Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"Roar!"

A roar that didn't sound like a human voice tore through the silence.

Golden light and demonic energy collided wildly in his body. Sun Wukong suddenly knelt on one knee, and spider-web-like cracks were smashed into the hard frozen ground.

His face was half peaceful and half ferocious, as if two completely different wills were fighting for control of this body.

In just a moment, he stood up again.

Those eyes burning with Buddha's light were completely swallowed by blood, and endless crazy murderous intent gushed out, without any clarity.

He didn't look at anyone anymore, not even at the ruined world.

Just like a completely enraged beast, it plunged headfirst into the endless chaotic fog ahead.

That unruly figure disappeared.

With his departure, the last trace of sound between heaven and earth fell into complete silence.

A deathly silence enveloped Kunlun Ruins, making it hard to breathe.

"no no……"

Lin Qiye knelt in the snow, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

Donghuang Taiyi, Zhulong, Luwu... those who once dominated the world,

The gods who existed only in mythology have now turned into cold stone tablets.

Standing quietly in the wind and snow, it seems to be silently telling the end of a myth.

The feeling of powerlessness was like a big cold hand, tightly gripping his heart.

Why? Why is this happening?

They tried their best and fought bloody battles, but this is the result?

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

The anger and grief that had been suppressed to the extreme turned into a roar and burst out from Lin Qiye's throat.

He punched the frozen ground beneath him again and again, his finger bones shattered and blood dripped, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

The soul seems to have been frozen on this dead plateau.

"That's enough, Lin Qiye! It's useless!"

Wu Hen grabbed his bloody fist and said in a hoarse but calm voice,

"Even if you smash through Kunlun Ruins, they won't be able to come back!"

"Then tell me, what else can we do!?"

Lin Qiye stared at him with red eyes.

"Watch them die? Watch that monkey go crazy? We look like fucking losers!"

Wu Hen was silent.

He also knelt in the snow, his body trembling slightly due to the cold and oppression.

But his eyes were like a bottomless pool of cold water, reflecting the wind and snow all over the sky, as well as the thousands of divine monuments that stood tall and unshakable.

Stay calm, you must stay calm.

The more times like this happen, the more we must not panic.

As a time traveler, he knew better than anyone that emotions were the first dam to collapse for the weak.

Just then, a strange buzzing sound was heard.

"Zheng——"

The sound came from the ancient sword stuck in the ground beside Lin Qiye.

Immediately afterwards, the sounds of thousands of swords rang out from all directions, merging into a tragic torrent.

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!"

On the countless divine monuments standing between heaven and earth, ancient swords trembled simultaneously.

The sound of the sword was like weeping and complaining, as if thousands of heroic spirits were uttering unwilling cries at the same time.

Lin Qiye's roar came to an abrupt halt, and he listened in a daze to the sword sound that shook the heavens and the earth.

He could feel that in every sound of the sword, there was a resolute sorrow and a will to live in the face of death.

"It's... the sword of the Queen Mother of the West." Wu Hen's eyes swept across the ancient sword, and there was a hint of realization in his voice.

“I understand…I understand!”

"Understand what?" Lin Qiye asked blankly.

"Forge the sword with love, and use death as the edge!"

Wu Hen spoke very quickly, with wisdom glittering in his eyes.

"She wasn't forging swords; she was preserving the last bit of dignity and fighting spirit for these gods!"

"These swords carry all their unwillingness and determination to die. They themselves are the most terrifying weapons! This is her true backup!"

It turned out to be the case.

Lin Qiye's heart seemed to be torn open by the sound of thousands of swords, and a faint but scorching light shone in from the crack.

Hope has not been completely extinguished.

A warm hand gently rested on Lin Qiye's shoulder.

He looked up and found that the Queen Mother of the West was standing in front of him.

Her face was still pale, but her eyes were unusually calm.

She didn't say much, but just helped Lin Qiye and Wu Hen up.

"It's dawn." she said softly.

The two of them were startled at the same time and subconsciously looked towards the east.

At the edge of the thick night, a ray of golden morning light was stubbornly tearing through the darkness.

It casts a faint warm light on this dead world of ice and snow.

Sunrise.

Looking at the rising sun, a thought flashed through Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's minds at the same time.

Today... is the last day of their devilish training.

Dawn arrives as promised.

But they all knew that this was not the end, but the prelude to a bigger storm.

Wu Hen's gaze passed over the Queen Mother of the West and looked towards the distant sky illuminated by the morning light, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

"The training is over..." He whispered to himself, so softly that only he could hear it.

"Then the agreed time... has arrived."