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Chapter 183 Little God from Another Land, You Did Your Best!

Soon, the starry sky trembled.

An unbelievable story has spread from a grand event at the Great Dream Pure Land.

Some claim to have seen the towering, mythical giants kneeling before the Lord of Heaven, receiving divine baptism, and becoming His subjects.

"What a joke! Our ancestor lived for millions of years and was incredibly majestic. How could he possibly kneel before someone?" a member of the Peacock Clan retorted online.

Their race is truly everywhere, flourishing across the myriad realms. They rank among the top in the hundreds of strongest stars, generally hovering around the twentieth or thirtieth place. At their peak, the race even produced two Reflection Giants.

Many people discussed this post, expressing their distrust.

Reflecting the heavens, their inherent impression is that they are high above, majestic as the heavens, like gods, manifesting in different star fields, worshipped by all races, and capable of shattering a great star with a single glance.

Such a life-or-death struggle, where one might be killed by an enemy, is impossible. How could one possibly abandon dignity, kneel down, kowtow, and swear allegiance, especially when it involves more than one person?

"Even if the Lord of Heaven were a true god descending to earth, it would be impossible!" someone declared vehemently.

But they were quickly proven wrong.

Major online gaming platforms across the country have all changed their slogans, from "Grand Dream Pure Land Gathering" to "The Great Lord of Heaven," who will lead all the saints of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to attack foreign lands and open up a divine path.

The accounts of those powerful clans were filled with congratulatory messages, declaring their submission to Heaven and that from this day forward, their people must worship the great Lord of Heaven, placing him above their ancestors.

"Are you kidding me?!"

The people on the starry platform were stunned. Overnight, everything changed. The entire universe declared its submission to heaven, and praise was everywhere.

It feels like we've entered a completely different world, which is hard to accept.

What exactly did the Lord of Heaven do to make all races submit and unify this universe? Even the old-established great races and the top ten Reflection Giants had no objections.

"Those who disrespect Heaven shall be punished!"

A cold voice echoed from the starry sky. Soon, some races witnessed a terrifying scene. Several pairs of icy eyes appeared in the sky above some nearby star systems and groups, looking down at those planets, which were as huge as the sun.

Without a doubt, it was a giant that reflected the heavens, surpassing even saints, its majesty inspiring awe.

Without a word, a single glance from them caused those planets to evaporate into thin air, and countless lives were lost.

"No!" Some of the sages who had survived on those planets roared in defiance, "Our ancestors were also giants of the Reflection Realm. Why did they commit such an act of extermination? Aren't they afraid of retaliation and the loss of their ancestral lands?"

"Ancestor?"

The giant's eyes held a hint of pity. "Your ancestors are long dead. You have offended the great Lord of Heaven and spoken disrespectfully! You deserve to die!"

"As for you people, you also bear original sin. Death is the best end for you. Even if you survive, you will only face a nightmare."

The saint was greatly shocked. His body swayed, and he almost fell from the void, muttering repeatedly, "How could this be?"

Immediately, a giant hand covering the starry sky descended and easily crushed him to death; the entire process was incredibly fast.

Such actions occurred more than once in the starry sky. Those reflecting giants directly intervened without Yang An's orders, acting ruthlessly to eliminate all those who disrespected or offended them.

This could be described as convert fanaticism.

This world only needs one voice, one force, and that is the gospel from the great heaven!

They had already submitted, and they showed no mercy in doing this; those who refused would die. They used this to demonstrate their unwavering loyalty, hoping to gain Yang An's approval.

But Yang An clearly didn't care about any of that. After issuing orders to collect faith, he led everyone to the foreign land.

He was not afraid of those reflections causing trouble, with the Mingchuan Empress and the Other Shore Flower in charge, not to mention a faith artifact that was constantly growing. He had endowed the immortal statue with the power of projection, and it could project a small statue in every place with the belief in Heaven.

It will erupt once there is danger, and according to the faith provided by the locals, the effects will vary from near-saint to divine.

"My lord, this is the soul passage we possess."

Led by the giant of the Great Dream Pure Land, Yang An was surrounded by beautiful female disciples who looked at him with admiration and awe. They were willing to give him anything he wanted.

Yang An simply gazed calmly at the passage before him, a vortex shrouded in black mist, its depths unfathomable, with faint, unidentified black particles seeping out, exuding an ominous aura.

But the people around seemed completely oblivious, not only the ordinary female disciples of the Great Dream Pure Land, but also the great figures and saints.

Only Yao Yao's grandfather, Yao Yao, and Chu Feng, a few special individuals, narrowed their eyes slightly.

"I feel somewhat uneasy."

Chu Feng said softly, surrounded by a group of saints and giants, he felt immense pressure, but none of them were as unsettling as that black passage, which seemed to lead to the underworld, making him shiver involuntarily.

For Yang An, traveling alone to a foreign land was an easy task.

However, leading a large group of people through the soul passage, including saints and those whose physical bodies were reflected there, was somewhat offensive to him, so Yang An decisively offered up something.

"Haotian Mirror!"

In the Sacred Ruins world, Yang An used this divine weapon for the first time. A hazy mirror appeared, supreme and noble, as if all the heavens and myriad worlds were floating within it, with the great sun in the sky and stars evolving.

He even had an ancient reflection of chaos, in which he saw the ancient chaotic universe. He was very surprised and felt as if he could cross this place and go there in just one step.

"How is this possible?!" He was very surprised and wondered what kind of treasure this was.

Even the legendary divine artifacts do not seem to possess such power.

This was formed from the essence of the Haotian Mirror, a divine weapon from the other shore, after it was shattered. Naturally, it was incomparable to the divine artifacts of the lesser underworld or the chaotic, broken universe. Although theoretically, even if it were to recover to its limit, it would only possess the power of a celestial being or a great sage.

But in other aspects it far surpasses them, inheriting some of the mechanisms from the legends and the other side, which is incredible even for the Great Emperor.

"Boom!"

The Haotian Mirror revived, radiating forbidden power. A celestial-level pressure flashed by, causing many reflections to tremble with fear. Then, a beam of mirror light pierced the air, fixing the soul passage. Colorful energy ripples appeared, altering the nature of the passage.

Meanwhile, things were far from peaceful in that foreign land.

A beam of colorful light pierced through the sky, filling the heavens with rainbow light and bringing with it a large amount of yin energy and the aura of the underworld, which dissipated as the two realms connected.

"What is that? I sense the aura of the underworld? It doesn't belong to this world!"

"Could it be that another world has attacked?!" A deity stood up, his expression grave.

The former Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the environment of the Lesser Underworld has become increasingly weak, and the Otherworld is not much better off, already decaying beyond recognition. The strongest beings there now are only gods, not much stronger than those in the Lesser Underworld. The powerful beings of the mortal realm collectively refer to these worlds as the Underworld, and do not consider this universe to have any connection with the mortal realm, viewing it all as the netherworld.

Even if a Celestial Venerable has emerged, it is still not one ten-thousandth as great as the mortal realm.

However, thanks to its extraordinary abilities and its past feat of attacking the mortal realm, the yang energy in this alien realm was relatively abundant, stronger than that of the lesser yin realm. The yin and yang energies instantly erupted into a violent conflict, hissing and crackling.

In various foreign lands, deities are resurrected, sensing an ominous aura of the underworld, and peering out.

They did not act rashly. The living environment in the alien realm was too harsh. Extraordinary arts were widespread, and a vast amount of strange substances existed. Even gods had to be cautious, as they could be ambushed, devoured, refined, and have their divine positions seized if they were not careful.

Who knows if this is a conspiracy by some deity? Such things have happened before.

"Who dares to invade my Martial God Palace!"

But the local deity nearby could not sit still. He was a majestic middle-aged man, radiating divine majesty, shining throughout the heavens, with one hand pointing to the sky and the other covering the earth, possessing supreme majesty that allowed him to dominate the universe.

This is the God of War, an unparalleled powerhouse who has risen to prominence in the last hundred years.

His ability to call himself a god of martial arts speaks volumes about his strength.

Although young, he is not to be underestimated and is feared by many gods.

Seeing the colorful light approaching from the sky, already bursting into the territory of the Martial God Palace and heading straight for him, the Martial God could no longer sit still. His eyes turned cold. "No matter who it is, anyone who dares to invade my Martial God Palace is courting death!"

"Martial God Mahamudra!"

Without hesitation, he struck out with his palm, meeting the colorful light head-on. His giant palm grasped the sky, his divine magic invincible. Every move of the deity could shake the heavens. He summoned a large star from beyond the realm. This alien world was relatively well-preserved, with strict rules and environment.

Therefore, a near-saint or saint does not have the power to destroy a star. If they suddenly fall back to their normal state, they are lucky if they can destroy an area of ​​several thousand miles.

Only gods can pluck stars from the sky and seize the moon!
"Boom!"

The power of the God of War is unfathomable. With a single palm strike, numerous cracks appeared in the void, stretching for tens of thousands of miles. He could grasp the heavens with a single hand, manifesting a mysterious aura filled with the figures of battle. Various martial arts techniques were blended into one, making him exceptionally domineering.

"Oh?"

When Yang An and his group arrived, they used the Haotian Mirror to open a passage to another realm. As soon as they appeared, they saw a giant hand reaching for the sky.

When the gods look up, they can see shadowy figures amidst the colorful light.

"Are they really from another world?!" They were somewhat surprised. Now, recalling it, they vaguely remembered some ancient traditions of certain sects, which seemed to say that every tens of thousands of years, some strange souls would come from another world, filled with heavy yin energy.

Could these people be from that world? Have they officially invaded now?

Apart from one person whose light shone like the sun, the others seemed quite ordinary to them, with heavy yin energy and low cultivation levels, only at the Reflection level.

"You dare to invade our world like this?"

These gods sneered, watching as the God of War took action and crushed these audacious individuals.

"A bunch of lowly mortal ants, how dare they offend my Martial God Palace!" The Martial God's face was filled with anger. He thought they were some formidable beings, but when he saw that they were just a group of shadows.

"Die!"

He grabbed with his large hand, divine light soaring into the sky, the void solidifying, intending to crush the people in the colorful light to death!
"It was a deity who intervened!!"

A group of people from the underworld were terrified. The moment they showed themselves, a deity attacked them. This world is too dangerous! Many people regretted their actions.

Even Yao Yao's grandfather and the Holy Master had solemn expressions. The power of the gods was unimaginable. If this palm strike landed, they would be severely injured even if they didn't die!

The otherworld is also regarded as the underworld by the mortal realm, one of the universes of the underworld, but the yang energy is relatively abundant, and the strength of those of the same level is relatively stronger, not to mention the gods, who completely crush these reflections.

The so-called "reflection of all heavens" and "giant of the starry sky" are just a joke once they leave the small underworld universe.

"Interesting, is this your welcoming ceremony?"

Yang An remained calm. He extended one hand to face the Martial God. The Reflection level posed no pressure to him; only gods were interesting. Otherwise, why would he have come to this foreign land?

A radiant hand emerged from the colorful light. The palm was perfect, without a single flaw, like the most beautiful thing in the world, like divine jade. As soon as it appeared, sacred notes resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Anyone who sees this palm will have the urge to kneel down and worship, and to pray.

The entire Martial God Palace and all living beings within tens of thousands of miles were shaken. They had already unconsciously knelt down, feeling a sense of blasphemy. How could they lay a hand on the great Heavenly Father?

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

The God of War was unimpressed. He couldn't sense any divine power in Yang An; at most, he was a mere mortal, a mere manifestation.

How dare you defy the immortal gods?!

"Boom!"

The two palms collided, the sky exploded, and countless black cracks appeared in the void, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, as if the world was about to be destroyed.

"The war of the gods has broken out!!" Countless cultivators from other realms were terrified and fled in all directions in a panic. The horror of the war of the gods was unimaginable, and it was also a disaster for the people of this world.

"Oh!"

Another violent tremor rang out, and the God of War actually retreated, his expression ashen.

"Little god from another realm, you've done your best!"

Yang An's voice descended from the sky, leisurely and with a sense of looking down. The alien realm is also one of the underworld universes. The gods there have limited strength, at most they are considered good in the Dao Severing Realm, but they are not comparable to true saints.

"Insanity!"

"You are nothing but a mortal, at most capable of reflecting realms. Even if you have cultivated some extraordinary skills, the gap between realms is unavoidable. How could you possibly contend with a god! It's all your conspiracy! I don't believe it!"

"Go to hell!"

The Martial God roared fiercely, like a provoked lion king, soaring into the sky. Layer upon layer of palm shadows, overwhelming and devastating, attacked Yang An as if to destroy the world.

Meanwhile, the people from the Lesser Underworld were completely transported to another realm.

"Well done!" Yang An laughed, shoving them aside and throwing them to the ground, then threw a punch at the God of War.

　I haven't been feeling well lately, so I'll just post two chapters for now. Also, I'm sharing a book by an older author; you can check it out if you're interested.
　　
　
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