xian was nowhere to be seen; only a single hair drifted slowly down from mid-air and then vanished into nothingness as the flames burned.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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