The God of Heavens

Chapter 253 Collecting Goddesses
Since Xingmou was unwilling to exchange, Lin Yu did not continue to force him.

Currently, his power is at a stalemate with that of the Heavenly Serpent King. Although he has temporarily sealed her away, he is unable to do anything to her for the time being.

After all, this furnace is merely an evolution of true energy, far less powerful than when the true body unleashes it.

"When the spring thunder awakens the insects, and my cultivation advances further, I will make other plans," Lin Yu thought to himself. Then he transformed into a streak of light and sped towards Jade Capital City.

Snowflakes swirled across the land, and dark clouds blanketed the sky. The climate was bitterly cold, chilling to the bone. As far as the eye could see, the earth was a pristine white, so pure that even the distracting thoughts in the minds of cultivators were cleared.

"Hmm, the smell of incense and deities?"

Lin Yu was flying through the air when suddenly his eyebrows twitched and his figure froze.

Below is a huge tribe with a population of around 100,000, which has also built a city.

Looking down, tens of thousands of cowhide tents dot the surrounding area like stars in the sky. A biting north wind sweeps across the city walls, causing the banners to flutter in the wind.

Herds of cattle and sheep graze on the plains, the shepherd's horn sounds distant and desolate, and armored knights gallop on their horses, their iron hooves crushing the snow.

In the center of the city, a bonfire ten feet high shot into the sky, turning the falling snow into a golden-red hue.

The victorious warriors, bare-chested, their bronze skin still bearing the marks of battle, danced around the fire, blood-stained weapons in hand. The tribespeople beat drums and rang bells, young girls' colorful skirts fluttered, and elders offered toasts with handfuls of mare's milk.

Amidst the sweltering heat, the snow melted, creating an extremely lively atmosphere.

Lin Yu's gaze pierced through the noisy celebration. In the center of the tribe stood a huge altar, cast from a boulder, several meters high, ancient and weathered, mysterious and solemn.

In the center of the altar stands a bronze pillar, its surface mottled and covered with the marks of time. The pillar is engraved with mysterious lunar phase totems, which gleam with a faint blue light under the firelight.

On the altar, dozens of prisoners of war, chained together, knelt on the ground. The shaman, holding a bone knife, chanted ancient prayers.

"kill!"

The command fell abruptly. A bone knife sliced ​​across the throat, blood spurting out. Crimson liquid meandered along the blood groove of the altar, flowing into the recess at the base of the bronze pillar, gleaming eerily.

"Moon Goddess, please accept this devout offering!" the high priest cried out, opening his arms wide.

In an instant, the lunar phase totems on the bronze pillar lit up one by one, and the blood turned into wisps of blood mist that were absorbed by the pillar.

Lin Yu clearly sensed that the air above the altar was filled with intense killing intent, fear, and other negative emotions, which were being greedily devoured by some unseen being.

"I see." A look of understanding flashed in Lin Yu's eyes.

The gods in this world include innate demon gods, who are born great and powerful, such as the Yang Gods and those who have shattered the void realm, as well as gods born after birth, who come into being because of the incense offerings and faith of people.

Therefore, some people say that there were originally no gods in this world, but as more people believed and their thoughts gathered together, gods and Buddhas were born.

For thousands of years, this nomadic tribe has devoutly worshipped the moon, and the accumulated power of their faith has actually given birth to a moon goddess.

However, this goddess feeds on blood sacrifices, and has probably long since deviated from the original moonlight.

"Could this be the Moon Goddess of the Champion Marquis? What a disaster!"

Lin Yu thought to himself, "People worship gods with faith, hoping to gain their protection, but they don't realize that cause and effect are reversed. Once the power of the gods surpasses that of humans, how can they be easily manipulated?"

Behind those so-called "blessings" often lies a deeper form of control. Moreover, faith is a double-edged sword, easily backfiring and breeding distorted existence.

The "Moon Goddess" before us has become a blood moon due to the blood sacrifice. When the tribe can no longer satisfy her desires, disaster will befall us.

"For the sake of your lives, I'll leave the Moon Goddess to you."

Lin Yu stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering even without wind. He gazed at the bloody sacrificial ceremony below, pondered for a moment, and decided to save the tribe.

Before the words were even finished, a vast and boundless fist intent suddenly unfolded. That intent was as deep and boundless as the ocean, as if it wanted to dominate the present world, encompass the eight wastelands, and even all the heavens and myriad realms would have to submit to its pressure.

A kingly aura swept across the land. At this moment, Lin Yu no longer resembled a boy; he was clearly the reincarnation of Buddha, sacred and inviolable.

Who are you?

The blood moon trembled, and moonlight cascaded down like a waterfall. In an instant, a goddess with her hair piled high and ribbons fluttering in the wind appeared.

A crescent moon mark between her brows shone brightly, her eyes were as clear as crescent moons, and her body was surrounded by flowing silver light, radiating astonishing magical power.

The long, moon-white dress was adorned with starlight, and every step she took was accompanied by the cool moonlight.

The goddess gently raised her jade-like hand, and countless moonbeams condensed into a sharp blade: "Mortal, how dare you disturb my sacrifice?"

"Moon Goddess, if you are willing to submit to me, I can grant you great fortune. If you insist on resisting, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

A mysterious aura rose around Lin Yu, his voice calm yet carrying an unparalleled pressure.

"presumptuous!"

The Moon Goddess coldly raised her hand, a silver light shooting from her fingertips, swirling and extending, condensing into a bright moon in the void, flowing with a cold radiance, before crashing down.

"Not bad, although not as strong as the Heavenly Serpent King, it still has the strength of a triple lightning tribulation."

Lin Yu remained calm as he casually unleashed the Divine Pure Land amidst the onslaught of the Goddess of Cold Moon.

Within a radius of one acre, holy light shone brightly, and the faint image of heaven appeared. The people were bustling about, the world was vast, and the ocean surged, forming its own world.

The divine light of the Goddess of Cold Moon pierced through heaven and earth, striking down with a deafening roar, instantly covering the surface of the pure land with cracks.

Upon closer inspection, these patterns resemble ancient divine armor, shimmering with a mysterious luster, completely neutralizing the attacks. "What? All the attacks were blocked?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the silver eyes of the Goddess of the Cold Moon; her full-force attack had failed to budge the young man in the slightest.

Lin Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the moonlight: "Don't be so stubborn. Surrender now, Han Yue. Only by following me will you have a future."

"Arrogant!" The Moon Goddess Han Yue stared coldly at Lin Yu, her eyes a dazzling silver-white, completely transformed into the color of mercury. Her icy voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth: "The Moon Kingdom, descend!"

In an instant, the world changed color. A silver moon hung in the sky, and this world instantly transformed into a silvery-white world—a miniature world she had constructed using the power of her faith over a thousand years.

Here, every ray of moonlight is her sharp blade, and every sliver of silver light is her armor.

Lin Yu looked around. He knew that these kinds of gods were limited by their faith and could not cultivate and grow like cultivators. They could only maintain their existence by devouring the power of believers' wishes.

At this moment, she was willing to expose her minor world, clearly indicating that she was going to fight to the death.

Lin Yu remained unmoved, his true energy surging like a tide, instantly condensing into a spear of the underworld god in his palm. With a tremor of his right arm, the spear shot out, bringing with it countless holy lights like an inverted Milky Way.

"break!"

With a clear shout, he ripped through the air with his left hand. In an instant, divine light poured down like a waterfall from the heavens, and the phantom of the ancient paradise descended once more.

The power of the Heavenly Fist was even greater than before; wherever the fist passed, space itself was distorted.

Lin Yu soared into the air, his divine battle robes fluttering in the wind. His brows were sharp as swords, his long hair flying, and he neither dodged nor evaded, charging straight up into the moonlight.

To the astonishment of the Goddess of Cold Moon, he crashed into the silver Heavenly Eye like a meteor!
"boom--"

The Fist of Heaven, carrying the power to shatter the void, slammed heavily into the Moon Kingdom. That small world trembled violently, and countless cracks spread out like a spider web.

The silvery-white world began to collapse, and countless moonbeams turned into specks of light and vanished.

The Goddess of the Cold Moon let out a shrill scream. Her divine kingdom, which she had painstakingly built up over a thousand years, crumbled under this one punch!

Seeing the Moon Kingdom crumble, the Goddess of the Cold Moon trembled violently, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on her silver-white divine body.

She let out a mournful howl, and the moonlight around her surged wildly as she tried to heal her wounds.

Lin Yu would not give her a chance to catch her breath. He raised his hand and made a grasping motion. As his true energy surged, a large array resembling an altar or a throne suddenly took shape.

In the center of the great formation, a Buddha was faintly visible, but it was none other than the Great Sun Tathagata.

It is a profound magic technique from the past scriptures, "The Great Barrier of the Mandala of Light and the Womb Realm".

"seal up!"

With a soft shout, Lin Yu struck out with his palm, and the barrier, resembling a magic altar, enveloped the Goddess of Cold Moon.

The goddess of the cold moon, her moonlight raging, struggled fiercely, trying to tear apart this shackle.

But then Lin Yu pointed his fingertip, and the Great Barrier of the Light Mandala suddenly contracted, suppressing all the surging moonlight power around the goddess in an instant.

The goddess of the cold moon was filled with resentment in her silver eyes, but her divine body gradually shrank under the suppression of the scriptures, eventually turning into a palm-sized crystal altar of light, which fell into Lin Yu's palm.

At the center of the altar, the silver moonlight fluctuated continuously, from which came the voice of Han Yue's unwillingness. At times, the moonlight even faintly revealed Han Yue's face.

Finally, Lin Yu put the altar into his arms and turned to look at the terrified tribesmen below. The high priest slumped to the ground, the blood moon totem on the bronze pillar now dim and lifeless.

With a flick of his sleeve, the blood grooves on the bronze pillar melted away, replaced by a bright new moon totem.

Having done all this, Lin Yu didn't linger and soared into the sky. In the wind and snow, only the tribespeople remained kneeling on the ground, watching his figure disappear into the horizon, unable to recover for a long time.
……

Meanwhile, in Yunmeng, at the Xuantian Pavilion.

In an unknown world, darkness pervades, representing the time before the creation of heaven and earth, a time without light.

In the deep darkness, unable to see, even thoughts seemed to fall into an inkwell and vanish without a trace.

The dark essence flowed freely, yet it brought no discomfort; instead, it brought a sense of peace, tranquility, and seclusion.

When the spirit is allowed to roam freely in this darkness, one feels only a sense of vast emptiness and tranquility, with no trace of the spirit of killing.

This is the dark and mysterious world of Xuantian Pavilion.

In the dim light, a woman with long, black hair and a slender figure, dressed in a dark long dress, sat quietly cultivating.

Suddenly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. In the depths of her eyes, it seemed as if a vast galaxy was hidden, with countless stars appearing and disappearing and rotating amidst the flowing light.

"Huh, my clone has been sealed away?" the woman asked, her voice as clear as a spring striking jade, blending seamlessly with the surrounding darkness, as if it were the source of darkness itself.

"What's going on? Is there someone in the world who can seal your clone? Could it be that you've encountered Meng Shenji?"

A Taoist priest in black robes stepped out. He wore a dark jade crown and his eyes were dark and unfathomable, just a mass of black.

“It’s not Meng Shenji, but a very interesting person,” the woman said, her eyes sparkling as she pondered something.

"He's quite powerful, being able to seal your clone. Should I take action and capture him?"

“No need.” The woman rose, her skirt flowing like the night. “When the spring thunder awakens the insects, I will personally meet him.”

(End of this chapter)