The God of Heavens

Chapter 295 The Great Devastation of the Western Regions, Bloodstained Temple
Western Regions.

The Temple of the Essence stands majestically atop the sacred mountain north of the capital of the Huoluo Kingdom, its grandeur even surpassing that of the imperial palace.

The undulating temple complex resembles a heavenly palace descended to earth, with its gilded roofs gleaming in the sunlight, like a second sun shining brightly on the land.

This is the center of faith in the Western Regions, where nearly a million believers live and worship the primordial deity with a human head, dragon body, and long beard reaching the ground day and night.

As the supreme deity of the Western Regions, the Primordial Spirit is revered as the master of all things, and is said to control the primordial energy of heaven and earth, giving rise to all things!
However, at this moment, the sacred temple is shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

First, the border was in dire straits, the vanguard army of 300,000 was routed, and its commander, Prince Kasi, was beheaded. The Great Qian Dragon Guard launched a surprise attack on the central army, and the elite troops of the Western Regions suffered heavy losses. Even the magic corps of the Fire Luo Kingdom was defeated.

Then another shocking event occurred: the fourth prince of the Great Qian Dynasty stormed into the Huo Luo Imperial Palace alone, defeated the emperor and the pope, and seized the ancient Rashomon, a national treasure!
More importantly, this is the crucial moment when the primordial spirit transforms into the human body.

Inside and outside the temple, sentries, both visible and hidden, were everywhere, and even the air was thick with a sense of impending doom.

Inside the secret chamber, in a mysterious place, there are many forbidden spells.

The Pope of the Temple of Essence, shrouded in a mysterious veil, was conversing with a man wearing a crimson gold crown.

"This time, the Great Qian army came with great force. Yang Qian's Yuan Chen Dragon Guard, relying on the Creation Gourd, broke through thirty-six kingdoms in succession. Countless experts from the Western Regions were captured and became slaves of the Great Qian."

Emperor Ashoka of the Kingdom of Khorchin looked rather displeased.
"Isn't the Primordial Spirit going to make a move?"

The Pope sighed softly: "The Great God is at a critical juncture. Using the blood of the Evil God as a catalyst, and with the sacrifice of the flesh and blood of 360 Innate Masters, 18 Grandmasters, and 7 Martial Saints, he is reversing the flow of essence and blood to generate primordial energy. Now, he is only one step away from achieving human form."

"The fighting on the front lines"

"Even if we send out a few Martial Saints now, it won't help the overall situation much," the Pope shook his head.
"The most urgent task is to protect the Great God and help him complete his transformation. Once he achieves the position of Creator, sweeping across the Great Qian and recovering lost territory will be as easy as turning his hand."

Ashoka remained silent for a long time before finally nodding with difficulty.

"Let the people of the Western Regions suffer a little longer," the Pope said softly, his eyes beneath the veil as deep as a pool. "Let the Great Qian bear this infamy."

Boom!

With a loud bang, a huge crack appeared in the void.

Lin Yu stepped out, followed by the Heavenly Serpent King Xingmou, the Dragon Girl Ao Luan, the heads of the four great saintly families, and a large number of Yuan Chen Dragon Guards, like divine soldiers descending from the sky.

"The Five Fires Shifting Array, the Blood Fiend Array, the Taiyin Sun Sun Moon Array... these are quite impressive."

After observing for a while, Lin Yu had completely seen through the internal array of the Jingyuan Temple.

As expected, even a centipede with a hundred legs will not fall down after it dies; a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Moreover, the camel of the Jingyuan Temple has not become thin; it is still very fat.

Although the war in the Western Regions was lost, the foundation of the Jingyuan Temple remained intact. At this moment, the temple is filled with experts, making it a veritable den of dragons and tigers.

"Kill them, end this war, and restore peace to both countries."

At Lin Yu's command, the Primordial Heavenly Gate burst open.

Countless elite troops of the Great Qian Dynasty surged out like a tide, instantly forming a battle formation in front of the temple.

These soldiers were all nine feet tall, clad in heavy fish-scale armor, wielding long spears, and their muscles were as bulging as if cast from steel.

They marched in unison, their armor clanging and striking each other with a resounding clang, converging into a torrent of steel.

Zhao Hu, Xue Dao, Hong Tao, and Shenwei Wang Yang Tuo, among others, served as the vanguard of the army. Their movements were lightning-fast and their skills were unparalleled. Wherever they passed, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

At the same time, the army protecting the temple of Jingyuan also charged out. The two armies clashed and fought each other, and blood flew everywhere. Many soldiers died on the battlefield!

On the battlefield, innate masters clashed fists and palms, their energy radiating in all directions; grandmasters wielded swords with unstoppable force, severing banners; and martial saints fought so fiercely that mountains crumbled and the earth split, with no one daring to approach within a hundred feet.

This is the final clash between two civilizations, the ultimate showdown between faith and monarchy.

Blood stained the white jade steps in front of the temple, and shouts of battle echoed through the sacred mountain.

Lin Yu climbed the steps of the Jingyuan Temple.

His steps were unhurried, yet carried a peculiar rhythm. With each step, a golden lotus bloomed beneath his feet, purifying the blood-stained white jade steps as if they were new.

Behind them roared the battle cries, while before them stretched a deep, dark temple corridor. The gilded statues on either side swayed in the flames of war, their exquisite carvings of human heads and dragon bodies now appearing grotesque and terrifying.

"Stop!"

Ten tall warriors suddenly appeared and blocked the end of the steps. They were dressed in imposing leather armor and had the medal of Emperor Moro pinned to their collars.

This is the Medal of the Hero of Moro, which can only be possessed by the strongest and bravest warriors of the Huoluo Kingdom. It is the highest honor of the Huoluo Kingdom!
In the Kingdom of Huoluo, those who receive this medal of heroism are all heroes, idols of the people, and revered by thousands.

The ten heroes are all martial saints!
At this moment, the ten heroes of the Fire Luo Kingdom joined forces and simultaneously unleashed a terrifying palm strike. The combined power of ten Martial Saints was enough to make even a Six Tribulation Ghost Immortal retreat. The violent energy converged into a world-destroying hurricane, sweeping towards Lin Yu.

Lin Yu did not stop walking, but merely raised his eyes slightly.

"boom!"

Twelve rivers of magical power suddenly poured down from the void, each one as heavy as ten thousand pounds, enough to crush mountains.

Lin Yu walked slowly forward, and those rivers of magical power, like pythons and dragons, immediately struck the ten Martial Saints.

"boom!"

The ten heroes were horrified; their armor and medals shattered. They staggered back, only to find they couldn't even move a fingertip.

Lin Yu walked past them with his robes fluttering, and the ten heroes of the era crumbled like sandcastles, scattering with the wind.

At the end of the long corridor lies the "Primordial Qi Temple," the most central building of the Jingyuan Temple. The temple doors are tightly closed, and countless mysterious runes are carved upon them, emanating a chilling aura.

Lin Yu reached out and pressed his hand on the palace door.

"Crack—" The heavy temple gate, inlaid with countless gems and gold, symbolizing the supreme place of faith of the Western Regions, was silently reduced to dust.

Inside the hall, the Pope, holding a scepter and wearing a white-gold robe, stood with his back to the entrance before the enormous statue of a primordial deity, his veil beneath the white-gold crown fluttering even without wind.

"You've come." The Pope didn't turn around; his voice was eerily calm.
"First there was the covetous Dream God, and now there's this monster like you. How cruel Heaven is to the kingdoms of the Western Regions."

"Defying fate is ultimately futile." Lin Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.
"Surrender! Your primordial spirits are destined to never be able to cultivate into human form."

"Arrogant! You think you can destroy all the kingdoms of the Western Regions? Dream on!"

A voice rang out; it was the Emperor of the Kingdom of Khorasan, King Ashoka.

At this moment, King Ashoka was clad in dark red "Moro Fire Cloud Armor," covering his entire body. He held the "Moro Divine Hammer," with curved bull horns extending from his head. The giant, gourd-like hammer head weighed over a thousand pounds.

Although this ancient Moro Emperor's armor is not as good as the "Imperial Dragon Armor" or the "Heavenly Horned God Armor", it far surpasses the "Rose Blood Scale Armor" and the "Mysterious Yellow Armor".

At this moment, he held a heavy hammer, wore armor, and exuded the domineering and fierce aura of an imperial monarch.

“That’s right. Last time, I wasn’t in the palace and didn’t get to witness the power of the Tathagata’s Dharma Seal, which was a real pity. We can’t miss it this time.”

The hunched figure of Kahn, a great scholar from the Western Regions, commander of the Giant Magic Legion, and Grand Master of the Fire Luo Kingdom, emerged from the shadows, his eight-foot-long beard moving without wind.

"A Great Prophecy of the Three Realms!"

"Moro God Hammer!"

"Nile Finger!"

The three attacked simultaneously, and in an instant, the void shattered, and holy light surged towards Lin Yu like a mountain and sea overturning and a purgatory descending.

The immense energy caused the temple to tremble violently and teeter on the brink of collapse.

"Primordial Divine Fist, Heaven-Opening Seal!"

Faced with the overwhelming offensive of the three masters, Lin Yu remained indifferent, simply clenching his fist and unleashing a punch.

In the beginning, in the vast chaos, heaven and earth were first separated!
In the void, chaos split, pure energy rose to become the sky, and turbid energy descended to become the earth. A small world condensed at Lin Yu's fist, rumbling as it bombarded the three of them.

Lin Yu's strength has now undergone a complete transformation. The power of this punch is enough to easily destroy a mountain, shatter a peak Martial Saint, or even a Human Immortal!

This is Lin Yu's true strength!

The Moro Hammer, the Nile Finger, and the platinum radiance formed by the Great Prophecy of the Three Realms were shattered by his punch.

"Humph!"

Lin Yu let out a cold snort, the void distorted, a chilling blade aura burst forth, and lightning crackled.

Amidst the flashing blades, a figure twisted and transformed, eventually forming a person wielding a nine-foot-long "Pudu Leidi Blade" and clad in dragon-scale armor.

It was none other than the Immortal Sword Saint, Gongyang Yu.

Swish swish!
Three consecutive cuts, perfectly executed.

With a flick of his blade, Gongyang Yu created a lightning ball three zhang in size, instantly encircling the three masters.

Then, a crackling sound of clashes emanated from the lightning ball.

"Gongyang Yu, these three have been wounded by me and are now yours to deal with. Capture those who can be captured alive, and execute those who cannot be captured alive on the spot!"

Lin Yu gave the order, and his men headed towards the underground palace of the temple.

Deep within the underground palace, in a secret chamber, stands a temple.

Inside the hall, large cauldrons stood in rows, with orange flames burning fiercely inside. The heat was absorbed by the surrounding array and transformed into flowing spiritual energy.

Lin Yu broke through layers of restrictions, but could not find any trace of the Yuan Qi Divine Spirit.

"Could it be that the Spirit of Vitality has run away?" His gaze darkened, then he immediately dismissed the thought.

"Impossible. Before a deity takes human form, he is bound by faith and can never leave his birthplace."

Lin Yu's eyes turned cold, and he concluded that the Yuan Qi spirit must be hidden in the spatial node.

With a thought, an extremely powerful stream of thought, like mercury pouring out, densely filled the entire space.

This divine sense, as intricate as a net, traverses layers of time and space.

In an instant, a hidden "dust" fell into his senses—Lin Yu did not hesitate and plunged into it.

"Boom!"

The moment Lin Yu stepped inside, before he could even see his surroundings clearly, blinding light began to condense wildly, as if a black hole were collapsing—

Its brightness far exceeds the light of Amitabha Buddha and the light of immeasurable light recorded in the scriptures.

In an instant, a beam of light as thick as an arm shot out from the depths of space with a deafening roar, heading straight for Lin Yu.

This light was born solely for destruction.

Especially the booming cannon fire, which sounded like countless things exploding within the beam of light.

Upon hearing the cannon fire, Lin Yu had a feeling that it was the sound of ancient times, the sound of stars exploding in the sky.

(End of this chapter)