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Chapter 418 The Land of Gods' Exile!
High in the sky somewhere.

Several dim beams of divine light tore through the clouds.

It wobbled and crashed into the magnificent architectural complex that floated above the sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

The magnificent palaces and pavilions stretch endlessly, adorned with auspicious clouds and cranes.

The light subsided, revealing several figures.

Their breathing was disordered, and their divine light was dim.

Golden bloodstains were visible where the robe was torn.

As soon as they landed, three of them could no longer hold back and spat out mouthfuls of golden blood, which splattered onto the smooth, mirror-like white jade steps beneath their feet, creating a striking sight.

Their faces were ashen, and their brows were furrowed.

The leader still had a faint red glow around him.

It was that blazing, sun-like deity on the Arctic ice sea.

He turned around abruptly, and his already unpleasant expression instantly darkened to a point where it seemed like water could drip from it.

There were ten gods when they set out.

At this moment, only nine people remain standing in front of the South Heavenly Gate.

His gaze suddenly fixed on the face of a deity on his left, dressed in a dark yellow robe, whose aura was also unsteady.

"Huangyan! Where's Lao Wu?!"

"You used your divine power to pull the fifth brother, pushing him towards that blade of light, shielding him from death. Tell me! Was it true or not?!"

The deity known as Huangyan trembled slightly.

His face instantly filled with a mixture of pain and guilt: "Brother, in my haste, I lost my composure; it was a completely unintentional mistake made under pressure."

Stress? An unintentional mistake?
Listen to this.

The red-lighted deity curled his lips into a mocking smile.

Which of them present hadn't lived through countless years and endured countless tribulations?
We've survived mountains of knives and seas of fire, and battles between gods and demons.

Would you let a mere word like "urgency" throw you off balance?
This sentence.
It's ridiculously fake.

The other deities also had flickering eyes, some looking down at the bloodstains on their sleeves, others gazing at the surging sea of ​​clouds in the distance. No one spoke up, and no one defended the fifth brother.

They knew perfectly well that Huang Yan's words were utter nonsense.

Although they were horrified by the power of the Candle Dragon and the human boy's single strike.

But which one of them didn't make the most self-serving choice in an instant?

How could someone possibly be so panicked as to need to grab someone nearby to take the fall?

But even though he's dead, the fifth brother isn't completely annihilated.
The faith still exists, but it has been severely damaged and will require a long time to be reborn.

When he returns, there will be a day when he settles the score with Huang Yan.

What good will it do to jump out and criticize Huang Yan at this moment, except to completely sever ties?

In the face of eternal life, the bond of comrades for a moment is meaningless.

It is far less important than one's own safety and future plans.

The red-light deity understood as he looked at the silent crowd.

He let out a heavy snort, forcibly suppressing his surging blood and qi, straightening his back, and although the red light around him had dimmed, it had regained a sense of majesty.

He stopped looking at Huang Yan's hypocritical face and turned his gaze to the towering South Heavenly Gate, shrouded in auspicious energy. He said in a deep voice, "Forget it, we'll talk about Fifth Brother's matter later. Let's go report first. That person has already shown signs of becoming a Human Emperor by cultivating the Primordial Heavenly Strategy to the second stage."

Without saying another word, he took the lead and walked away.

They stepped onto the cloud-like staircase leading to the Lingxiao Palace.

The other deities, including Huang Yan whose expression kept changing, quickly composed themselves and silently followed.

The South Heavenly Gate before us soars into the clouds.

The gateposts are entwined with mysterious golden dragon patterns.

As the seven weakened deities approached the gate, the surging sea of ​​clouds in front of them suddenly began to violently churn.

A face that blots out the sky emerged from the depths of the clouds.

The giant face has rugged and hard features, and its eyes are like two burning lava stars.

It was the giant spirit god who guarded the South Heavenly Gate.

The giant god's lava-like eyes swept over the gods below.

They lingered for a moment, especially on the golden blood on their robes and the listless aura around them.

The corners of his mouth turned down very noticeably.

His expression was blatantly filled with contempt.

He didn't even bother to speak.

The golden runes flowing above the South Heavenly Gate glowed slightly.

The two doors slid open silently, revealing a scene of radiant light and towering celestial palaces behind them.

The Red Light God and others were oblivious to the Giant Spirit God's contempt, or rather, they had long since become numb to it.

They were expressionless, not even bothering to look up at the giant face.

He walked straight through the open South Heavenly Gate, his figure disappearing into that magnificent yet cold celestial scene.

They flew towards the most magnificent Lingxiao Palace in the center.

The Lingxiao Palace was so empty it was unsettling.

The once magnificent scene of gods surrounding the palace and celestial officials appearing like clouds is long gone.

The dome is high and far, painted with a map of the stars in the sky, but the starlight appears unusually dim.

Deep inside the hall.

Above the nine jade steps lies the Nine-Dragon Imperial Throne, a symbol of supreme authority.

Only one figure was sitting there at that moment.

That's a teenager.

She wore the simplest plain white clothes, without any complicated patterns, and her long hair was casually tied back with a wooden hairpin, with a few strands falling in front of her forehead.

He casually rested one hand on the armrest of the throne, propping up his cheek, his eyes closed, his breathing long and deep.

It looks like she's asleep.

He was the only person in the entire hall.

Several deities entered the empty hall.

They stopped at the foot of the jade steps, bowed slightly, but did not perform a full salute.

There was little reverence in their posture.

The moment they stood still.

The young man on the throne slowly opened his eyes.

Looking down at the various deities below, each with a different expression.

Without waiting for them to speak.

A flat, emotionless voice suddenly rang out in the hall:

"Do you all know the significance of the Heavenly Court's existence?"

This unexpected question startled the gods below the steps.

Unexpectedly, the boy spoke first.

And they even asked this question.

The Red Light God, the Fire God Lord whom the other gods revered as their elder brother, frowned almost imperceptibly for a moment before relaxing and regaining his calm and composed demeanor.

He seemed not to have heard the Heavenly Emperor's question at all.

He slightly bent his knees, half-kneeling on the ground, and stated in a steady voice:

"Your Majesty, a strange phenomenon has occurred in the mortal realm. A human named Fang Qingyu has appeared. This person has received the true teachings of Pangu and has cultivated the Primordial Creation Strategy to the second stage, the Pure and Turbid Realm, thus beginning to possess the ability to create the world. His potential is limitless, and he already shows some signs of becoming the next Human Emperor. If allowed to grow unchecked, he will surely become a major threat to the Heavenly Court in time, and may even threaten Your Majesty's throne. I beseech Your Majesty to consider this carefully and swiftly dispatch powerful troops to the mortal realm to annihilate him and prevent future troubles!"

His words directly implied a threat to Fang Qingyu.

It was elevated to the point of shaking the very foundation of the Heavenly Emperor.

However, the young Heavenly Emperor on the throne, after hearing this report...

His face remained that eternally indifferent expression.

Those eyes focused on Lord Li Huo, and he spoke again.

"Do you all know the significance of the Heavenly Court's existence?"

The exact same problem.

It rang out again, word for word.

The God of Fire, who was kneeling, stiffened slightly, and the gods behind him exchanged bewildered glances.

Although the Heavenly Emperor was foolish in the past.
But they will eventually give in to them.

Why does it look like he's really lost his mind this time?
Lord Li Huo slowly raised his head.

He stared directly at the young man on the imperial throne.

His face showed no anger, no confusion, only an almost indifferent calm.

He stood up, his movements unhurried, and brushed away non-existent dust from his robe sleeves:
"It seems Your Majesty is already aware of this matter. In that case, we shall take our leave."

After saying that, he didn't look at the Heavenly Emperor again and turned to leave.

His steps were steady, without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing this, the other six gods followed suit.

In the empty Lingxiao Palace, only the sound of their departing footsteps remained.

And sitting high on the imperial throne.

Those calm eyes watching their retreating figures.

Until the figures completely disappeared outside the South Heavenly Gate.

The two doors closed silently again, isolating the inside from the outside.

The young Heavenly Emperor slowly withdrew his gaze.

And I don't know who they're asking.
"Do you all know the significance of the Heavenly Court's existence?"

With that whisper, he closed his eyes again.

The entire Lingxiao Palace fell into a deathly silence once again.

the other side.

Somewhere in the Arctic.

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei hovered in front of an iceberg that was hundreds of meters high.

The iceberg has an eerie, dark blue color.

And on the side of the iceberg facing them.

On the ice wall, which is several tens of meters above the sea surface.

There was an irregularly shaped black hole.

The opening was about two people high, with uneven edges.

It was as if it had been forcibly torn apart by some force.

The cave entrance was incredibly deep, with not a single ray of light escaping, only pure darkness.

An aura carrying a strong sense of spatial disorder was continuously emanating from the cave, causing the surrounding air to slightly distort.

"I know."

Fang Qingyu stared at the deep cave entrance, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Legend has it that the purpose of the Heavenly Court is to maintain order in the human world."

Fang Qingyu looked at Jiang Wei beside him.

I know why she suddenly asked me that question.

Jiang Wei lightly touched the air with her bare feet, her white dress remaining motionless in the cold wind. Her ruby-like eyes were fixed on the black hole. Upon hearing this, she nodded slightly: "That's right, this is the original intention behind the establishment of the Heavenly Court. The Jade Emperor rules over the Three Realms, purifying the turbid and establishing the order. However..."

"However, the Heavenly Court has actually been defunct for a long time."

"Each Heavenly Emperor only has the title of Jade Emperor, but not the authority of the Jade Emperor."

"Because the power possessed by the Jade Emperor was used to stabilize this world long ago, which was also the place where the gods were exiled and lived before."

Fang Qingyu seemed to be deep in thought, then turned his gaze back to the black hole: "So, the place you mentioned that might contain extremely precious items that meet my needs is in the Land of Exile of the Gods?"

"Correct!"

Jiang Wei nodded firmly, her eyes sparkling with the certainty that came from the long memories of the drought demon.

"Yes, according to the timeline over there, this place has existed for hundreds of thousands of years. Although there are no living things over there now due to the interconnection between the two worlds, there should still be some ancient artifacts that may meet your needs."

She was referring to something similar to the reverse scale of a red python.

The spine of the Kunpeng is a wondrous object that inherently contains the ultimate primal power.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu understood.

Jiang Wei was fully aware of his needs.

Therefore, he naturally believed her assessment of this place of exile.

However, after pondering for a moment, Fang Qingyu asked a crucial question: "What about the flow of time? Legend has it that one day in heaven is equivalent to one year on earth. After we go inside, will a long time have passed outside?"

Jiang Wei smiled at the question: "Of course not. It's just that that world has existed for a long time, just like this world. However, the creatures in that world look completely different from those in this world. That's because it's actually a world like a Sumeru space. Now that space is broken, ordinary people can't survive in it. This makes it the perfect place for the gods to be banished, since they can't gain faith from that space."

She explained it very clearly.

Fang Qingyu was completely relieved.

With time synchronization, there will be no worries.

Then he looked at Jiang Wei and said, "In that case, shall we go?"

However, Jiang Wei did not act immediately. Instead, her expression turned serious, and her ruby-like eyes were fixed on Fang Qingyu. She said in a serious tone, "Okay! But once we're inside, no matter what happens, you must hold my hand tightly! You absolutely cannot let go, otherwise we might get lost inside."

Seeing Jiang Wei's serious expression, Fang Qingyu nodded solemnly as well.

It's surprising that someone like Jiang Wei would issue such a serious warning.

The dangers of that place of exile were unimaginable. So Fang Qingyu did not hesitate to extend his right hand, spread his five fingers, and firmly grasp Jiang Wei's slightly cool and soft left hand.

I could feel the warmth and pressure from his palm.

The seriousness in Jiang Wei's eyes vanished instantly.

With a hint of satisfaction.
Follow Fang Qingyu toward the entrance of the passage.

At the same time, I couldn't help but feel grateful to Wei Banmeng.

The trick that Sister Banmeng mentioned is actually quite effective!

Soon, their figures were swallowed up by the thick darkness.

Shortly after Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei's figures completely disappeared into the black hole.

In the shadow of a huge ice floe, several hundred meters from the cave entrance.

The air rippled like water.

A figure appeared silently.

It was the young Heavenly Emperor who had just been whispering with his eyes closed in the empty Lingxiao Palace.

Even now, he is still unconsciously muttering that question:

"Do you all know the significance of the Heavenly Court's existence?"

With a murmur, he took a step forward, his figure seemingly merging into the wind.

In an instant, he traversed hundreds of meters and plunged into the deep darkness without hesitation.

The cave entrance rippled slightly before returning to complete silence.

There was no sense of being torn apart by space, nor was there a long, dark passage.

It was as if we had only passed through a thin curtain of water.

The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.

A moment of being grounded.

Fang Qingyu immediately observed the surrounding scenery.

He subconsciously tightened his grip on Jiang Wei's hand.

The sky here has a sickly twilight hue, with large swaths of orange-red, dark purple, and leaden gray haphazardly smeared together like an overturned bucket of paint.

It gives people a feeling of oppression and restlessness.

But that's not the most unsettling part.

The most terrifying thing is that this chaotic sky is covered with countless black holes of all sizes.

The edges of these holes are twisted and irregular, like tattered cloth that has been burned through; the largest of them is probably several thousand meters in diameter.

What you see through these skylights is not the stars and the universe.

Instead, it was a turbulent void filled with indescribable and bizarre phenomena.

Distorted light, torn fragments of space.
Just watching from afar.

It makes people feel very uncomfortable.

It felt as if looking at it too much would cause one to be sucked away by the chaotic vortex.

"Don't look at those void gaps." Jiang Wei's cold voice immediately rang in Fang Qingyu's ears, carrying a warning.

"That's a crack in this collapsing space, containing immense terror!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu immediately looked away.

I forcefully suppressed the discomfort in my heart.

They turned their gaze to the land where they stood.

Beneath my feet lay hard, gray-black earth, covered with fine gravel and fragments of some kind of weathered rock.

A strange smell, like sulfur mixed with rotten wood, filled the air.

And ahead lay an endless expanse.
forest?

That can no longer be called a forest in the ordinary sense.

As far as the eye can see, there are countless giant plants that are hundreds or even thousands of meters tall.

The trunk is as thick as a mountain, and its surface is covered with scale-like or shell-like structures that shimmer with a metallic sheen.

The enormous leaves come in various shapes and sizes, some resembling giant umbrellas that block out the sky.

Some of them are like countless sharp spears piercing the sky.

Some have broad, thick leaves that are an eerie purplish-red color.

The surface constantly secretes a viscous liquid, which gathers in the low-lying areas to form colorful swamps.
These plants form a forest.

Its grandeur and eeriness far surpassed any scene Fang Qingyu had ever seen.

Humans are as insignificant as dust in this world.

“These plants...we have to be careful!” Jiang Wei also stared at the giant forest, her red eyes filled with obvious apprehension.

"Here, the most important things to watch out for, besides those deadly void holes in the sky, are these seemingly dormant green plants."

"They are far more dangerous than many deadly beasts."

She paused, then added, "Also, although most of the gods have long since left this desolate prison because they could no longer draw faith from it, we cannot rule out the possibility that there are a few special beings, or old monsters who remain here for some reason. It's best to be cautious in everything."

Fang Qingyu nodded solemnly.

Before me lies a bizarre and treacherous world.
It was more dangerous than expected.

Jiang Wei closed her eyes, seemingly sensing something.

A moment later, she opened her eyes, her ruby-like pupils gazing in a certain direction from this eerie giant forest.

"This way."

Jiang Wei took Fang Qingyu's hand, chose a direction, and the two of them soared into the air, transforming into two streaks of light.

Carefully avoid the towering giant plants and the conspicuous huge void in the sky.

They flew towards the area deeper in the giant forest where the fog was even thicker.

"In the drought demon's memory, the information about this land of exile is also very fragmented."

During the flight, Jiang Wei's voice entered Fang Qingyu's mind directly, avoiding attracting unnecessary attention.

"However, there is a legend that has been passed down among a few ancient gods."

She pointed to a distant area where the light was distorted and the mist was thick: "That's it. Legend has it that when the world was first created, the great god Pangu exhausted his strength and perished. When his magnificent body transformed into all things in the primordial world to nourish the heavens and the earth, there was a piece of Dao bone containing the original power of Pangu's creation of the world. It failed to blend into the earth and mountains and rivers. Instead, it was secretly intercepted and hidden by a primordial true spirit born in the gap of chaos."

"Innate True Spirit?" Fang Qingyu's eyes widened in surprise.

A being capable of hiding a bone when Pangu transformed into all things
This doesn't seem simple at all.

“Yes.” Jiang Wei nodded, her expression carrying a hint of reminiscence. “It was an existence even more ancient than many innate gods and demons, born in the time before chaos was clear. Its form was unpredictable, and its power was extremely strange.”

"It seems to have an instinctive greed for the pure power of creation contained in the bones of Pangu, but it cannot directly absorb or utilize it, and finally chooses to hide it deep in a remote place that even the gods cannot reach."

Over time, the legend arose that the bones of Pangu were buried here.

Fang Qingyu's heart stirred slightly upon hearing this.

The bones of Pangu.

This is definitely a divine object far surpassing the Crimson Python's reverse scale and the Kunpeng's spine.

As the vessel for the Shattered Star Battle Master's advancement to the fourth rank.
It's a perfect match.

After all, the source of power of the Primordial Creation Strategy is the same as that of Pangu.

But then Fang Qingyu had some doubts: "Wouldn't any gods go looking for something like this? Would those top gods just let it be buried?"

Jiang Wei smiled knowingly: "That's the crux of the matter."

"Legends are just legends, ethereal and unverified. Moreover, for those truly top-tier powerhouses, they are either completely untouchable or their own Dao has already been established, and the bones of Pangu would not be of much benefit to their path. On the contrary, they might even trigger conflicts in their own power systems."

"As for using it for refining weapons, that level of existence usually already exists, or it is not needed at all."

"Therefore, the legend of that piece of Pangu's bone has always existed."

"Not many people would go to the trouble of searching for it."

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And shortly after they left.

Not far from where they had previously hovered, a giant fern, a kilometer tall and covered with dark purple crystalline scales, stood in the shadow of its leaves, which were as wide as a plaza.

The space rippled like water.

The figure of the young Heavenly Emperor quietly appeared.

At this moment, the blank look on his face from when he was in the Lingxiao Palace had completely disappeared.

His eyes regained their liveliness.

He gazed silently in the direction where Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei had disappeared.

He looked up again at the voids in the sky, like scars on the world.

A complex emotion, difficult to describe, flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, she murmured softly.
"The Primordial Creation Strategy, is it?"

"It's up to you."

The words have not yet fallen.

His figure blurred again as he silently followed the faint trail left by Fang Qingyu and the other person.

at the same time.

Kamijō City, headquarters building of the Shinkansen Bureau.

The reception hall on the first floor was bustling with activity at that moment.

The ringing of the telephone, the sound of hurried footsteps, and anxious shouts were all mixed together.

on the screen.

A dense stream of urgent battle reports from all over the Federation scrolled by:
"A massive gathering of life-destroying energy has been detected deep in the Pacific Ocean!"

"Seventeen cities on the East Coast are simultaneously being impacted by a high-intensity tide of ghostly beings; the force field shield's energy is critically low!"

The air was thick with tension.

Every staff member seemed to be in a hurry.

Right at the heart of this chaos and noise.

A figure in pure white walked silently, like an iceberg standing alone in the world.

Zhulong wore a simple white T-shirt and dark blue jeans, with her hair tied in a neat high ponytail. Her peerless face remained completely calm.

The surging crowd around her seemed to automatically part, as if she were walking in another parallel dimension, where no one could see her or touch her.

Her steps were unhurried, her gaze fixed on the front of the hall.

The receptionist was surrounded by countless phone calls and anxious crowds.

Behind the front desk, a woman in her early thirties, with a capable yet gentle demeanor, was extremely busy.

With one hand rapidly typing on the keyboard, allocating resources from various locations, and the other holding the phone, issuing instructions: "All Life Beads in Emergency Warehouse No. 3, immediately load them onto trucks and transport them to the East Coast, prioritizing supplies to the cities of Canglan, Nutao, and Haiya. Yes! At all costs, ensure they are delivered before the protective shield collapses."

Communication appears to have been forcibly cut off.

The woman frowned, slammed the phone down on the table, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She took a deep breath and picked up another constantly ringing phone.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the figure standing quietly in front of the front desk.

Time seemed to stand still for her at that moment.

The anxiety caused by the pressure on the woman's face vanished instantly, like ice and snow melting away, replaced by a genuine smile of surprise.

She temporarily ignored the agonizing ringing of the phone and smiled at Zhulong.

The voice carried a hint of familiar reproach:
"Oh? What a rare guest! You great deity, what brings you to my humble temple today?"

His tone was relaxed, as if the person before him was not an ancient god who controlled the source of time and space.

Instead, it was an old friend I hadn't seen in a long time.

Zhulong's black and white heterochromatic eyes, as calm as still water, quietly watched the woman, seemingly pondering her question seriously.

A few seconds later, she spoke, her voice still cold and clear: "These past few days, I've been traveling through the human world and have seen some sights."

She paused, as if organizing her thoughts.

"The market was bustling, the lights were like a sea of ​​stars, and there were hundreds of kinds of food. Children chased and played, and the old people sat and chatted. The human touch was even better than I remembered."

The woman paused slightly upon hearing this, then her smile deepened.
It carries a deep sense of identification.

She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the smooth countertop, her chin propped up. Her gaze seemed to follow Zhulong's words and see those vivid scenes. Her tone was gentle yet affirmative: "Yes, who can say otherwise? Looking at those ordinary, bustling moments, those people's drive to make a living, and those tiny hopes that are still being ignited in despair, I also feel that this world is quite good."

As Zhulong listened to his sister's seemingly sympathetic words, a rare look of surprise flashed across his clear black and white eyes.

This seems to be a little different from the reaction she expected.

Her delicate brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and her red lips parted slightly as she asked directly what was on her mind: "So... sister, are you planning to stop?"

"Stop?"

The woman behind the counter seemed to have heard a joke.

Couldn't help but chuckle.

However, the busy crowd around them did not react at all.

The woman laughed for a while before gradually stopping.

She raised her head and looked at Zhulong again:
"You only see the superficial goodness, but you forget to think about why this goodness comes from and why it exists."

She pointed to the people in the hall, their faces pale from the terrible news from the front lines, yet still gritting their teeth and continuing to coordinate, and then to the countless alarms on the screen.

"Look at this busyness, this struggle in despair, this unprecedented unity, the goodness that humanity is showing right now, this wonderful atmosphere of everyday life. Isn't it precisely because of the existence of the Ghost of Fate that it has been forcibly stimulated and brought together?"

"Without this threat of collapse, without the pressure of annihilation, this world would be nothing more than a pile of loose sand, filled with ignorance, greed, infighting, and endless strife."

Finally, she tilted her head slightly.

Looking at Zhulong's heterochromatic black and white eyes, which finally showed signs of emotion.

"It is because of me that this world shows the wonderful appearance you described."

"So why should I stop?"

(End of this chapter)