Chapter Forty-Six: Reactions from All Sides
Roar! Howl!
The dragon’s thunderous cry, the phoenix’s resonant song, the furious roar of the lion, the bellowing of the qilin—all echoed across the land.
The celestial gods dispatched by the great powers to wage war against Nan Luo departed their palaces, swiftly shifting formations and transforming into their true divine beast forms as they charged toward Nan Luo.
Pangu opened the heavens and split the earth, creating the vast primordial world, his achievement unparalleled.
The world of the wilderness bears Pangu’s indelible mark.
If the denizens of the primordial world wish to embody the heavenly way, perfecting their laws below, they must transform into Pangu’s “Innate Dao Body” to cultivate freely, break through easily, and advance without impediment.
Yet, only by restoring their true forms can they unleash their greatest strength.
Facing Nan Luo, suspected to have ascended to the rank of Divine Lord, the gods of each faction dared not underestimate him. They reverted to their divine beast forms, preparing to display their full power in the confrontation.
Horns like a deer, head like a camel, eyes like a rabbit, neck like a serpent, belly like a clam, scales like a fish, claws like an eagle, paws like a tiger, ears like an ox.
A dragon king, eight thousand yards long, coiled and soared, its massive body roaring as it burst from the Dragon Palace, heading straight for the Mountain of Water and Fire.
This eight-clawed dragon king bore two heads—one of water, one of fire—its body marked with four claws of flame and four of water, clearly a fusion of the dragon kings of fire and water.
Clang!
An eight-thousand-yard fire phoenix soared, its cry sharp and high, wings ablaze with divine flame as it flew from the paulownia tree, ascending to the ninth heaven, plunging toward the Mountain of Water and Fire.
A golden lion, eight thousand yards tall, roared skyward, its voice domineering enough to shake the world.
A fire qilin, treading upon clouds of flame, glared at Nan Luo, unleashing a furious howl.
A titan, eight thousand yards tall, strode upon golden clouds, marching toward the Mountain of Water and Fire.
A black tortoise, equally immense, slowly rode dark clouds, making its way to Nan Luo.
Nan Luo watched the cannon fodder sent by the various factions with an expressionless face, his gaze placid, as if viewing souls fated to die.
The eight-clawed dragon king, its colossal body gliding through the air, fixed its fierce gaze upon Nan Luo, who stood proud atop the Mountain of Water and Fire.
From the twin dragon horns atop its head, a blue light and a fiery glow shot forth, merging into a stream of water and fire, striking toward Nan Luo.
The fire phoenix spread its wings, soaring high, and spat an undying flame that would never extinguish, aiming at Nan Luo.
The golden lion opened its mouth in a deafening roar, unleashing a beam of golden light toward Nan Luo.
The fire qilin, stepping on fiery clouds, sent a blazing light from its horn toward Nan Luo.
The titan thundered forward, raising its massive yellow fist and swinging it at Nan Luo.
The black tortoise opened its enormous jaws, spewing endless black water toward Nan Luo.
Nan Luo, calm and cold, witnessed the attacks of the divine beasts. A faint watery barrier appeared before him; he remained motionless, letting the divine beasts strike at will.
The streams of water and fire, the undying flame, the golden light, and the black water all shot toward the barrier before Nan Luo in perfect unison.
The water barrier, barely perceptible, parted imperceptibly, allowing every spell and divine power to strike Nan Luo.
It appeared as if the barrier had been easily shattered by these attacks, striking Nan Luo directly.
Thus, the cannon fodder of the great factions rejoiced, believing they had broken the barrier without effort. To defeat Nan Luo seemed a simple task.
But the next moment, their hearts plummeted from the heights of heaven to the depths of the underworld.
The overwhelming water and fire stream, the undying flame, the black water, and the qilin’s fire struck Nan Luo, yet not a ripple appeared—they vanished like snow in spring, leaving no trace.
“Immunity to spells and divine powers of the Primordial Demon!” Ao Yan exclaimed, seeing Nan Luo untouched.
Ao Run nodded, then spoke gravely: “It’s the immunity of a Primordial Divine Lord. Only another Divine Lord may harm Nan Luo!”
The Primordial Demon, known as the child of heaven and earth, possesses not only an indestructible body but unimaginable immunity to spells and divine powers, nullifying all attacks below its own rank.
With their mighty bodies and immunity, Primordial Demons have never feared any siege, only those stronger than themselves.
Legend says, only a Primordial Demon can subdue another.
Nan Luo, now a Primordial Divine Lord, is completely immune to all attacks below the Divine Lord level.
Even the powers of divine lords, except for those of water, are largely ineffective against him.
Now, a group of divine kings attempt to defeat Nan Luo with their powers—an utter fantasy!
As their spell attacks ended, the titan’s mighty fist followed.
The water barrier, seemingly shattered moments ago, now restored itself, standing quietly before the titan’s fist.
Boom!
The yellow titan fist crashed heavily against the faint water barrier.
The barrier stood unmoved, while the colossal fist was rebounded, sending even the titan flying.
Whoosh!
A yellow figure soared skyward, hurled straight toward the Titan’s Sacred Mountain.
The cannon fodder sent by the factions watched Nan Luo, serene as clouds and wind, their eyes filled with terror. Fear rooted itself in their hearts, and they dared not attack again.
If the gap between both sides were not so great, perhaps they would have fought to the death.
But the disparity now was as vast as heaven and earth.
Naturally, the cannon fodder did not wish to die in vain; they sent a divine messenger to the palace, seeking guidance on whether to continue the assault.
Tower of Time.
“Excellent!”
The twelve figures seated on the divine thrones observed Nan Luo’s display of power through the circular mirror, watching him easily defeat the five hundred divine kings sent by the great powers. They raised their cups in unison and cheered.
“Everyone, Prince Nan Luo is now a Divine Lord. We must follow him!”
Divine King Miaoyan, seated upon the golden throne of fate, swept his golden gaze across the gods, his visage solemn and sacred as he spoke softly.
After arriving at the Unyielding Divine Mountain, the gods, like the myriad races, first searched for Nan Luo’s whereabouts, but found nothing.
Who could have expected Nan Luo to suddenly appear, stirring the winds of Unyielding Mountain and drawing the attention of all major powers?
Facing such scrutiny, the gods dared not approach Nan Luo directly, fearing annihilation by the combined might of the factions.
Though Miaoyan declared Nan Luo a Divine Lord and urged the gods to join him swiftly, they dared not fully trust his words.
Even though Miaoyan was the King of Fate, in matters of life and death, the gods believed caution was best.
Miaoyan could not abandon the gods and meet Nan Luo alone.
After all, a King of Fate and a host of divine kings bear different weight in Nan Luo’s estimation.
If Miaoyan could persuade and bring all the gods to Nan Luo, Nan Luo would surely respect him more.
Thus, Miaoyan settled for having the gods follow Nan Luo from a distance.
The gods agreed this was wise.
If Nan Luo truly was a Primordial Divine Lord, then those following him would be first to join him and win his favor.
So, using the Time Tower of the Ancient King, the gods trailed Nan Luo to the Mountain of Water and Fire, watching silently as he battled the myriad races.
Now, Nan Luo’s sweeping power had fully demonstrated his strength as a Divine Lord.
The gods hurried to meet him, hoping to win his favor.
After all, to aid someone in adversity is far more valuable than to celebrate them in prosperity.
If Nan Luo vanquished the myriad races, what worth would the gods have in seeking him afterward?
A thread of divine consciousness, carrying the gods’ strength, quietly extended toward Nan Luo atop the Mountain of Water and Fire.
On a nearby sacred mountain, ten blood-red figures watched Nan Luo’s display of power. After a moment of silence, they vanished.
In the clouds not far from the Mountain of Water and Fire, a shadow watched Nan Luo’s might in awe, marveling that Nan Luo had ascended to Divine Lord.
After some contemplation, the shadow, too, slowly faded from sight.