Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

On the banks of the Ganges, in the ancient temple of the god, tens of thousands of believers are prostrating themselves on the ground, performing the most devout pilgrimage of the day.

In the center of the temple, the two-faced statue made of pure gold, symbolizing creation and destruction, is the end point of their faith.

At this moment, something strange happened!

The sturdy temple shook violently without any warning, as if an invisible hand was pinching the earth and shaking it madly.

The terrified screams instantly tore through the solemn atmosphere.

The believers looked up in horror at the eternal and unchanging golden statue.

click-

Amidst the teeth-grinding sound of shattering, the four eyes on the two completely opposite faces of the statue, which had been closed for a thousand years, slowly opened!

It was neither mercy nor majesty, but pure coldness and deathly silence without any impurities.

As if crossing the long river of time and space, the indifferent will that has existed since the birth of the universe has descended at this moment.

Two lips, opened at the same time.

An ancient, hoarse syllable that seemed to be condensed from the roars of countless dead souls.

It transcends language barriers and resonates clearly in the depths of everyone's soul.

"destroy."

boom! ! !

The moment the words fell, outside the temple, the dim sky was completely swallowed up by a bottomless darkness.

The divine kingdom "Takama-ga-hara" that spreads from the sky above the cherry blossom country,

Its filthy and evil aura has polluted the entire sky of Asia!

However, in the center of this boundless darkness that enveloped the earth,

Above the ruins of the Sakura Kingdom, there was a figure that stood out from the apocalyptic scene.

The Taoist priest was dressed in a green robe, standing alone in the void.

What lay beneath his feet was not scorched earth and debris, but thousands of golden lotus flowers that had blossomed at some unknown time.

Each lotus flower was radiant and colorful, and its holy aura completely isolated the disgusting polluting power of Takama-ga-hara.

It forms an absolute pure land.

He raised his head and calmly gazed at the dark kingdom of God that was constantly expanding and eroding the real world, his eyes calm and composed.

The next second, he slowly raised his right hand, pointed his sword finger far above the sky, at the nine heavens shrouded in endless darkness.

"Here comes the sword."

The voice was very soft, but it seemed to contain some supreme rules.

As he finished speaking, the whole world seemed to stop for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying pressure that could not be described in words came from the sky!

Far away in the east, the Heavenly Palace, the abode of immortals and gods shrouded in clouds and mist and invisible to mortals, was shaking violently at this moment!

The beams and pillars of the Lingxiao Palace hummed, and the thirty-three heavenly palaces swayed in unison.

Countless immortals and gods were horrified, not knowing what kind of earth-shattering event had happened!

They only felt that a power from the deepest, oldest and most original source of heaven was forcibly pried open!

A golden thread as thin as a hair, but a billion times brighter than the sun,

Penetrating through layers of space, ignoring the laws of heaven,

Breaking free from the depths of the origin of heaven, it fell straight to the human world at a speed beyond time!

Wherever the golden thread passes, the polluting power of Takama-ga-hara, which is enough to corrode even the gods,

It was like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, making sharp screams and retreating madly.

The originally indestructible barrier of the Kingdom of God became as fragile as a piece of thin paper in front of this strand of golden thread.

However, this power is too overbearing and too pure!

The golden thread had not yet completely descended, but the slight breath it leaked out had already made the earth below unbearable.

The thousand-mile land centered on the Taoist priest began to crack inch by inch, uttering a wail under the heavy burden, and then collapsed!

Mountains and rivers were reduced to dust, rivers evaporated in an instant, and a giant bottomless tiankeng quickly formed on the earth.

The Taoist turned a blind eye to this.

He extended his sword finger, and the golden thread from heaven,

Like a docile snake, it gently wrapped around his fingertips and eventually turned into a three-foot-long golden lightsaber.

The hilt of the sword is simple and the blade is plain, but it exudes an unparalleled sharpness that is enough to cut through eternity and judge the gods.

The Taoist held the sword condensed by the original power of heaven, and his eyes finally showed a slight fluctuation.

He looked up at the dark kingdom above his head that had occupied half the sky and was still spreading despair and madness, and waved his arm lightly.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no devastating explosion.

There was only a flash of extreme golden light.

That trace of light was so slender, yet so resolute.

It stretches from the easternmost side of Takamagahara Divine Kingdom to the westernmost side.

Silently and neatly, this vast kingdom of God was divided into two halves from the center.

At this moment, time seemed to be slowed down.

Takama-ga-hara was split in two, and fine cracks began to appear on the countless buildings and shrines built by the filthy power.

The cracks spread rapidly, and countless evil gods roared in fear and despair from within the kingdom of God.

But these sounds could not even get out of the kingdom of God, and were completely annihilated by the golden sword mark.

The next moment, the collapse began.

The dark kingdom that once was so powerful and attempted to pollute the entire world,

Like a sand castle with all its pillars removed, starting from the sword mark in the middle,

It turned into the most primitive black particles, disintegrated with a loud bang, collapsed and dissipated.

The darkness in the sky receded like a tide, revealing its original color.

The sun once again shone on the earth, warm and peaceful, as if the doomsday catastrophe just now was just an unreal nightmare.

The Taoist threw it casually, and the golden lightsaber at his fingertips turned into a strand of golden thread again.

It disappeared in an instant, and followed the same path it came from, returning to the heaven that was gradually calming down.

Things borrowed must be returned.

After doing all this, he finally turned his gaze to the last piece of void that disappeared in Takama-ga-hara.

There, there is still an extremely pure power of the origin of the kingdom of God, which has not yet completely dissipated.

This is his real trophy.

The Taoist flipped his wrist, and a short knife with a pitch-black body and simple style appeared in his hand.

Two ancient seal characters were engraved on the blade - [divine disaster].

He snapped his fingers, and [Divine Disaster] turned into a black stream of light, shooting accurately into the origin of the kingdom of God that was about to disappear.

hum-

It was as if a ferocious beast that had been hungry for billions of years finally saw a gluttonous feast.

The blade of [Divine Disaster] trembled violently, and a tiny black vortex formed at the tip of the blade.

Madly devouring the vast energy around it.

After all, Takama-ga-hara is a complete kingdom of God, and its original power is vast, but the devouring speed of [Divine Disaster] is even more terrifying.

Visibly, the black color on the blade of [Divine Disaster] became deeper and deeper.

It seemed to be able to devour all light, and the aura it emitted was rising steadily, becoming more and more dangerous and more and more frightening.

I don't know how long it took, but when the last trace of the origin of the kingdom of God was completely devoured,

[Shen Huo] let out a satisfied hum, and the blade's brilliance was restrained, as if it had eaten and drunk its fill.

It turned into a stream of light and flew back automatically. With a "clang" sound, it accurately returned to the scabbard that the Taoist had taken out at some point.

The Taoist held the warm scabbard in his hand, a look of satisfaction on his face.

He bent his finger and flicked the scabbard lightly.

That peerless weapon that just devoured the origin of a kingdom of God,

Along with its scabbard, it disappeared without a trace, and no one knew where he hid it.

After doing all this, he slowly lowered his head, his gaze seemed to penetrate thousands of miles of space and landed on a certain place in this ruined country.

The cause and effect there should also be resolved.

He whispered to himself, his voice drifting away on the wind.

"Time to take care of some... finishing touches."