Everyone stood frozen, staring into the distance where dust and smoke billowed into the sky. Each person was like a clay or wooden statue, rooted in place, unable to speak.
The dilapidated mountain gate lay in ruins, with broken walls and scattered rubble, accompanied by withered old trees and waist-high weeds—a scene of utter desolation.
Yet now, who would dare underestimate it?
A massive earthen-yellow hand withdrew from the void and vanished behind the mountain gate.
This sight stunned everyone! Cultivators from various sects stood dumbfounded, utterly bewildered. The scene and its outcome shook every single witness.
In the distance, mountain ridges had been shattered. A Heavenly God had been violently slapped away, crashing through over twenty peaks, splitting the earth and sending boulders soaring into the clouds!
Blood pooled on the ground like a crimson river, staining the mountainside a ghastly red—a horrifying sight.
“Is this real?” someone whispered, afraid of provoking some unseen taboo.
“What… what did I just witness? Heavens! A Heavenly God, who once looked down upon all living beings, was just sent flying!” another roared, as if jolted awake from a dream.
Mouths went dry, and the sound of swallowing echoed among the crowd. The spectacle was unbelievable, beyond comprehension—utterly soul-shaking!
Amid the ruins of the mountain gate, only a single youth stood atop the wreckage. His long black hair and pure gaze lent him an air of calm serenity.
**”Boom!”**
Far off in the mountains, a colossal figure rose, shaking off the peaks that had buried him. Towering between heaven and earth, his eyes burned like twin blood moons, terrifying beyond measure as they fixed upon the scene.
With overwhelming killing intent, he strode forward, shaking the entire mountain range violently. Boulders tumbled, towering ancient trees swayed wildly, and leaves scattered like rain.
Cultivators from all sects trembled in fear, involuntarily retreating. A bone-chilling dread gripped their hearts, their souls quivering under the immense pressure.
Many shuddered, and under the crushing weight of this supreme might, some dropped to their knees, their bones glowing with radiant inscriptions as they prostrated before the Heavenly God.
This was submission—uncontrollable, rooted in soul and instinct—an unconditional reverence for the supreme being, the Heavenly God!
None could withstand the might of a Heavenly God. Lower-tier cultivators, upon encountering one, could only bow in innate terror, unable to resist.
Yet this exalted being had just been slapped away and lost an arm!
**”Qi Daolin!”**
The Heavenly God, Mo Luo, roared in fury, his voice shaking the wilderness. Thunder seemed to crackle in the heavens, and clouds scattered in all directions, obliterated by the force of his wrath.
“Ah!” Some screamed, clutching their ears as they staggered back. Others bled from their seven orifices, faces pale with horror as they fled.
Such was the terrifying might of his presence.
“Ancestor!” cried the Celestial Clan members, watching their Heavenly God approach.
“Enough noise! If you don’t know your place, I’ll erase you!” came an impatient voice from within the broken mountain gate, dripping with disdain and dominance.
Chills ran down everyone’s spines. The sheer audacity—to casually threaten the slaughter of a Heavenly God as if it were nothing!
“Dao Master Qi, why do this? We bear no grudge against you.”
The earth trembled as the colossal Heavenly God advanced. Boulders were flung into the air like grains in a sieve, only to crash back down. With each step, the ground quaked, and ancient trees groaned as if about to snap.
It was like an earthquake!
As he drew near, the crowd could finally see him clearly.
“No grudge? Then why come to my mountain gate to bully my disciple? Seeking death? Want to turn to ash?!” Qi Daolin’s voice rang out, unyielding and merciless.
This was no ordinary foe—this was a Heavenly God! Yet Dao Master Qi treated him with contempt, his tone icy, as if crushing him would be effortless.
“The ancestor is gravely wounded!” The Celestial Clan’s experts paled in horror. Their mighty figure, a pillar of their clan, had been reduced to this state.
To them, it was as if the sky had fallen. Their high elder, who safeguarded the Celestial Clan’s prosperity, had lost an arm!
And all of it—because of a single youth.
The Heavenly God approached, clad in violet-gold armor that shimmered with terrifying radiance, his aura thick with killing intent. A violet-gold crown bound his long hair, and his eyes blazed brighter than the sun, too intense for any to meet directly.
Those who dared look into his gaze felt their souls sear with pain! Only by bowing or averting their eyes could they endure—such was the divine might of a Heavenly God.
Yet this Heavenly God was in dire straits. Half his body was drenched in blood, his right arm severed, his armor shattered, and crimson stains marred his hair.
**”Hum!”**
Mo Luo’s body glowed, and the void trembled. The shattered bones and scattered blood essence reversed their flow, reassembling his severed arm. In moments, radiant symbols flared, restoring vitality—his limb regenerated.
Such was the power of a Heavenly God. Severed limbs could regrow instantly, no lengthy recovery needed. At this level, they transcended mortal understanding.
“He’s just a rogue cultivator, known to many. How is he your disciple?” Mo Luo’s tone had softened noticeably.
“I took him in recently. Must I explain myself to you? Push me further, and I won’t hold back!” Qi Daolin snapped.
“Dao Master Qi, do not forget—you once studied under our Celestial Clan,” Mo Luo reminded.
“Silence! I was stealing techniques. Now—leave or die?” Qi Daolin retorted, shameless and unapologetic.
Many were speechless, awed by his audacity. Yet some elders understood—half the sects Qi Daolin had “studied” from were those he despised, and he’d stolen their secrets deliberately.
Once the sole heir of an ancient sect, Qi Daolin had watched as his lineage was crushed by the Immortal Palace and their allies. Some sects had kicked them while they were down; others, once friendly, stood by and did nothing.
Thus, Qi Daolin had turned to theft, growing stronger while sowing chaos among those who’d wronged him.
Mo Luo’s face darkened. Humiliated and cornered, he stood rigid. Qi Daolin’s ruthless dominance left him no room to maneuver.
Worse, Mo Luo was stunned. Back when sects had hunted Qi Daolin, his combat prowess rivaled sect masters, though his cultivation lagged slightly.
Back then, both had been Heavenly Gods. Now, Qi Daolin had soared beyond, leaving Mo Luo far behind.
The imbalance gnawed at Mo Luo. Initially, he’d addressed Qi Daolin casually, assuming seniority.
Now, he fell silent.
“Ancestor, half our Six Heroes are dead, True Gods have fallen, and You Yu was bisected! The Fate Stone is in that little bastard’s hands!” a Celestial Clan deity transmitted secretly, seething with rage.
**”What?!”** Mo Luo’s fury spiked. Losing You Yu and the priceless Fate Stone was unforgivable.
A single Fate Stone could forge a peerless expert, ensuring the Celestial Clan’s dominance—perhaps even a resurgence to former glory.
His gaze locked onto Shi Hao, eyes icy with murderous intent.
“Dao Master Qi, make him return our clan’s treasure!” Mo Luo demanded.
“Who are you to make demands? Should I kill you to prove my patience isn’t infinite?”
A thunderous voice erupted from the mountain gate. Golden ripples surged outward, more radiant than bone inscriptions, vaster than an ocean—all crashing toward the Heavenly God.
Mo Luo’s eyes widened. This time, he’d come prepared, armed with a secret treasure from the clan’s ancient ancestor. Yet it wasn’t enough!
Under the onslaught of Dao resonance and golden ripples, he was sent flying again, bones cracking within, blood spewing from his mouth.
Mo Luo crashed into distant mountains, grievously wounded, unable to rise.
Silence.
Everyone was petrified. Such power—what kind of monster was this?!
The Celestial Clan’s faces turned ashen. From Noble Lords to deities, all trembled. How could they fight back when even their Heavenly God was swatted aside like a fly?
Their eyes fell on the youth by the mountain gate. For the first time, they realized—they’d provoked a calamity.
But it was too late. The feud was already forged.
Suddenly, a ripple of energy spread. A golden path, stretching tens of thousands of miles, materialized beneath two figures whose auras pierced the heavens.
A sharp-eyed middle-aged man supported an elderly figure as they strode forth, their presence resonating with the Great Dao itself.
The crowd gasped. None dared speak.
“Guardian!”
The Celestial Clan cried out, nearly weeping. After being crushed so thoroughly, seeing their clan’s taboo existence was like finding salvation.
Once, they’d oppressed others with impunity. Today, they’d been humiliated at every turn—even their Heavenly God spat blood and was sent flying.
“Brother Qi, do you mean to wage war against our Celestial Clan?” the middle-aged man on the golden path asked. He, too, was a Heavenly God, once Qi Daolin’s equal.
“Would you dare fight me?” came the indifferent reply from the mountain gate. Then, a follow-up: “I’ll oblige.”
A collective shudder ran through the crowd. Qi Daolin, alone, was challenging an entire clan—no, a former imperial lineage!
Silence reigned.
The Heavenly God didn’t respond. The stakes were too high—this could decide their clan’s fate for millennia.
“Little Qi, your temper hasn’t improved,” the Celestial Clan’s Guardian said. The withered elder, shrouded in hazy light, bore black horns upon his head.
Brilliant radiance erupted as a figure appeared before the mountain gate—Qi Daolin, clad in golden Daoist robes, exuding an immortal’s grace, transcendent above all.
“Youngsters competing is one thing. Divine Flame Realm interference is another.” His voice turned icy. “But even Heavenly Gods dare come? If you seek death, I’ll slaughter every last one!”
His words rang like sword strikes, shaking hearts and minds. All trembled in fear.
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