Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The westernmost part of the world, the top of Kongur Peak.

The cold wind was like a knife, making people's cheeks hurt.

"I...I won!"

Lu Baoyou supported his knees with his hands, his chest heaving violently, almost coughing out his lungs.

But his face was filled with uncontrollable pride, "Fang Mo, you are a step too slow!"

A few meters behind him, Fang Mo was also in a state of disgrace. She sat down in the snow.

He let the icy cold invade his body, but he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

She gasped for air and replied unwillingly, "If I hadn't tripped over that rock halfway up the mountain, who knows who would have arrived first!"

"If you lose, you lose. Don't make excuses!" Lu Baoyou put his hands on his hips. Although he was tired like a dead dog, he did not lose his momentum at all.

Just as she was about to continue to mock and enjoy the joy of this hard-earned victory,

At the end of the sight, the skyline suddenly lit up with a sacred pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried an indescribable majesty and desolation, as if it was projected from ancient times.

Lu Baoyou's laughter stopped abruptly, and the smugness on his face froze instantly.

"What...what is that?" Fang Mo also struggled to look up, his voice hoarse with shock.

Before he finished speaking, under the illumination of divine light, on the distant horizon,

A black stone monument, so magnificent that words cannot describe it, is slowly rising from the ground.

It is so high that it seems to pierce the sky; it is so big that it seems to carry the weight of the whole world.

At that moment, the wind seemed to stop and time seemed to stand still.

The two people, who were previously hot all over due to intense exercise, now felt a chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

The biting cold wind rushed into their mouths and noses, but they were completely unaware.

The tiny sense of pride that belonged to the victor in my heart was instantly crushed by the grand and tragic scene before me, and was replaced by a solemnity and uneasiness coming from the depths of my soul.

"Don't look at it, that's not something you can look directly at." A slightly panting voice sounded behind them.

The two of them turned around suddenly and saw that Baili Pangpang and Shen Qingzhu had been standing behind them at some point.

Baili Pangpang held his knees, his face pale. It was obvious that this rapid climb to the top was quite exhausting for him.

Shen Qingzhu stood straight, but his slightly rising and falling chest revealed that it was not effortless for him either.

"Instructor Shen...that...that stone tablet is..." Fang Mo's voice trembled slightly. She vaguely guessed something, but didn't dare to believe it.

Shen Qingzhu didn't look at them, but at the black stone tablet that pierced through the sky and the earth. His eyes were so complicated that it was hard to describe.

"That's the 'National Guardian Monument', but it's not." He spoke slowly, his voice a little vague in the wind.

"A hundred years ago, the gods of Daxia destroyed their own cultivation and used their souls, flesh and blood to build a divine monument to suppress the fate of the nation."

"What we are seeing now is a shadow of that history...it is reappearing."

The legend...became reality.

Fang Mo's fingertips trembled slightly uncontrollably, and a huge sense of shame surged in his heart.

She recalled her indifference to these legends during training, and how she had once regarded the word "God" as a distant and empty symbol.

But now, the truth of history is reappearing before our eyes in such a tragic and decisive way.

She then realized how ridiculous her ignorance was and how heavy the sacrifices of those gods were.

Shen Qingzhu didn't say anything else. He just silently straightened his collar, then raised his right hand and gave a standard military salute to the distant black stone tablet.

His scarlet cloak fluttered in the wind and snow, and his thin back seemed extremely tall and straight at this moment, as if it was about to merge with the stone tablet between heaven and earth.

Lu Baoyou stared blankly at Shen Qingzhu's back. The straightness and determination in his expression were like a heavy hammer, hitting her heart hard.

Her throat choked and her nose felt sore. The frivolous and proud shell of a genius girl in her heart was completely shattered at this moment.

She finally understood that the end of this assessment was never to determine the winner.

She took a deep breath, and imitated Shen Qingzhu, raising her arm clumsily but firmly, and gave the first heartfelt military salute in her life to the phantom of the sacred monument.

One after another, the new recruits struggled to climb to the top of the mountain. They were covered in wounds and exhausted.

But when they saw the divine light and the stone tablet in the sky, and the tragic scene of the blurred but majestic divine figures rushing towards the stone tablet, everyone forgot to cheer and the pain in their bodies.

No one spoke, no one talked.

On the silent peak, the recruits stood up one after another, holding up their shaky injured bodies in the wind and snow, and raised their hands to salute.

The howling sound of wind and snow became the only background sound at this moment, as if the whole world was mourning for the death of the god a hundred years ago.

At the same time, somewhere in a border defense company on the border.

"Fuck!"

Ke Changlin pushed open the window, letting the icy wind blow into the room. He stared intently at the divine monument that had actually appeared in the distance, his eyes wide as bells.

"Lao Ke! Come and see! That 'mirage'...it's fucking real!"

Su Zhe rushed to the window. When he saw the building that was exactly the same as the one in the legend,

When he saw the black stone tablet emitting an ominous and tragic aura, he felt as if struck by lightning.

The "border wonder" passed down from generation to generation by veterans, the "mirage" that only appears at a specific moment, is actually a real historical reappearance!

"God...the day when God falls..." Su Zhe's lips trembled as he uttered a few words.

The two looked at each other, and saw extreme shock and a hint of uncontrollable fear in each other's eyes.

Their backs were instantly soaked with cold sweat.

This isn't some fucking spectacle, it's the beginning of a repeat cycle!

"Let's go, both of you." Jade Ding Zhenren turned his back to Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, his voice devoid of emotion. "This place is about to become a meat grinder. This is not the place for you to stay."

Lin Qiye clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

He stared at the slightly desolate back of the real person, then looked at the monument that was slowly taking shape in the sky.

And the last, vague and lonely divine figure walked towards the stone tablet, roaring, "Leave? Immortal, where do you want us to go? What is going on? Is the myth repeating itself? Then what are we? Spectators?!"

"What else?" A calm voice interrupted.

Wu Hen stretched out his hand to hold Lin Qiye's shoulder, his eyes as sharp as a knife, piercing directly at the back of Jade Ding Zhenren.

"Master, you want us to be deserters? The war is imminent, and you, one of the [Ceiling of Humanity], are letting two of us little soldiers run away. Who would believe this?"

He paused, his tone becoming more playful. "Or, do you not want us to see what you're going to do next? Or... you don't want us to participate?"

Jade Ding Zhenren slowly turned around. He looked at the emotional Lin Qiye, and then at Wu Hen, who had a look of "I've seen through everything".

Suddenly he laughed, a laugh that was a bit ruffian and helpless.

"You little brats, each one is more clever than the other."

He cursed, but there was no blame in his eyes, instead there was a hint of relief.

"That's right, the battlefield ahead doesn't belong to you. At least not now."

"Why?!" Lin Qiye was puzzled.

"Because someone has to survive." Jade Ding Zhenren's voice was very soft, but it was like a huge rock hitting the hearts of the two people.

"Someone has to face a future without us. Do you understand?"

The farewell in these words was so strong that Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's hearts sank at the same time.

"I... I don't understand!" Lin Qiye shook his head stubbornly, "If you want to leave, we leave together. If you want to stay, we stay together!"

Wu Hen didn't say anything, but the light in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

He knew that Jade Ding Zhenren had made a decision, a decision that they could not change or participate in.

As a time traveler, he understands the inertia of history and the insignificance of individuals better than Lin Qiye, but he is unwilling to accept it.

Jade Ding Zhenren did not try to persuade them anymore. He just looked at the two of them deeply, as if he wanted to carve their appearance into the depths of his soul.

Then, he turned around and looked again at the black divine monument that had completely condensed into shape, as well as the last divine figure that walked in front of the monument.

He straightened his somewhat worn Taoist robe and let out a long breath, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden, and as if he had carried the whole world on his shoulders.

"I'm late for the appointment we made a hundred years ago," he whispered softly, as if speaking to someone, "but I finally made it today."