The God of Heavens

Chapter 220 The Universe in the Palm of Your Hand
Jerusalem, a shared holy site for the three major Western religions, has been a pilgrimage destination for countless devout believers for millennia. This holy city has witnessed the rise and fall of numerous faiths, ancient and profound.

When the spatial rift that stretched across the sky suddenly appeared, the entire holy city trembled. In recent days, rumors of a demon emerging from the East had spread throughout the streets and alleys. Wave after wave of Western cultivators went to stop it, but none returned without a trace.

"My God, what's going on? Why is such a huge space-time gate appearing above the Holy City?" People were discussing among themselves.

"Look at the other end of the passage! What's that? A large number of cultivators from the Eastern Lands have gathered there!"

"Could it be that the Demon King of the Middle Kingdom is about to descend?"

Everyone inside and outside the city who witnessed this scene gasped in astonishment. Many turned pale, staring in disbelief at what they saw, finding it utterly shocking.

"when"

In an instant, a clear, resonant sound, like the grandest of bells, echoed throughout the heavens and earth, its waves cleansing all who heard it. Before the distant, majestic sound had even faded, a dazzling divine light pierced the sky.

A woman with four pairs of divine wings stood in mid-air, a halo swirling behind her head, her beauty both holy and otherworldly. Before she could speak, the entire sky trembled as her four wings fluttered.

"Those who blaspheme shall be punished!" Her clear, cold voice resounded through the heavens. With a wave of her hand, boundless divine light transformed into countless swords of laws, slashing towards the gate of time and space with earth-shattering force.

Its overwhelming divine power poured forth like a vast ocean, and the mortals in Jerusalem were already kneeling on the ground. In this degenerate age, such power was truly unparalleled.

"A miracle! This is the inviolable will of God!" The believers trembled as they made the sign of the cross, their eyes filled with fervor and awe.

However, Lin Yu merely raised his eyes indifferently, and a long roar shook the heavens. He lightly raised his palm, and the chaotic energy was like a celestial river hanging upside down, uprooting the entire city of Ye.

The space gradually closed in, and Lin Yu stood in the air, grabbing with his large hand and withdrawing his power, like an immortal god.

Above his large hand, a small world of dazzling stars appeared.

Within this small world, a magnificent ancient city lay sprawled out, leaving countless residents dumbfounded as they watched the gigantic hand that enveloped the sky. Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, flowed and enveloped the heavens, showering down boundless radiance that descended and flowed to every corner.

Their divine messenger, that beautiful ancient creature, despite its desperate attacks, its immense magical power, and the unleashing of various forbidden artifacts, was like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

"What is this place?"

Are we still in the same world?

"Have even God's angels been imprisoned?"

Seeing that even their proud angels were of no use, everyone turned pale with fright, as if they had fallen into the abyss of hell.

"O omnipotent God, please appear and save the lost sheep!"

Everyone began to pray, their minds dominated by fanatical faith, leading them to believe that the so-called God was omnipotent.

Only a small number of people remained silent and shocked, especially the older monks, whose faith was devout yet rational enough to understand the origin of the so-called gods.

"This……"

The Kunlun Sect's leader, Xue Chen, nearly popped his eyes out. He knew Lin Yu was powerful, extremely powerful, capable of suppressing the Crusaders like ants and annihilating sects with a flick of his finger, but he was far from reaching this level.

Jerusalem is one of the three holy cities of the Western Lands. It not only has many great supernatural beings, but also ancient array patterns. It is so powerful that even the most dangerous places cannot describe it. The Crusaders who set out from there once ravaged the Central Plains and plundered many ancestral artifacts, leaving the Crusaders helpless.

But he never dreamed that Lin Yu, atop Mount Tai, in the Jade Emperor's Blessed Land, would use the Supreme Dao to break through the barriers of time and space and capture the entire Holy City as a whole, which was beyond their imagination.

"Is this...is this still a human being?"

Behind these sect leaders and elders, the geniuses, elites, and the best disciples of a sect all knelt on the ground in worship.

Especially for the outstanding talents of the cultivation world in the Central Plains, such as Zhang Qingyang, Zhan Yifan, and Long Xiaoque, they finally realized how powerful Lin Sheng was, and joining Lin Sheng's sect was the most correct choice in their lives.

In the holy city, high in the sky, a sacred hymn suddenly resounded, holy light shone everywhere, divine clouds filled the air, and three majestic figures soared into the sky.

The leader was clad in kingly armor, its metallic sheen shimmering. His vertical pupils opened and closed, radiating divine light. His long golden hair moved without wind, and divine radiance surrounded him, creating a dreamlike and ethereal scene.

"Who has disturbed the slumber of God!"

"Who is it that has disturbed God's people!"

"Only burning at the stake can incinerate your filthy soul and body, and wash away your sins!"

His voice boomed like thunder, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

Before the words were even finished, two powerful pressures descended from behind. A dazzling holy light shot straight into the heavens, and at its center stood two imposing figures, crowned with divine might, resembling ancient emperors, sacred and inviolable.

These two were stronger than the previous god, both being kings of the Dao-Slaying Realm, and in the middle stage of this realm.

Behind them was a group of crusaders. Although fewer in number than before, they were even stronger, each one exuding a fierce fighting spirit and displaying a fearless attitude.

"The gods, the living gods!"

After a brief silence, the holy city erupted in cheers, filled with shock and excitement.

This news was earth-shattering. Many devout believers were so excited they were almost in tears, crying out for the gods to descend and eradicate the evil spirits of the Central Plains. "The ancient gods really do still exist!" Some old cultivators were also greatly shocked, muttering to themselves.

"Stubborn!"

Lin Yu let out a cold snort, and the world changed color. The three so-called god-race powerhouses instantly collapsed, and blood rained down, dyeing the holy sky crimson.

This day was destined to be the darkest moment for Western faith. The three gods, who claimed to be eternal, vanished into nothingness, forever lost in the river of time.

"A god has fallen?"

"Impossible! How could the supreme Lord be defeated by the demons of the East!"

"This must be an illusion! It must be a test!"

Heart-wrenching cries echoed through the heavens. Lin Yu looked down indifferently; the crusaders of the Eastern Expedition were utterly devastated, their faces contorted with the despair brought on by the collapse of their faith. In their eyes, the entire world had lost its color, and heaven and earth seemed to have collapsed at that moment.

"For the glory of the Lord!"

The surviving Crusaders let out their final battle cry and charged towards the sky like moths to a flame. They preferred to die in battle rather than face this cruel reality.

"Kill them! Show no mercy! Those who do not surrender will all be executed!"

Lin Yu spoke indifferently. In the Holy City, there were too many believers of the gods, and even many fanatics among them. They could no longer be communicated with by words. Only swords and flames could silence them.

"Boom!"

The heavens trembled, and the void shattered. A massive army of cultivators from the Central Plains surged in like a tidal wave, causing the earth to tremble. Ye Fan led the charge, followed closely by powerful figures like Yun Lan, their overwhelming aura stirring the winds and clouds. Golden lotuses bloomed across the sky, and the sounds of chanting and battle cries intertwined, creating a strange rhythm on the battlefield.

"war!"

The cultivators of the Central Plains roared in unison, their boiling blood condensing into a blood dragon that pierced the sky.

They pierced through the void, gazing down upon this ancient holy city, feeling the weight of history etched upon the land beneath their feet. Every cultivator's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit, and the magical artifacts in their hands radiated dazzling divine light.

Ripples spread through the void as cultivators from the four extremes rained down upon the land. This ultimate showdown, spanning East and West, finally unfolded in this sacred place.

The ancient city walls cracked under the oppressive force, and the stained-glass windows of the sacred church shattered one after another. The clash between faith and power made the entire holy city tremble.

Blood rained down, and the wind howled. Without the gods and their great powers, the entire city of Jerusalem was like a lamb to the slaughter, utterly powerless.

The cultivation world of the Central Plains swept through the land, and one after another, sacred mountains and ancient palaces fell. Precious light and divine arts flew together, blood and pleas for mercy resonated, and the sounds of slaughter echoed in every corner.

It is unknown how much time passed, but most of the fanatics were killed, and the remaining people no longer dared to resist. Everyone was terrified.

“Lin Sheng, all those who were obsessed with the gods have been exterminated. The rest have all been able to assess the situation and surrender in time.”

The Daoist Qi Ri walked up the blood-stained stone steps, his robes still dripping with undried blood. His whisk was broken, clearly indicating that he had just gone through a fierce battle.

"Alright, Heaven cherishes life. As long as they are not fanatical believers of evil gods, it is not unreasonable to spare their lives."

Lin Yu nodded, his gaze sweeping across the holy city, a scene of devastation, with surviving cultivators trembling amidst the ruins.

The Western holy city, which had been completely captured, was only a tiny square inch in his hands, its details meticulously rendered.

He lightly spread his five fingers, and divine light shone brightly from his palm. The crowd was stunned as the miniature holy city slowly rose, growing larger as it faced the wind.

Chaotic energy cascaded down like a waterfall, carrying the city across the sky. Finally, it landed steadily on the spiritual vein node of the blessed land of Mount Tai.

The Jade Emperor's audience and disciples looked up at the sky as the magnificent Western Holy City slowly descended from the clouds. The buildings within the city remained completely intact, and the underground spiritual veins were perfectly preserved.

……

Jerusalem, with its rolling hills, is the foremost sacred land in the West, with a long history and an unknown origin. It has been inhabited by deities since ancient times.

Lin Yu and his companions walked through the holy city and ascended to a magnificent temple. The temple was bathed in holy light, with auspicious birds flying about and ancient vines climbing and encircling it, creating a serene and natural atmosphere.

Ascending the massive stone steps, the group walked slowly, step by step entering the most magnificent ancient hall.

"Sage Lin, look!" a disciple suddenly pointed to the altar, "Here are several ancestral artifacts that were lost from the Central Plains more than a hundred years ago!"

Several ancient artifacts are quietly displayed on the stone platform, including fragments of the Fuxi Dragon Stele and the Nine Tripods of Yu the Great. These are either powerful magical artifacts or simply relics of our ancestors. These ancestral objects, which carry the civilization of the Central Plains, are now placed in a foreign temple like spoils of war.

Lin Yu's gaze darkened slightly as he swept over the numerous ancestral artifacts: "Displaying the relics of our ancestors here is like exposing their remains to others—it's a disgrace!"

The crowd silently began the encoffining process, and each ancestral artifact was carefully put away.

Deep within the palace, they discovered a dilapidated altar. The altar was filled with a dazzling array of ritual implements, a mixture of Eastern and Western treasures.

When they discovered several weapons exuding an aura of royalty, the young disciples were overjoyed and, without hesitation, took them all.

(End of this chapter)