Chapter 74 The Battle of West Mountain

　　On the ancient battle-ax, the patterns of the primordial era slowly lit up, but in the end, not all of them were activated. Only about one-third of its power was triggered. This was already the limit for Kua Lin. If it were her ancestor, the god Kua E, she could at least activate seventy to eighty percent of Xing Tian’s power.

　　At that time, she simply couldn't believe that Wei Yuan had taken out this battle-ax.

　　When she subconsciously asked where it came from,

　　the young man gritted his teeth and smiled—

　　"Oh, this..."

　　"He gave it to me."

　　The young man's smile was bright and confident.

　　Convincing...

　　Yeah, right.

　　Even the subtle expressions when he lied were just like his ancestor’s.

　　Kua Lin exhaled a breath of stale air, expelling all unnecessary distracting thoughts from her mind.

　　Then, her whole body exploded with power. Relying on the rotation of her body, she accelerated the battle-ax little by little. A deep roar, like thunder, that could make gods and all living beings tremble, gradually rose. Her body, arms, and even her soul were subjected to tremendous pressure. Kua Lin gritted her teeth and persevered until her arms were almost about to break from the excruciating pain before finally letting go.

　　The whistling sound suddenly erupted.

　　The Xing Tian battle-ax was already charging towards the towering pillar of Qi with the momentum to cleave the heavens and the earth.

　　The nearby mountain gods were already amazed by its power.

　　And Kua Lin couldn't help but collapse to the ground, panting rapidly, her arms trembling slightly uncontrollably. Tearing open her sleeves, her originally fair arms now had bulging blood vessels that constantly expanded and contracted, as if they would all burst open in the next moment. Large patches of fine sweat oozed from her forehead.

　　Using such power came at a price.

　　She had already reached her limit.

　　……………………

　　The moment Wei Yuan grabbed Taowu's wrist, Taowu had already sensed a terrifying pressure locking onto her direction, or rather, locking onto Wei Yuan in front of her. But because of their current positions, the battle-ax would definitely pierce through her first.

　t But could a mortal restrain a god?

　　The moment Taowu attacked, Wei Yuan's true spirit fiercely crashed into Taowu with a fearless posture.

　　Dragging Taowu into the most dangerous clash of true spirits.

　　Normally, a god's true spirit would definitely be far stronger than a human's true spirit. Taowu instinctively counterattacked, and then surprisingly discovered that the density of the other party's true spirit far exceeded her expectations. Yes, a human's true spirit could not resist the impact of a god, but the weight of history and civilization was enough to bear all myths.

　　It was the historian who once measured the mountains and seas on foot; it was the halberd-wielding warrior who fought the waves and killed primordial divinity.

　　It was the last flame that struggled in the chaotic world.

　　It was the doctor who guided others in the age of the Great Ming.

　　From the end of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the mighty Qin Dynasty marched westward, and the Great Han Dynasty blessed the world, until now.

　　Five thousand years of history.

　　Taowu miscalculated for the first time.

　　"You..."

　　When their true spirits connected, Wei Yuan also sensed Taowu's past. The images flashed quickly, showing events from a very, very long time ago. The child of Emperor Zhuanxu, loved by the people, would also return love to the people, but encountered danger during an adventure. She was saved by a heroic general in white, and fell in love with him at first sight.

　　Wei Yuan thought of the stone tablet he had seen before.

　　A young man in white, a heroic general... with blood ties to the son of Emperor Zhuanxu.

　　Because that was Qiongqi, the son of Emperor Xuanyuan, the uncle of Emperor Zhuanxu.

　　At this moment, Wei Yuan finally completely understood the source of Taowu's judgment.

　　Taowu—

　　Unteachable, unknowing of words.

　　Arrogant, rebellious, obscuring virtue, disrupting the natural order.

　　But all of this was full of doubts. Why would she be in danger at that time? Why would she be rescued by Qiongqi, who had not left the Central Plains for a long time? And if combined with the later experiences of Emperor Zhuanxu becoming one of the Five Emperors, the flaws could be easily seen.

　　What Qiongqi, the son of Xuanyuan, really wanted was also this position.

　　Taowu was just a pawn being used.

　　But that was just the beginning.

　　Then the scene changed.

　　Taowu was covered in blood, turned against Qiongqi, but in the end, she also secretly followed him, seizing the position of one of the Four Fiends of the Earth. And at the time of Emperor Zhuanxu's death, she invaded the Central Plains, and for the first time, she possessed the title of one of the Four Fiends from the Earth—the abandoned tribe expelled from the Central Plains also wanted to return to the human world.

　　Not for filial piety, but for plunder and slaughter.

　　The woman who had once been expelled had long conquered the surrounding tribes, raised the battle flag, and, as the legitimate descendant of Emperor Zhuanxu, invaded the Central Plains, stirring up layers of bloodshed and slaughter, until the era of Emperor Shun, when she was expelled. And during these long years, she was the well-deserved god and human king there.

　　Her courage and judgment far exceeded Qiongqi, who had initially designed her.

　　After several fruitless battles, one east and one west, they never saw each other again.

　　A corner of the secrets and struggles of ancient times unfolded before Wei Yuan's eyes.

　　Immediately, Wei Yuan ‘saw’ the ritual of fusing the position of one of the Four Fiends of the Earth with a human body. His mind was set, and he began to quickly memorize this top secret art that was absolutely hidden even in ancient times.

　　At this moment.

　　Because of recalling the past, Taowu's face showed a trace of pain and anger, and she suddenly shook.

　　The Qiankun in the Sleeves (a universe within a sleeve) small world around Wei Yuan let out a series of low, cracking sounds.

　　It was almost directly shattered by the impact.

　　And in the next moment, Wei Yuan's true spirit was directly knocked back to his physical body and slammed to the ground.

　　Wei Yuan could no longer restrain Taowu because his true spirit was also incomplete. At this moment, everything from the past was surging in his mind. Fragments of memories were being pulled up. For beings like them, the long years and history had left too many regrets and pain.

　　But this was also fortunate. The golden divinity in Wei Yuan's eyes had dimmed to the point where it was almost invisible, and at this moment, the sky reflected in his eyes was divided in half by a beam of light. Even sound could not keep up with that battle-ax. The roar of thunder was left behind.

　　Xing Tian's battle-ax.

　　In Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruosu clenched his palms, staring intently at this brilliant curve.

　　Will we win?

　　In the two remaining cities at this moment, pairs of eyes stared at the rapidly approaching Xing Tian battle-ax.

　　We must win.

　　We must win!

　　Zhang Hao clenched his hands.

　　Wei Yuan's breathing was rapid.

　　The battle-ax arrived.

　　A figure suddenly flew out of Taowu's body and violently crashed into the Xing Tian battle-ax. Then, it was directly cut in half by this weapon that had once slain gods, and blood rained down. Wei Yuan's pupils contracted. He saw the original appearance of that remnant shadow, and a chill rose directly from his spine.

　　It was Qiongqi!

　　His corpse after death had been refined by Taowu into a magical treasure, never to be reincarnated.

　　But with the grudges and love between them, this was completely something that Taowu could do. The power of the Xing Tian battle-ax was not blocked much, but its speed inevitably slowed down. And in this instant, Taowu severed her connection with the pillar of heaven, and then soared up, using all her strength to move to a safe position under the lock of the Xing Tian battle-ax.

　　Under countless desperate gazes.

　　The battle-ax slashed through the pillar of Qi.

　　Taowu spun around at this moment, and her fair fingers lightly tapped the back of the battle-ax in a subtle and exquisite way.

　　The momentum of the Xing Tian battle-ax soared.

　　It went straight for Wei Yuan, who was the marker.

　　The exhausted Wei Yuan raised his head and saw an ax that seemed to split the heavens and the earth.

　　The change in the situation.

　　Took a sharp turn for the worse.

　　…………

　　"Retreat!"

　　"Retreat quickly!!!"

　　On Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruosu suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open.

　　"You can't stop it!"

　　In this instant, an extremely violent aura directly locked onto Wei Yuan. The layers of arrangements and preparations made for Taowu were miscalculated because he did not know Taowu's past and underestimated her hatred for Qiongqi to the extent that she would refine his body into a magical treasure. One wrong move was a dead end.

　　Wei Yuan watched helplessly as Taowu began to refine the pillar of heaven and earth again.

　　He watched helplessly as the battle-ax slammed down towards him with oppressive force.

　　The Qiankun in the Sleeves surrounding him could clearly sense the sound of shattering.

　　His five fingers instinctively opened, preparing to use the Earth Escape Technique, but at this time, Wei Yuan's movements stopped. He turned his head and saw Shenzhou (Divine Land) above the mountain and sea rift. After a moment of silence, he raised his hands, making a gesture of holding an ax, and lowered his body slightly, facing the battle-ax with soaring sharpness.

　　"Wei Yuan!!!"

　　Zhang Ruosu roared.

　　This scene was so desperate that people couldn't speak.

　　In the face of a blow that could kill gods, the insignificance of humans was brought to the extreme. Countless people lost their courage just by watching, crying out loud or even fainting. And in a sea of despair, there was still one person who had the courage to charge forward and continue to try.

　　Steady footsteps sounded again.

　　And the young man in black, who looked only in his twenties, lowered his body and once again chose the most violent charge—

　　Where is the Yellow Turban Army?

　　Where is the Great Qin?

　　Here!

　　Then, they heard the final whisper.

　　"Hey… Jue."

　　His voice seemed a little sad, but he still had to force a cheerful tone:

　　"Next time, find me earlier."

　　Wei Yuan stretched out his hands and desperately grasped the whirling battle-ax. Almost at the last moment, he grabbed the handle of the ax. The Qiankun in the Sleeves around him shattered. In the next moment, a scorching heat wave accompanied by a desperate radiation completely enveloped Wei Yuan's body, followed by the power carried by the Xing Tian battle-ax.

　　Thus, divinity shattered, and the power belonging to the Mountain God and Zhujiuyin was exhausted in the first instant.

　　The Mountain God Seal slowly shattered and finally disappeared.

　　The golden flames in his pupils completely extinguished.

　　No longer a god, back to being human.

　　He gritted his teeth, and his right foot retreated backward, his spine exerting force inch by inch, penetrating his arms and wrists.

　　Forcibly bearing the impact and guiding it into the earth.

　　Thus, his eyes stung, the light gradually disappeared, and fine cracks appeared on his bones. The huge impact caused blood to flow backward, his heart was under tremendous pressure, his brain was in severe pain, his consciousness gradually annihilated, and even his soul gradually went blank.

　　The five fingers of his hand slightly loosened, as if he could no longer hold on.

　　In a daze, scenes from the past appeared before his eyes. So it was a revolving lantern... he thought in his heart, but in the end, he saw the heroes of the Nine Provinces and the Hundred Tribes raising their glasses together at the Tushan Alliance, their fists colliding together, as if they could shield the sky and the gods. They laughed and drank, they were never lonely.

　　Yu turned his head and asked him.

　　‘Hey, Yuan…’

　　"Will the flame of the Yanhuang die out?"

　　The potter in the crowd cheerfully replied, "No, it won't."

　　"Because you are all here."

　　His five fingers clenched.

　　His stiff body refused to die.

　　Where is the Yanhuang?

　　A low roar came from his throat, and he suddenly stepped forward, rotating his body and driving the battle-ax again. And the battle-ax was still struggling to break free from Wei Yuan's palm at this moment. The huge heat burned the skin of his palm, and his flesh dried up, but a fierce force suddenly re-emerged.

　　The flesh and blood of his arms began to crack, and then guided the cracks to the blood vessels of his whole body.

　　Everything lost its meaning.

　　The huge force caused his bones to tremble.

　　His body's joints began to stiffen, and the broken bones pierced through his internal body like blades.

　　But the battle-ax was raised again, but the flames rekindled in his eyes, but the human throat let out a roar like a furious beast. The patterns on the battle-ax in his hand were ignited by blood, and then began to burn fiercely. At this moment, Xing Tian's battle-ax no longer resisted, but began to be lit up with an absolute posture.

　　Xing Tian: God of War.

　　Race: Human.

　　His weapon would only recognize humans.

　t If there was no weapon, he would use his fists. If his fists were broken, he would use his teeth to tear.

　　Even if his muscles and bones were broken, he would still stare at the enemy with his eyes.

　　If there was no defense, he would pile it up with flesh and blood, with his life.

　t The way the weak fight against the gods is never elegant combat, but a desperate and messy battle, a fight to the death, an attack of the weak against the strong where every step requires enough sacrifice. Gods can kill me, but they can never defeat me.

　　Melting everything he had into one, turning it into a truly genuine strike. Xing Tian's voice from past training rose in Wei Yuan's mind. He suddenly stepped forward, raised the battle-ax, as if countless hands were helping him to raise this weapon of the human race together. Wei Yuan's eyes were covered with bloodshot veins, and in that instant, it seemed that the heavens and the earth were roaring.

　　"Yanhuang, here!"

　　The potter in a daze raised his head. There was no one in front of him. His friends in the past of the era, surrounded by nothingness.

　　Will the flame of the Yanhuang die out?

　　Taowu's pupils contracted, as if she had seen something. Her body stiffened for a moment.

　　The Mountain God boy knelt on the ground, his lips trembling, as if he couldn't believe it, and murmured.

　　"God of War..."

　　Wei Yuan spun around and raised his arm.

　　The Xing Tian battle-ax in his hand struck out again.

　　The mountains and seas were silent.

　　The desolate and tragic aura filled the heavens and the earth. The ancient God of War reappeared in the mountains and seas. And this time, Taowu could no longer stop it. The battle-ax flew out again with boundless domineering posture, and then without hesitation, pierced through Taowu's chest and abdomen.

　　Several mountain peaks behind were pierced through in one breath!

　　Taowu looked at the penetrating wound in her chest and abdomen, murmured, and fell from the pillar of heaven.

　　The Tai'a Sword fell.

　　………………

　　Wei Yuan's eyes were dazed, and he dragged the Tai'a, staggering towards the pillar of heaven.

　　Taowu, who was sitting on the ground, had blood flowing from the corners of her mouth, but she still had the cold arrogance of a god.

　　A figure appeared in front of Wei Yuan. This was the heavenly soul of the god.

　　"I am one of the Four Fiends of the Earth."

　　The majesty of the god suppressed him.

　　Wei Yuan directly slashed horizontally with the Tai'a in his hand, and this figure shattered.

　　A wisp of Taowu's divine soul transformed into a graceful and charming woman.

　　This was a scene of the son of Emperor Zhuanxu, her when she had not yet transformed into one of the Four Fiends.

　　Graceful and noble.

　　"I am the son of Zhuanxu, and I have the blessing of Qi. If you hurt me..."

　　The Tai'a Sword slashed again and fell again.

　　The earthly soul shattered.

　　Finally, it was the human soul, which transformed into a girl wearing white clothes, only thirteen years old, with pure eyes, stammering and saying, "Are you going to kill me..." Wei Yuan knew that this was the appearance in her memory when she had not yet experienced the washing of the world and had not met Qiongqi.

　　Wei Yuan was silent, raised his hand, and gently covered the girl's eyes with his blood-stained and almost broken palm.

　　A happy smile appeared on the girl's lips.

　　And then she was pierced by the Tai'a.

　　"Go well, just go."

　　The young man whispered, "The human world is full of suffering."

　　"Don't come again."

　　The long sword was pulled out.

　　Wei Yuan fell to the ground and no longer moved.

　　He fainted on the verge of death.

　　The gods of the Mountain and Sea Realm fell into a kind of dead silence.

　　————

　　Location of the battlefield: West Mountain Realm, Pillar of Heaven

　　God·Taowu: Killed in battle.

　　Cause of death: The divine body was shattered, and the three souls were scattered, unable to be reincarnated

　　Slayer—

　　Human Race·Wei Yuan.

　　ps: Today's first update... 4,400 words