Slay the Gods: Return of the Ancient Chinese Gods, Start with the Fuxi Plate

The pure land shattered into pieces in the explosion.

After a brief silence, the whole country turned into a sea of ​​celebration.

The cheers were like waves, shaking the sky.

The firefly-like power of faith surged from every corner of the human circle, like stardust and quicksand, dancing in the air and gathering around Ye Fan.

Ten million, twenty million, thirty million, forty million!

When the power of faith exceeded 40 million, the void trembled, and a "law" quietly appeared from nothingness.

Ye Fan is about to become a god.

Deep within the void, a certain being eagerly coveted the nascent "Law," but was blocked by the primordial rules of its birth. It could only watch helplessly as the "Law" took full shape and vanished into the void like a meteor.

“*“

As this strange syllable vibrated, the being unwillingly sank into deeper darkness.

"Commander Ye is about to become a god."

A joyful voice rang out, and Zhou Ping appeared beside the crowd. He looked up at Ye Fan, who was wrapped in golden faith, with sincere joy in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

Commander Ye, who usually whipped him severely and was willing to sacrifice his life for him, and who was both his teacher and brother, finally came to this point.

It’s great that Ye Fan didn’t die because of Zhou Ping.

Lin Qiye asked enviously, "Senior Sword Saint, can you tell me what it's like to become a god?"

"Experience?" Zhou Ping shook his head and whispered:

"It has nothing to do with the experience, because there's no comfort or discomfort in this process. If I had to describe it, it's probably closer to that sense of mission that's etched into the very fabric of life when your genetic chain breaks free from its shackles. While this metaphor is a bit odd, it's all I can think of."

"What is a sense of mission?" Su Yan asked.

"Here's what I think: looking at the long history of life's evolution, from cells, paramecium, snakes, insects, rats, ants... to humans, the ultimate mission of every species is engraved in its genes: evolution."

Zhou Ping lowered his head, a little unsure:

"The moment you become a god, your ultimate mission is fulfilled, and you'll feel a sense of satisfaction at the completion of your life's evolution..."

Although I didn't understand, I was deeply shocked... With strangers watching, the more Zhou Ping spoke, the more his head drooped. Seeing that he was about to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, Su Yan quickly changed the subject:

"Look, Commander Ye's divine pattern is about to appear!"

Lin Qiye's curiosity was overflowing, and he asked three questions in a row: "What are divine runes? Do all gods have divine runes? Does Senior Zhou Ping have them too?"

"Yes, we have them all." Su Yan nodded.

"Divine runes are actually the embodiment of the laws of operation, and they will accompany the gods throughout their lives. However, many gods hide their divine runes, not wanting their laws to be easily seen by others. Of course, some gods don't care.

"For example, the divine pattern between Nezha's eyebrows is the mark of a fire lotus. He himself thinks it is very handsome. Not only does he not hide it, but it blooms brightly when he activates the law."

Su Yan looked at Zhou Ping and said with a smile, "Senior, is your rune [Sword]?"

"Well, I'm a sword."

Zhou Ping nodded, and a hazy ancient seal character appeared on his palm. It was the word "sword" that could only be understood and not written.

Lin Qiye suddenly realized, and suddenly remembered that when Nyx used the law, a "Night" would appear on the back of his right hand, which should be Nyx's divine pattern.

Huh? Why is Nyx, a foreigner, using ancient seal characters for his divine emblem?

.......From now on, will my divine pattern also be [Night]?

Then what can Su Yan do?

If he keeps going this way, he'll have a Azure Dragon on his left, a White Tiger on his right, and an Old Ox on his waist...isn't that enough room on his body? Maybe by then, he'll even have a Bagua tattoo on his butt.

Lin Qiye's thoughts were flying wildly.

I never thought I'd be able to witness the birth of a god with my own eyes... An Qingyu, unable to contain his thirst for truth, pressed on, "Su Yan, does the formation of divine patterns have anything to do with personal will? If I could ever glimpse the divine path, the divine pattern I'd want would be a fish swimming upstream."

The fish swimming upstream, is the river the river of the river bait? ... The earlobes of the river bait quietly turn red:

"He loves me!"

"Don't be naive. Divine patterns are more than just decorative patterns. There are real things hidden in those mysterious patterns. Have you seen the lightning mark between the eyebrows of the thunder beast? That is the real thunder magic!"

"If it could really be customized..." Su Yan suddenly grinned, "Then I would definitely have to get an excavator pattern, and I could just run over anyone I didn't like."

At this point, Su Yan was suddenly stunned and slapped his thigh in frustration: "Damn it, why didn't I think of this!"

"What happened?!" Everyone was shocked at the same time.

"Of course, ordinary gods can't customize divine patterns, but Commander Ye is different. He follows the path of faith and worship. Whatever patterns are engraved on the statues that believers worship, the pattern will appear between his eyebrows."

Su Yan sighed and said with a sad heart, "What a mistake, what a big mistake. If I had thought of this earlier, I would have dug an excavator into the forehead of his statue!"

Fortunately, you made a mistake. Listen to what you said... Lin Qiye and others rolled their eyes.

Only the little fat boy turned pale and spoke haltingly, "No, that can't be... What's engraved between the eyebrows? What is Commander Ye's divine pattern?"

Baili Pangpang's abnormal behavior made Su Yan understand something instantly, and asked:

"I originally asked you to carve the divine pattern of [Brahma], you wouldn't have carved [Brahma God] instead."

Baili Pangpang said with a sad face: "I... am a [Brahma God]... almost."

Su Yan glared at him speechlessly. "Forget it, it doesn't matter if there are more words. Besides, even if your handwriting is ugly, the divine pattern will automatically transform into ancient script. You don't need to panic too much."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan's body suddenly burst into golden light. He put his hands on his hips and raised his head, his laughter piercing the clouds and cracking the rocks.

The divine pattern between the eyebrows first flickered like a star, then burned like molten gold, and finally became as bright as the rising sun, illuminating the world.

From the left temple, stretch all the way to the right temple.

——【passion!!!】

Zhou Ping:? ? ? ? ? ?

Su Yan: ???

Lin Qiye: ???

Chapter 453: The Legend of the Cowherd God

Three days later.

Hokkaido, Black Sycamore Club.

The once vibrant neon lights have long since peeled from the walls, leaving only creepers spreading wildly. The bustling streets are no longer bustling, and the "Black Paulownia" that once sparked a craze among middle-aged and elderly women in Osaka has now been completely lost to time.

Only some urban legends that are difficult to distinguish between true and false remain, quietly circulating among people's mouths.

In the club's largest private room, wine bottles were stacked askew on the glass coffee table, and the smooth bottles reflected several young smiling faces.

Shen Qingzhu shook his red wine glass and exclaimed, "I didn't expect that Xiao Lina's home would be the Black Wutong Club. I've heard of your name for a long time!"

"Is this club famous?" Cao Yuan looked confused.

Everyone gathered here from noon the day before yesterday, and the wine bottles were emptied one after another.

For more than two days, not a single customer visited this club. I don’t know what Brother Zha is so shocked about.

"That's now. This place was really great before!"

Shen Qingzhu straightened up and uttered a click of the tongue: "Everyone knows that I used to be the team leader of the Osaka Black Killing Group. The Black Killing Cowherd business has always been the top one in Osaka, but just three months ago, this shop suddenly appeared out of nowhere with a cowherd god, and stole 60% of our high-class ladies from us.

"Sixty percent, do you know what this means?" Shen Qingzhu gestured six times:

"He stole two-thirds of the 17 male escort agencies and over VIP ladies. He almost monopolized the entire industry!"

"Wow~ This is truly the God of Cowherd!"

Baili Pangpang, who has a full understanding of the club industry, couldn't help but exclaimed.

What does a 60% VIP customer attraction rate mean? If this happened in ancient times, it would at least be a top courtesan like Chen Yuanyuan, right?

"Why are you so attractive to ladies? Is it because you are good at wielding spears and sticks?" Baili Pangpang asked in a low voice.

"Nonsense!" Shen Qingzhu glanced around and lowered his voice. "He claims to be selling his art, not his body, but I think he's using a hunger marketing strategy... I heard he's extremely good at using words to make people orgasm, or what we call "chatter"! He also has various special programs you can request, such as splits, dragon water-sucking dance, playing the suona..."

If you sell your body instead of your skills, you should at least be a Diao Chan!

If I looked like this, Molly would love me to death… Baili Pangpang was a little jealous and said tartly, “Brother, keep talking. How did this store become like this? Did your Black Killing Group shut it down?”

"With a righteous leader like me, I will never allow them to do this." Shen Qingzhu glanced at Jia Lan and Jiang Er who were chatting and laughing. Seeing that their attention was not here, he leaned forward calmly and said in a low voice:

"I heard he was drugged in the end... He contracted a serious illness and couldn't be cured. He died!"

"Oh, what a pity~ Blue-faced men are so short-lived. That's why boys should learn to protect themselves when they are outside." Baili Pangpang suddenly felt refreshed and couldn't help but smile. He stretched out his arm and put his arm around Lin Qiye's shoulders:

"Qiye, why do I feel like you're in a bad mood? You should smile when you're out having fun."

“…Don’t dare to laugh.”

Lin Qiye felt like he was being watched with a thorn in his back. He lowered his head and carefully studied the Japanese words on the wine bottle, nodding slightly from time to time as if thinking about something.

What is there to study about the ingredient list?

Baili Pangpang scratched his head and bumped his shoulder against Su Yan: "Su Yan, why aren't you smiling? We are about to go back to Da Xia. Aren't you happy?"

"Happy. I'm super happy."

"Then why don't you smile?"

Su Yan's fingers unconsciously pinched a red wine bottle opener, the metal spiral twisting and deforming like plasticine.

Staring at Lin Qiye:

"Hey Hey."

"Aha!"

Lin Qiye suddenly stood up and said excitedly, "I feel that Commander Ye has woken up. I'll go over and take a look!"

Baili Pangpang couldn't laugh anymore.

On the day Commander Ye became a god, after the divine pattern appeared, the excess power of faith knocked him unconscious and he fell into a deep sleep.

So this matter is still in the state where nothing has been exposed.

For the past two days, Baili Pangpang treated every day as the last day of his life and tried his best to live.

But what should be avoided cannot be avoided, and it will come eventually.