Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

As soon as the words fell, the cabin fell into silence, with only the creaking sound of the old wooden boards being hit by the waves.

Lin Qiye sneered, breaking the silence: "Don't use these mysterious words, just say what you want to say."

"You weirdos just like to make simple things complicated."

"complex?"

Michael turned his head, and for the first time, there was no more teasing in his golden eyes, only a look of seeing through the vicissitudes of life.

"For you humans, becoming a god is the most difficult thing in itself."

Wu Hen, who had been silent the whole time, raised his head, his gaze behind his glasses sharp as a knife: "What are the conditions for becoming a god?"

Michael glanced at him, seeming a little surprised that this man who had always been as quiet as a shadow would suddenly ask a question.

"Conditions? Do you think becoming a god is just picking up stones on the roadside?"

He shook his head in disdain. "We are born as gods, and the laws are innate."

"And for mortals who wish to enter the divine realm, they must first... create their own laws."

"Law of creation?" Lin Qiye frowned.

"That's right." Michael's tone was emotionless.

"A law that has never existed in the world and belongs entirely to you."

"Then, you need to use your fragile mortal will to gather enough faith to support the operation of this law."

"Finally, use this as a foundation to create your own pantheon."

He paused, watching the astonishment gradually appear on the two people's faces.

A hint of coldness appeared on his lips. "Create your own laws, solidify your will, and form your own divine system. These three are indispensable. Now, do you still think it's simple?"

The cabin fell silent again, this time, a dead silence brought on by shock.

The law of creation?

Open up a pantheon?

This sounds like it is beyond human reach, but rather a story from a creation myth.

"...Has anyone succeeded?" Wu Hen's voice was a little dry.

Michael's gaze drifted towards the endless fog outside the window, and for the first time, his tone was filled with an indescribable complex emotion.

There was wonder, fear, and even a hint of... awe.

"Yes. One."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's hearts skipped a beat at the same time.

"Your Chinese Sword God, Zhou Ping."

boom--!

This name was like a thunderclap, exploding in the minds of the two people.

They thought of countless possibilities, but never imagined that the man who was considered the strongest swordsman in the world would actually come to this point!

With a mortal body, he defied heaven and became a god!

At this moment, all previous perceptions of Zhou Ping were completely overturned, and a respect from the depths of his soul arose spontaneously.

That is not the worship of the strong, but the admiration for a miracle that completed the journey of creation in a mortal body.

"Impossible... How did he do that?" Lin Qiye muttered to himself. He couldn't imagine what kind of extraordinary means that was.

"How should I know?" Michael's tone became unusually solemn.

"All I know is that I happened to be on the moon the day he became a god. He only struck once with his sword."

The air in the cabin seemed to freeze at this moment, and even the sound of the waves disappeared.

Michael slowly closed his eyes, as if recalling the scene that moved even the gods: "That sword didn't strike any enemy, it simply left a mark on the dead land of the moon."

"But the brand-new aura of laws contained in that sword mark instantly spread throughout the entire divine realm... At that moment, all the gods were shocked."

He opened his eyes, his golden pupils fixed on Lin Qiye and Wu Hen. "That was the first time we felt so clearly how...sharp a law created by mortals could be."

Just as he finished speaking, something seemed to flash by in the swirling fog outside the cabin.

"Wait!" Wu Hen's face suddenly changed.

Almost at the same time, Lin Qiye also sensed the fleeting strange aura. The two looked at each other, and without any hesitation, they rushed out of the cabin.

They stood side by side at the bow, the biting sea breeze mixed with thick fog blowing in their faces.

Deep in the fog ahead, the outline of an island is faintly visible.

That's no ordinary island.

It was as if it had been split cleanly in half from the center by an unimaginably huge sharp blade!

A huge bottomless crack runs across the entire island, and the smooth cross-section is like a mirror.

Even though they were separated by a great distance, the two could still feel the terrifying sword intent emanating from the crack, which was rising into the sky and seemed to tear the sky apart!

The moment they saw the sword mark, the blood in Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's bodies seemed to freeze.

"This sword intent..." Lin Qiye's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, and his voice became hoarse due to extreme shock.

"It's Senior Zhou..."

Wu Hen didn't say anything, but just stared at the sword mark that seemed to be able to cut through eternity, and his eyes under the lenses flashed with a terrifying gleam.

This aura, this sword technique, is so similar to the sword that Michael just described, which was slashed on the moon!

This is clearly Zhou Ping's work!

However, the entire island was dead silent. No sound could be heard, and no breath of life could be felt.

It was as if the owner of this astonishing sword had already left.

or……

An ominous thought arose in the minds of both of them at the same time.

What kind of divine power would it be to be able to split an island in half?

But what kind of existence could allow such a being who had just defied heaven and become a god with a mortal body to fall into an unknown situation?

Lin Qiye took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed on the dead island that was split into two.

The fog seemed to be getting thicker.