The God of Heavens

Chapter 216 Hair Town Holy Court

Mount Tai.

As the sun slowly sets in the west, the peaks of the cloud-covered mountains are edged with a golden luster, shimmering like rare treasures.

Such a magnificent sight is truly captivating.

Suddenly, hundreds of black dots appeared in the sky, and then gradually grew larger, accompanied by the sounds of wind and thunder.

Hundreds of dazzling streaks of light descended from the heavens like meteors falling to earth, but suddenly slowed down as they approached the ground, and finally crashed into the platform at the foot of the Jade Emperor Peak of Mount Tai in a kneeling posture.

The tourists on the mountain were so shocked that they held their breath and even forgot to shout.

Some of these "visitors from outer space" were clad in black armor, shrouded in black mist, resembling demons crawling out of the depths of hell; others gleamed in golden armor, their holy light flowing, as if they were messengers from the realm of light.

But gods and demons alike knelt on the ground in humiliation, and no matter how much they struggled, it was to no avail.

After a brief silence, Mount Tai erupted in excitement as everyone crowded around, eager to witness this rare and spectacular sight.

"Oh my God! What is that?!"

"Aliens? Gods descended to earth?!"

"Take a picture! This is definitely going to trend on social media!"

The tourists went from fear to shock, and many took out their phones to take pictures.

The knights of the expeditionary force trembled, their golden armor reflecting a blinding light in the sunlight, yet unable to conceal the humiliation and fear in their eyes.

They once considered themselves apostles of God, wielding holy swords to fight heretics, but now they kneel before the ancient Eastern Mountain, surrounded and pointed at by a group of mortals holding mobile phones.

"Devils, you are all devils!"

"Satan is coming, merciful God, where are you? Save the poor lambs!"

"Lord...why have you abandoned your warriors?!"

The knights of the expeditionary force had bloodshot eyes, and hoarse prayers escaped their throats. They tried to struggle to their feet, but an invisible force pressed down on their spines, making it impossible for them to even lift a finger.

"Click - click -"

The shrill sound of camera shutters echoed across the Jade Emperor Peak as tourists, holding up their phones, recklessly photographed the kneeling knights.

Some people even approached and touched their cold armor, or jokingly took photos with them.

"Hey, this armor is really well made!"

"Is this a movie shoot? The special effects are so realistic!"

The knights' faces were contorted, their bodies paralyzed. Their once-proud holy power had lost its effectiveness, their golden armor had lost its luster, their former faith had shattered like a mirror, leaving only utter humiliation.

As night fell, the noisy crowds finally dispersed, and Jade Emperor Peak returned to silence.

Lin Yu arrived with his hands behind his back, followed by elders from the Longhu Mountain, Maoshan, and Lingbao sects. These figures, who were usually as important as Mount Tai and the Big Dipper, now had solemn expressions and looked at Lin Yu with awe.

"Is this the strength of cultivators from beyond the realm?" The elder of the Lingbao Sect's voice trembled.

“No,” Lin Yu said calmly, “they are too weak.”

"Your strength is truly awe-inspiring. The Jade Emperor Temple is fortunate, and the cultivation world of the Central Plains is fortunate!"

Zhang Zong and Lü Chang bowed respectfully, their voices trembling with barely concealed emotion.

They no longer dared to address him as "fellow Daoist," but could only use "senior" instead. Lin Yu's ability to annihilate the Crusaders with a flick of his finger completely intimidated them.

"Such strength can probably only be matched by those mythical figures," Lü Chang sighed inwardly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Lin Qingxuan pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and solemnly reminded him, "The Western Daoist tradition has a profound foundation, and may still harbor ancient monsters from the distant past. Rumor has it that they possess more than one sacred artifact, and with the power of faith, even in this degenerate age..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yu chuckled and said, "It's alright."

The two simple words sent a jolt through everyone present.

"If they dare to come," Lin Yu said, his hands behind his back, gazing westward, his eyes seemingly reflecting a galaxy, "I'll just have to see if the so-called ancient sacred artifact, Jerusalem, can withstand a single finger from me."

Upon hearing this, the summit of Mount Tai fell silent. The whisk in the hand of the Maoshan Taoist priest slipped silently, the purple-gold crown of the elder of Longhu Mountain trembled slightly, and the face of the Lingbao Sect elder turned deathly pale.

"This...this..."

Zhang Zong's Adam's apple bobbed, and his back was already soaked with sweat. He suddenly realized that this seemingly gentle and refined young man was actually so lawless at heart!

“Fellow Daoist Linlin,” Lü Chang’s voice trembled, “this matter requires careful consideration.”

Lin Yu simply smiled lightly, his smile calm and breezy, as if he had just said something as ordinary as "the weather is nice today."

The mountain wind howled, swirling up fallen leaves. The assembled Daoist masters exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with shock and confusion. Who was this suddenly appearing powerhouse? Could a person truly cultivate to such strength in just a few years?

“In that case,” Zhang Zongqiang suppressed the turmoil in his heart and bowed respectfully, “we will take our leave now. The Sect Leader will certainly pay us a personal visit.”

He spoke cautiously, no longer daring to mention anything like "please move aside, fellow Daoist." What a joke! This man had boasted of breaking the Holy Court with a single finger; who would dare put on airs?

After seeing off the group of Taoist cultivators, Lin Yu flicked his sleeves, and Yun Lan and other disciples immediately stepped forward.

"Your opportunity to hone your skills has arrived," Lin Yu said, his eyes gleaming. "The Western Holy Court will surely retaliate; you can intercept and kill any invading enemies along the borders of Central China."

A glint flashed in Yunlan's eyes, but he hesitated and said, "Junior brother, our strongest strength is only at the Dragon Transformation stage. What if the West doesn't uphold martial ethics?"

Lin Yu chuckled upon hearing this and casually plucked a strand of his hair. The moment the hair left his body, it burst forth with dazzling divine light, the yin and yang energies swirling, and the sounds of dragons roaring and phoenixes singing could be faintly heard.

"this"

The disciples stared wide-eyed. They saw that the strand of hair hovering in mid-air, sometimes transforming into a dragon, sometimes condensing into a divine sword, unleashing its power and causing the void to tremble.

"A single strand of a saint's hair can slay a powerful being," Lin Yu said calmly. "Even if a saint himself came, he wouldn't gain any advantage from this strand of my hair." Yun Lan's hands trembled as he took the strand of hair. The instant he touched it, he seemed to see boundless void revealed within the strand, and vast divine power as deep and boundless as the sea.

It could be said that if he hadn't wanted the cultivation world of the Central Plains to see how he destroyed Jerusalem, this single hair of his could have swept across the entire Western Lands.

"Thank you, junior brother!"

Yunlan solemnly tied her hair around her wrist, her eyes burning with fighting spirit, while the other disciples also showed eagerness to try.

News of the Battle of Mount Tai swept through the global cultivation world like a hurricane, and the shock of the Crusaders' complete annihilation shook the entire cultivation world.

For Lin Yu, this was nothing more than casually crushing a few ants, but on Earth in the Dharma-ending Age, it was a momentous upheaval that could change the landscape of the cultivation world.

Inside the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace of Maoshan, Lin Qingxuan stood before the statue of the patriarch, holding a whisk, and solemnly confirmed with the elders behind him: "It can now be confirmed that Lin Yu is one of the people who disappeared on the summit of Mount Tai back then."

He paused, then continued, "We've accessed all the information from the Religious Affairs Bureau and secretly observed other returnees; it's undoubtedly them."

Deep within Gezao Mountain, the leader of the Lingbao Sect sighed as he looked at the incomplete ancient texts: "How magnificent was the patriarch Ge Hong back then! It's a pity that after the departure of this great master, our sect's lineage was almost severed."

He stroked the tattered bamboo slips in his hand, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes: "If only we could persuade this senior to preach the Dharma."

At the summit of Kunlun Snow Peak, the white-haired sect leader Xue Chen stood with his hands behind his back, with two of his most prized disciples standing behind him.

"At this cultivators' gathering, you will all have a good look at the prowess of the Northern Dipper's geniuses," Sect Leader Xuechen said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Master!" Youweiyu and Yanxiaoyu replied in unison.

Meanwhile, in the secluded Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the three valley masters were having a secret meeting.

"We will also participate in this cultivation conference."

The Great Valley Master was originally a crane who had attained enlightenment and transformed into human form. Dressed in white robes, he exuded an ethereal aura. Upon hearing this, he nodded slightly.

The Third Valley Master is a gifted ape spirit with fiery eyes that can see even the smallest details.

He stroked the iron rod in his hand, his eyes blazing: "Pang Bo and that little demon have a close relationship. We can take this opportunity to get closer to him. If we can get a chance to cultivate outside the realm, we can escape this predicament."

……

“The heretics are too arrogant. They dared to humiliate the great apostles of God after suppressing them, and they do not take us seriously at all.”

In the Western tradition, an archbishop issued a call to action to launch another eastern expedition, crush the devil, and deliver a judgment on his legacy, conducting the Last Judgment.

However, they also pondered it carefully and concluded that the demons of the Central Plains must have surpassed the Great Perfection of the Dragon Transformation Realm, and the earlier information they had obtained was inaccurate.

"The first level of the Sendai realm is rarely seen in this world. He must be a great supernatural being!"

"Could he really be an ancient sect leader?"

Unsure of the situation, they decided to send out a stronger team to probe the situation.

Two days later, in the uninhabited snowfield.

Yunlan was walking through the snow when she suddenly stopped. On the distant horizon, five hundred heavily armored knights surged forward like a tide. They had infiltrated the Eastern Lands in small groups and were now finally forming an army.

"heresy!"

The leading knight removed his helmet, and the holy sword in his hand pointed directly at Yunlan, its blade crackling with blazing white holy flames.

"The Lord says, 'All who do not believe shall be burned at the stake!'"

Five hundred knights simultaneously raised their weapons, their soaring bloodlust causing the surrounding snow-capped mountains to tremble. The ancient runes on their armor all lit up, intertwining in mid-air to form a giant cross of light and shadow.

"boom!"

Yunlan made no attempt to conceal her actions, unleashing a single strand of hair that emitted a burst of mysterious light. The black hair transformed into a galaxy, piercing the cold moon above and connecting to the Yellow Springs below, tearing through the void and radiating an overwhelming pressure that shook the world.

"Who...who are you?" The three knight leaders trembled as they retreated. The power of a single strand of hair far exceeded their imagination; this was undoubtedly a catastrophe.

They were horrified, realizing that even among the Western Taoist traditions, it would be difficult to find anyone who could rival them.

"Yunlan, under the Jade Emperor's throne." As soon as he finished speaking, a thought flashed through his mind, and a chilling killing intent swept out like a tidal wave, instantly unleashing a massacre.

Her black hair, as black as lightning, was gently twirled around.

"boom!"

The heads of the three knight leaders flew high into the air, their blood splattering a glaring red onto the snow. Even in death, their eyes remained wide open, unable to believe that a single strand of hair could sever the life force of even a powerful cultivator at the Sendai realm.

"Form ranks! Charge!"

The remaining knights, true to their elite status, immediately formed an ancient battle formation after a brief moment of shock, transforming into a torrent of steel as they charged forward.

Just then, the strand of green hair floating in the air suddenly twisted and changed shape.

"Om-"

The void trembled, and the strands of hair transformed into a jet-black spear, its shaft wreathed in the aura of hell. This was none other than Lin Yu's unparalleled divine power—the Spear of the Underworld!
"Puff puff!"

The black spears, like dragons, weaved through the ranks of knights. Each strike pierced precisely between the eyebrows of a knight, carrying the aura of death from hell. The knights struck didn't even have time to scream before their bodies rapidly withered and decayed, turning into piles of bones.

"This is...the devil's weapon!" A knight retreated in terror, only to be caught up by the black spear and pinned to the snow.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the five hundred knights had been killed or wounded. The remaining knights finally broke down and began to scatter and flee.

"Hell's Furnace"

The black hairs changed, and a furnace burning with pure fire appeared out of thin air, devouring all the fleeing knights. Amidst their shrill screams, their flesh, armor, and divine weapons were all refined into the purest life essence.

The wind and snow continued, but beneath the snow-capped mountains lay a deathly silence.

(End of this chapter)