Summit of the Old Gods

The Divine Mountain of the Spear Saint was dead silent, all because of the arrival of two members of the Human Clan.

A group of gods and demons looked toward the eastern sky, knowing who the young human was, and more so who the woman was.

Such is the unpredictability of the world.

Who would have thought, that the Sect Master of Cloud Sea Sect, once crushed by the alliances of gods and demons, would rise again and arrive at the Divine Mountain of the Spear Saint in such a manner.

The human clan's physique is indeed very small.

Yet she gazed down at the gods from above, with her skirt fluttering in the wind, her long hair dancing lightly, exactly like in the past.

Particularly those pitch-black eyes, ice-cold and bone-chilling.

The weaker gods and demons felt as if they were falling into an ice cave, as if they were about to drown in that icy deep pool.

Suddenly, her gaze changed.

Because she looked at the young man beside her, her gaze softened.

"Many gods and demons."

"Yes." Lu Ran nodded.

Evil Spear Emperor, Qiang Xiu, Spiritual Fortune, Lie Tian, Desolate Drum - Celestial Desolate Hammer, Ghost Moon Fox, Witch Crow.

One can't rule out the existence of hidden Casters or Nine Nether Birds as well.

In fact, the Seventh-class God·Witch Crow was concealing her form, but because Lu Ran heard the crow's caw, he was certain she was present.

However, he didn't see the Four Directions Soldiers of West Desolation - the Barbaric female demon's figure, and some Third-class God Demons were also missing.

Perhaps they are guarding other Divine Mountains?

Lu Ran reached into his arms, took out a finely crafted Treasure Gourd from his waist, and handed it to his side.

Soon, a large group of giant Stone Sculptures appeared.

Led by Divine Sculpture Xian Mo, flanked left and right by Mad Immortal protector and Xuan Shuang guard.

Behind them were Wind Emperor, Martial Emperor, Heavenly General Yan, Elder Lu Yuan, Little Yuanxi, Chang Ying, and others.

Additionally, the Evil Shadow Guardian was hidden in the dark.

Some among them cannot fly!

A dignified god, just the fact that they cannot fly is enough to make people laugh, as they don't even possess a single Divine Weapon for assisted flight.

Truly laughable...

Luckily, Lord Yuanxi released many beautiful lanterns, surrounding the Ran Sect members while also sending lanterns to the feet of a tall young girl.

Chang Ying stood firm, staring at the mountain peak.

She wasn't looking at the man of supreme authority but was staring at a tall, slender, white-haired old man—Spiritual Fortune!

Similarly, after the Mad Immortal protector emerged, though properly standing behind the Lady of Ran Sect, his eyes were fixated on a robust man on the mountain peak—Lie Tian!

Enemies meeting, eyes burn with anger.

Unfortunately, today's main characters are destined not to be the Mad Immortal and the common god Chang.

Not even Ran Sect's battle power pinnacle·First-class God Wind Emperor, who came here to bolster, but had his starting spot taken by the Lady of Ran Sect.

Once upon a time, He Qifeng had ambitions higher than the sky, as Da Xia's genius!

Yet during the years of painful struggle, he was cared for by Lu Ran time and time again, granted favors, and saved by Lu Ran again and again.

Saving his life, rescuing a Dao Heart.

The former king willingly joined the Ran Sect, founded the Sequence of Heavenly Emperor, following the only person he recognized.

Thus, when that person said, the Lady of Ran Sect had reasons not to go into battle, He Qifeng stepped down upon command.

Reluctant, but followed orders.

Just hoping the Lady of Ran Sect wouldn't betray his expectations.

He Qifeng silently thought, gazing at the man in the Emperor Robe on the mountain peak.

Wind Emperor's reaction was the normal one, despite many gods and demons across the divine mountain, with the presence of Evil Spear Emperor, other gods and demons pale in comparison.

In the sight, Evil Spear Emperor slowly stood up, ignoring the imposing presence of Ran Sect's numerous gods, his gaze enveloping the young man at the fingertip of Divine Sculpture Xian Mo.

"Here you are." His faint words spread across the world.

"It's the third day of the third month." Lu Ran slightly nodded, then said, "May I know why you've chosen this day?"

Evil Spear Emperor smiled, "If you win, you will know."

Lu Ran also smiled, "If you lose, I need not know."

"Haha!" Evil Spear Emperor laughed heartily, standing tall, "Indeed, indeed!"

It's hard to imagine, between two opponents of 'either you die or I perish', should arise this kind of language and attitude.

Putting victory and defeat aside, the style of both parties truly is something ordinary beings find difficult to possess.

Evil Spear Emperor slightly turned his head to look at Yan Chou.

Yan Chou remained silent, gazing at the lord he once served as his Evil God.

Ever since being seen by Lu Ran and joining the ranks of the Young Master, he could no longer pay respects to the Evil Spear Emperor.

Evil Spear Emperor didn't mind, instead asked, "Did you bring the Black Cloud Pattern Gourd?"

Yan Chou visibly hesitated, turning his head to look at the Lady of Ran Sect's fingertip.

"Yes." Lu Ran nodded.

Only then did Yan Chou take the drink gourd from behind his waist, and hand it forward toward the direction of the divine mountain.

First-tier Magical Artifact·Black Cloud Pattern Gourd, able to absorb energy from the heavens and earth, brewing into a special divine power wine, augmenting the drinker's divine power.

Yet the downside is obvious: drink too much and one becomes easily drunk.

This intoxication isn't from typical alcohol numbing one's nerves.

Rather, the effect of the magic artifact causing the drinker to collapse in drunkenness.

In other words, even if Evil Spear Emperor is a Stone Sculpture, drinking too much would still affect him.

"Smack!" Evil Spear Emperor grasped the flying Black Cloud Pattern Gourd with one hand, shook it beside his ear as if listening to its content, then tilted his head back and drank boldly.

"I say, don't start before you get drunk." Lu Ran jested.

"Gulp, gulp..." Evil Spear Emperor ignored him, continuing to drink heavily.

Si Xianxian pursed her lips.

Should be said, this Evil God is a bit ridiculously handsome, and does have a touch of dashing aura.

Too bad Black Cloud Pattern Gourd is only first-tier, wishing to bring Evil Spear Emperor down, one gourd isn't nearly enough.

Sigh...

If it were a Fourth-tier Magical Artifact, how great that would be!

The brewed wine would surely have more kick.

My family's young master, really, why remind Evil Spear Emperor, just let him drink!

Drunk to death would be great~

"Hmm..." The Evil Spear Emperor finally put down the wine gourd.

Under the noble Emperor Robe, there seemed to be an unruly soul. He waved his large hand, "Beat the drum!"

"Dong!"

A drumbeat echoed, shattering the sky!

The already dim and oppressive sky plunged into a murderous atmosphere.

"Dong!"

Another drumbeat resounded, shaking the spirits of all beings!

Lu Ran even felt as if this drumbeat exploded from the depths of his heart, akin to a call from a desolate land in ancient times.

Heavy, desolate.

The Six-class God·Desert Drum raised the Celestial Desolate Hammer high.

The overly majestic figure cleverly fused with the towering Divine Mountain, resembling a war totem!

His naked upper body muscles bulged, seemingly containing the power to shake mountains. The gigantic war drum fell once more, affecting every creature in this heaven and earth.

"Dong!!"

The sound waves turned into visible ripples, suddenly spreading out.

The Evil Spear Emperor turned his head to look behind, his gaze landing on a tall, thin elder and a burly man.

The wrinkles on Ling Qian's old face showed a fawning smile, adopting an appeasing posture, he retreated half a step, gesturing beside him.

This ingratiating smile didn't earn even the slightest response from the Evil Spear Emperor.

"Hmph." The tall, burly male Divine Sculpture snorted coldly and strode forth.

He wielded a giant war hammer, walked to the cliff's edge, and then leaped off the Divine Mountain.

Only then did the Evil Spear Emperor nod in satisfaction.

"Dong!!"

The sound of the massive stone sculpture landing overlapped with the drumbeat.

This male Divine Sculpture's image also matched the desolate, heavy drumbeat.

His attire was quite ancient, much like a chieftain from a primitive tribe.

His countenance was rugged with a thick beard, black hair coiled atop his head, tied into a bun.

Just standing there quietly, an aura of ancient and profound time filled the world.

Divine·Lie Tian!

He stood silently in the sea of mist, eyes as still as ancient wells, gazing at the All Gods of the Ran Sect surrounded by the Fire Cage Formation in the sky.

Where was the slightest trace of frenzy or ferociousness in that solemn expression?

The fact once again proved:

The frenzied, out-of-control, neither-human-nor-ghost were just the Fierce Heavenly believers.

Calm and composed were reserved for the Divine.

Si Xianxian was about to explode!

Seeing Lie Tian so steady as Mount Tai, her heart surged with rage!

From the moment she became a Fierce Heavenly believer, she became a slave to emotion.

During her years of growth, all the coldness and malice she endured; those memories of being despised and ostracized surfaced repeatedly in her mind.

Si Xianxian was pitiful, hateful, and also extremely fortunate.

The vast majority of Fierce Heavenly believers cannot meet a good end.

Their violent nature makes it hard for them to integrate into society, and the higher their power realm, the more influenced they are by the Divine, bringing them closer to death.

Destruction was inevitable.

The death of a believer often brings the deaths of others, and the ruin of their family.

Si Xianxian knew well, she should have died long ago.

In the weak River Realm, on that Black Grave Mound, she should have perished.

Finding the Mad Hammer?

It was just an excuse; she only wanted to smash those groups of Black Lanterns, to blast everything there into rubble.

Only then could she slightly vent her inner fury.

She didn't die because she had a loving mother who wouldn't give up on her by her side.

And because, within that Black Grave Mound, she met a bleating young boy.

He "sounded" so fragile, making one want to protect him, even cherish him with care.

Yet he appeared so mighty, leading her out of that Chaotic Burial Mound.

Step by step, walking out of the mire.

Stories,

began from there.

It hasn't ended to this day, perhaps never will.

[Sister Xian'er.] A Sound Transmission Seal entered her mind.

Si Xianxian came back to her senses, her body trembling uncontrollably, looking at the youth figure on the lady's fingertips.

[Control yourself; I'm about to be crushed by your aura.]

"Yes." Si Xianxian gripped the Mad Hammer tightly, quietly lowered her head.

"Martial Emperor!" Lu Ran said in a deep voice.

"Sect Leader!" Wu Xiao immediately stepped forward, kneeling with respect.

Lu Ran wielded the Cloud Sea Dust Clearing Blade, pointing at the robust Divine Sculpture below: "Shatter his stone body, destroy everything about him.

Let him know he can't even touch your hem.

"As you command!"

Wu Xiao quickly looked downward, his hovering kneeling figure descended straight down.

Like a feather, he gracefully landed.

"Whoosh!!"

Flames raged on Lie Tian's body, the temperature between heaven and earth suddenly rose.

Wu Xiao stood in a T-stance, the long ponytail fluttering behind him, one hand holding a halberd behind his back, while the other hand conjured a Flower Folding Fan, covering the lower half of his face.

Even this stance was distinctive.

The fan from the Yin Flower Dan clan was extraordinary, rarely seen in his hand.

The towering Martial Emperor was... well, exceedingly elegant.

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