Chapter Eleven: The Divine Clan of Tianxing

“Hahahaha!” That deep, powerful voice echoed again, filled with magnetic force. “Water God, it’s been many years. I wonder how strong you are now?”

A dark shadow slowly appeared in the seat opposite Nan Luo. Raising his right hand, which radiated a black glow, he punched toward Nan Luo.

The pitch-black divine fist devoured all light, sound, color, even space itself, gradually evolving into a miniature black hole that crashed toward Nan Luo with the ferocity of heavenly thunder.

“Well met!” A flash of golden light crossed Nan Luo’s eyes as he lifted his right hand, radiating blue light, and struck back at the onrushing black fist.

A blue divine fist bloomed with gentle brilliance, yet everything before it was relentlessly frozen.

Light, color, sound, temperature—even space itself—were sealed by the blue divine fist.

Blue divine fist against black divine fist; freezing all against devouring all.

With a thunderous crash, the blue and black fists collided.

The frozen blue light spread toward the miniature black hole, gradually encasing it in ice. The devouring force of the black hole could not consume the freezing power.

Just as the miniature black hole was about to be completely frozen, it suddenly contracted, then exploded, both forces annihilating each other in a burst of nothingness.

In the aftermath of the explosion, Nan Luo and the dark figure stared at each other, unmoving. Clearly, such a blast could not harm them.

Suddenly, deep and dangerous cracks in space riddled the entire room, like a mirror about to shatter.

The shadow raised his right hand, emitting a beam of black light that swept across the room.

Under the illumination of the black light, the shattered, mirror-like space was forcibly restored, appearing exactly as before.

The black glow faded from the shadow, gradually revealing its true form.

A plump, fair-skinned man, with shoulder-length black hair, narrow black eyes squinting, dressed in a white divine robe bearing a large black rune for “Feast” on the chest.

This was Shi Shi, the Primordial God-Demon who cultivated the Law of Devouring.

Because of this, he was also mockingly called the God-Demon of Food.

However, Nan Luo and the others preferred to call Shi Shi “Fatty.” After all, among the Primordial God-Demons, only Shi Shi was fat.

“You truly are a harbinger of trouble! You show up and immediately wreck one of my divine chambers.” Fatty’s face was stern, his small eyes narrowed as he stared at Nan Luo, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

Hearing such an obviously loaded statement, Nan Luo couldn’t help but smile. “Ha! I admit I come with ill intent. But still, you met with me, didn’t you?”

Fatty could only look speechlessly at the shameless Nan Luo and laugh in resignation.

When Nan Luo entered Mount God of Food wearing the Ring of the Water God, the Devouring God Ring in Fatty’s hand—connected as all such rings are—immediately alerted him.

But Fatty hadn’t wanted to see Nan Luo. He had a vague sense that Nan Luo’s arrival would bring a great and inescapable karma.

This karma was so immense that even a God King at the peak of perfection like Fatty would be easily crushed by it.

Fatty couldn’t tell if this immense karma was a blessing or a curse.

So, he didn’t greet Nan Luo right away, pretending not to know he’d arrived.

Naturally, this annoyed Nan Luo. He thought, “That damned Fatty, ignoring me like that.”

In his irritation, Nan Luo deliberately made trouble, demanding the impossible-to-provide Qilin Banquet.

The God of Food’s Hall couldn’t produce it, so Nan Luo seized the chance to cause a scene.

In the end, Fatty had no choice but to show himself.

Suite 9527.

Countless graceful divine maidens entered, each bearing jade trays, their slender waists swaying as they presented rare and precious divine dishes.

A troupe of music gods played and sang within the suite, each performing their own exquisite melody.

“You may go.” Fatty’s deep, magnetic voice gave the command.

The maidens and musicians bowed respectfully to Nan Luo—shrouded in blue light—and to Fatty—wreathed in black glow—then quietly withdrew.

“You’ve outdone yourself, Fatty. Your days are growing ever more comfortable.” Nan Luo surveyed the hundreds of divine dishes on the table with surprise—and a touch of envy—especially those with the taste of devouring.

On the table were stir-fried dragon liver, phoenix gallbladder, roasted dragon meat, phoenix stew, whole roasted dragon, steamed black tortoise, golden lion’s head, and hundreds more feasts of divine beasts.

“Hahahah!” Fatty laughed triumphantly. “But you needn’t envy me. Anyway, this isn’t the kind of life you’d enjoy.”

Nan Luo nodded in agreement.

Each Primordial God-Demon had their own path to cultivation.

The God-Demon of Food cultivated the Law of Devouring, progressing by consuming all things, and thus could taste all the wonders of the wilderness.

Nan Luo, on the other hand, cultivated the Law of Water and could not devour all things as Fatty did.

Tacitly, Nan Luo and Fatty ate in silence, avoiding conversation so as not to disrupt their appetites.

In the blink of an eye, half a day had passed, and both were almost full.

They set down their chopsticks at the same time, raising their heads to meet each other’s gaze.

“Fatty, I came today to ask you to help me gather everyone. I have important matters to discuss,” Nan Luo said sincerely, his gaze calm.

“So it comes—the immense karma.” Fatty thought to himself.

He looked at Nan Luo, his expression unchanged, and asked, “What is it that requires us all together?”

Nan Luo abruptly rose, eyes fixed on Fatty, one hand pointing to the sky, the other to the earth, his voice fervent and high, “The Divine Race. I will found a Divine Race to unify the entire wilderness!”

Thunder rumbled, nine peals of sky-splitting lightning shattering the heavens.

Every great being in the wilderness was startled awake by these nine bolts of thunder.

On Jade Capital Mountain, wreathed in purple mist, an elder in purple robes was jolted from his meditation. His gaze deep, he looked toward the nine bolts and spoke calmly, “At last, the Divine Race will rise!”

In the East Sea Dragon Palace, a king in nine-clawed golden dragon robes suddenly opened his golden dragon eyes. Seeing the nine bolts, a sense of foreboding rose in his heart. “The winds of destiny are stirring.”

On the Western Wastes, a blood-red figure drew a bloody spear from the head of a savage beast-king. Gazing up at the nine bolts of thunder, he muttered, “Our tribe’s mortal enemy has emerged.”

Inside the God of Food’s Hall, as the nine bolts of purple lightning flashed, Nan Luo before Fatty’s eyes suddenly appeared infinitely majestic and awe-inspiring, compelling even a god to feel reverence, to bow his head and pledge, “I await your command, High God!”

The moment he declared, “The Divine Race. I will found a Divine Race to unify the entire wilderness,” Nan Luo entered a mysterious and profound state.

“Supreme Heavenly Emperor…” The praises of billions of beings resounded in Nan Luo’s ears.

In a daze, he saw himself seated upon the exalted Twelve Purple Dragon Throne, ruling the heavens and earth, wielding the power of sun and moon, receiving worship from all living things.

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