Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 643 War begins

It glared at Xu Yunfan one last time, then its body surged with icy blue divine power, carrying with it a flurry of snow and wind, transforming into a disheveled streak of light as it headed into the depths of the icy plains.

It fled madly from the territory of the superior god it was attached to, the god of the storm, Bustus.

As Luo Kan disappeared into the icy storm on the horizon, the cold curve at the corner of Xu Yunfan's mouth finally blossomed into a deep smile.

He slowly retracted his martial arts avatar and returned to his ordinary Tatus appearance.

"Calling for reinforcements, excellent, just what I wanted."

He muttered something under his breath, and with a slight movement of his divine sense, an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible causal imprint clung to the mouthful of divine blood that Luo Kan had spat out, moving with it as it fled, silently connecting to the unknown distance.

This is precisely the wondrous use of the Cave-Dark Erosion Record.

By tracing the cause and effect back to the source, we can simply wait for the big fish to bite.

When the time comes, let Lockman step in. If the high-ranking gods start fighting, these lackeys of the mid-ranking gods will have to lend a hand.

Wouldn't the Star Spirit Banner then have more banner spirits and gain immortal gold nature?

Xu Yunfan gently stroked the flagpole in his sleeve, his gaze fixed on the direction where Luokan had disappeared.

He waited quietly there.

If I leave and can't be found, wouldn't all my previous efforts be in vain?

Soon, the space above the howling wind and snow on the icy plain suddenly distorted.

The violent air currents tore through the thick leaden clouds, and a beam of azure divine light, carrying endless wind blades and sharp whistling sounds, descended with a deafening roar. Its oppressive power far surpassed that of Luo Kan, a mid-level god.

Busus, the god of the raging winds, is a high-ranking deity who commands the endless gales of the northern plains. His figure coalesces in the light.

He was tall and slender, with a blue glow flowing around him, as if sculpted by a flowing storm. His eyes were as cold as the polar wind, fixed on Xu Yunfan, who had returned to his normal Tatus appearance in the canyon.

"Tatus!"

Bussus's voice was like the friction of billions of wind blades, stirring up endless gales.

"How dare you severely injure my subordinate god Luokan? Do you think my Gale God System has no one to rely on?"

Almost as soon as Buss finished speaking, another vast, icy will swept in, freezing the raging winds into tiny ice crystals.

A deep blue, icy staircase descended from the void, and the figure of Lockman, the god of winter, arrived, stepping on the ice.

His face, shrouded in a hazy icy mist, revealed no expression, but the undeniable aura of the ruler of the Northern Plains caused Busser's momentum to falter.

"Buthers".

Lockman's voice was like the crashing of ancient glaciers, cold and steady, "When did it become your place to question my gods in my own territory?"

Xu Yunfan, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but pick his ear. These gods, whether speaking or making gestures, always carried an air of the might of heaven and earth, as if only in this way could they demonstrate their majesty.

Lockman deliberately emphasized the words "my territory," causing the invisible network of winter laws to tremble, demonstrating his absolute control over the Northern Plains.

Xu Yunfan's eyes flashed with a dark light. He touched the Star Spirit Banner, confirming that the Heaven-Eating Restriction was operating perfectly, forcing Lockman to act according to his script.

Everything is going according to plan.

Busus was enveloped in a brilliant blue light, and the wind pressure and cold currents clashed violently in the void, emitting a heart-palpitating hiss.

"Lockman, Tatus crossed the line first and then injured one of my men. What are you going to do? Are you going to start a war against my Gale Pantheon for him?!"

Bussus's question carried the wrath of the higher gods, who were certain that Lockman would, as in countless previous border clashes, ultimately choose restraint and compromise.

Lockman was silent for a moment.

His face seemed to twitch slightly beneath the icy fog.

He understood better than Buss that once he made a move, there would be no turning back.

However, the deadly, sky-corroding restriction deep within the soul's origin, like a sword hanging overhead, conveyed Xu Yunfan's irresistible will.

Retreat means death. Not retreating might offer a glimmer of hope.

"God War?"

Lockman's voice suddenly rose, sharper than the coldest wind in the northern plains, filled with the humiliation of being coerced and the rising violence that followed.

"Buthers, stop with your hypocritical rhetoric. Your people have overstepped their bounds, so they should be prepared to be chopped off! Since you can't discipline them, then I'll discipline them for you!"

Buss's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Lockman! Are you crazy?! You're going to start a war between two pantheons over something so trivial?!"

He had never expected the other party to be so resolute.

Xu Yunfan, standing nearby, secretly curled his lip.

This phrase again incites a war of gods.

This term must have been copied from the Heavenly Dao.

This is never going to end.

While inwardly complaining, he subtly revealed his reverence for the supreme deity and a hint of indignation at being wronged.

"Little things?"

Lockman sneered, his laughter carrying a hint of self-destructive madness.

He suddenly raised his hand, and the invisible laws of frost instantly connected to the depths of the Eternal Frost Royal Court.

"All subjects of the Eternal Frozen Royal Court, heed my command! The Gale Gods have invaded my territory and harmed my subordinate gods! This is a declaration of war!"

Rumble!
From the direction of the Eternal Frozen Royal Court, icy blue divine light soared into the sky, and countless projections of frost giants, ice elves, and snowfield barbarian warriors of various shapes appeared in the wind and snow, emitting earth-shattering roars.

The auras of the dozen or so mid-level gods and lower-level gods belonging to the Winter God system also erupted without concealment under the command of the higher gods. They transformed into streaks of light, carrying their respective legions of believers, tearing through the wind and snow, and marching fiercely toward the territory of the Busus God system.

When the boss speaks, subordinates naturally cheer him on.

The roar of the ice crystal chariots crushing the frozen earth, the shrieks of the elemental spirits, and the clash of divine wills instantly transformed the entire ice plain into a boiling furnace of war.

Seeing that Lockman was actually launching a full-scale war regardless of everything, Bussus's face, which was formed from wind, was completely distorted.

The immense frustration and anger almost set him ablaze.

He couldn't understand why Lockman had suddenly become so crazy and reckless.

But things have come to this point, and if He were to back down, His subordinates would surely become disloyal, and the majesty of the Gale Gods would be completely lost.

In a system of religious cohesion, face is sometimes more important than interests.

"Well done, Lockman!"

Bussus's furious roar shook the heavens. "Since you insist on courting death, then so be it! Fight me!"

Behind Him, a blue storm vortex rapidly expanded, revealing countless wind elemental spirits, barbarian cavalry riding the gale, and the figures of mid-level and low-level gods who were attached to Him. The sharp wind blades slicing through the air with a fierce howl that resounded through the sky.

Two torrents, representing the starkly contrasting natural forces of Kitahara, collided with each other like two moving glaciers and a storm.

A true war between the gods has broken out.

Upon seeing this, Xu Yunfan was overjoyed and almost burst out laughing.

Become!

This was exactly the perfect situation he had been painstakingly waiting for.

His figure flickered, silently blending into the edge of the chaotic battlefield, his aura perfectly concealed beneath the thunderous divine fluctuations of Tatus.

(Happy National Day everyone! This dungeon will be over soon.)

(End of this chapter)