Godslayer: After the Seraph rejected me, I ascended directly to the highest godhood.

In the vast universe, the moon is like an insignificant speck of dust.

On the moon, a man wielding a sword exudes a powerful aura, yet his expression remains calm and serene.

His opponent, however, narrowed his eyes, and the laws of nature flowed on the surface of his halberd, which shimmered with golden light.

Yang Jian stared at Zhou Ping for a moment, then smiled faintly and said, "The strongest human? Then I will test you."

"Let's see if you have even half the flair of that monkey."

As soon as he finished speaking, the halberd slammed heavily into the void, and a powerful surge of divine energy swept across the void.

Zhou Ping's eyes narrowed, and the Holy Sword emitted a clear sword cry. The endless white glazed sword energy, carrying the pressure of a supreme artifact, actually suppressed Yang Jian's divine might.

Yang Jian glanced at the holy sword in Zhou Ping's hand and smiled.

“That’s what makes it fun!”

He suddenly shattered the void with a single step, wielding his halberd. Divine power spread across the sky, gradually transforming into countless heavenly soldiers and generals, surrounding the space where the two of them were.

Supernatural Power: Scattering Beans to Create Soldiers.

In the dark universe, countless celestial clouds suddenly gathered in space, and the two were no longer stepping on the dark void, but on the pure white celestial clouds.

Zhou Ping and Yang Jian stood in the middle of the celestial clouds, surrounded by celestial soldiers clad in silver-white armor. They held weapons and stood in neat rows, their imposing presence overwhelming.

"All troops, beat the drums!"

Boom boom boom!

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, an incredibly deep drumbeat sounded, and the momentum reached its peak.

Zhou Ping frowned slightly as he listened to the enormous, unsettling drumbeats.

Immediately afterwards, countless white, glazed sword energies slowly rose, accompanied by a terrifying aura of slaughter.

The invisible force of the drumbeats was suppressed.

Zhou Ping bowed with his sword lowered, "True Lord, I apologize."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ping's figure transformed into a blur, and his unstoppable sword energy stirred up the celestial clouds.

"Come on!" Yang Jian's halberd plunged into the celestial clouds, stirring up the vast expanse of white clouds.

The white clouds obscured the target, and Zhou Ping stopped, only to see a turtledove fly out from the clouds.

"Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques, Seventy-Two Transformations".

Zhou Ping dared not be careless in the slightest. According to mythological records, Yang Jian also possessed seventy-two transformations.

He brandished his holy sword, pointing it at the gray dove that had taken flight.

clang!

A crisp clang rang out as Yang Jian revealed his true form, his halberd deflecting the holy sword.

Then, as Yang Jian stood high in the sky, white clouds gathered around him, creating three identical replicas of himself.

Zhou Ping stared at the four Yang Jian figures that appeared in mid-air, unable to tell which was real and which was fake with the naked eye.

"If you can't tell, just kill them all."

He held his holy sword horizontally in front of him, unleashing a chilling sword aura. With a flick of his wrist, the holy sword drew a white, shimmering sword light.

The moment the sword light appeared, its dazzling brilliance dimmed the scene formed by Yang Jian's divine power.

In mid-air, all four Yang Jians simultaneously showed expressions of surprise.

Having become a god less than two years ago, and possibly without even needing to amplify the laws with the power of faith, this human can still make his sword techniques so powerful. This human is quite interesting.

Yang Jian smiled slightly, and his three clones dispersed, turning into white clouds.

His third eye on his forehead opened slightly, and a beam of light shot out.

Boom!

The moment the beam of light touched the sword's edge, the violent collision of divine power caused a series of explosions, creating ripples in the space.

“Very well, you are qualified to be my opponent.”

Yang Jian slowly descended from mid-air onto the celestial clouds, swung his halberd halfway in his hand, and instantly transformed into a blur before disappearing.

Not to be outdone, Zhou Ping vanished from his spot in an instant.

The holy sword, covered in sword energy, and the halberd, shimmering with golden light, clashed together with a 'clang,' then separated rapidly, only to collide again...

Standing outside the celestial clouds, the Howling Celestial Dog watched its master fight a human to a standstill and couldn't help but scratch its dog face.

Shouldn't it be crushing?

It thought for a moment, and just as it was about to help its owner, a voice entered its ears.

"Dense and powerful, like a dragon wagging its tail!"

Snapped!

Before Xiaotian Dog could react, Xiao Jin unleashed a powerful dragon tail sweep, sending it flying hundreds of meters away.

Little Jin, holding the dragon's whiskers, twisted and circled in place, saying with a very arrogant look in his eyes, "Little dog, your opponent is this divine dragon, please do not overstep your bounds."

In the distance, the celestial hound, who was somewhat dizzy from being filmed, stood up, his dog eyes instantly blazing with rage.

"Woof! You bug, you can't take a joke, you resort to sneak attacks!"

"You think I won't tear you apart today?!"

The Celestial Hound moved with lightning speed, and the little golden dragon, with a smirk, charged forward.

……

Somewhere in the universe.

In a space shrouded in an evil aura, the demon's laughter whispered in the ear of the Moral God.

Lucifer gazed at the old man standing in his domain, a smile of excitement spreading across his face.

"Old man, sticking to the old ways will only make you weaker. Why not fall into hell and do whatever you want? Wouldn't that be more enjoyable?"

The old man holding a whisk said, "True freedom lies in following one's nature without overstepping boundaries."

"And you, who admire the capriciousness of 'evil,' do not know that the highest good is like water, which benefits all things without striving."

Lucifer frowned, and a question mark slowly rose above his head.

What does this mean?

He talked to the old man for ages, but it was all stuff he couldn't understand.

"Old man, I'm too lazy to reason with you. Just wallow in depravity, that's true freedom, hahaha."

Lucifer's six dark wings trembled slightly, and his fallen divine power eroded the Moral Celestial.

"Stubborn and unyielding!"

With a wave of his whisk, the Celestial Venerable of Morality unleashed a shower of shimmering golden light, instantly dispelling the evil, corrupt divine power.

Lucifer was taken aback. He saw the Yin and Yang energies flowing beneath the feet of the Moral Celestial, and the golden light of merit emanating from his body was corroding his divine power.

This old man... is pretty strong.

Dark divine power gathered in His palm, and a dark longsword appeared, carrying an extremely evil aura.

A smile curved his lips, and his figure flashed like a dark streak of light as his longsword slashed through the void, heading towards the Moral Celestial Venerable.

The latter snorted coldly, a fan appeared in his hand, and he waved it.

In an instant, the banana leaf fan caused the space of the universe to collapse, creating a flow of matter that tore everything apart.

Lucifer was startled. What was this thing?

Just as He was about to stop, the flow of matter caused by the fan instantly enveloped Him.

Lucifer quickly used his fallen divine power to resist, thus preventing himself from being swept away by the current and rotation.

However, the old man holding the whisk did not stop. He took a step forward, and in an instant, much space appeared.

He reached to his waist, took out the 'Golden Rope', and slightly extended his hand.

The golden rope, carrying a glint of golden light, flew out and bound Lucifer, who was trapped in the flow of matter, tightly.

Then, the Celestial Venerable of Morality waved his whisk, and a pile of paper figures appeared, sitting cross-legged in the void, striking a wooden fish with a 'dong dong dong' sound.

A divine light of salvation emanated from him as he gazed upon Lucifer.

"From countless eons ago, I have saved countless people."

"If I cannot save you today, I may not take the title of 'Salvator Immortal'!"

……

On the other side, the dark universe underwent a dramatic transformation.

The scene depicted in the ink wash painting on the left is somewhat lonely and desolate.

To the right, however, lay a deep red night sky, concealing endless fury.

Yuanshi Tianzun stood in the ink painting, gazing at the woman blocking his way.

He sighed softly, "If he really kills the Seraph, the outcome will be beyond our control."

“Not only can the consequences of breaking the seal be dealt with, but he will also go to that place.”

The elegant lady slowly opened her beautiful eyes. "If going to that place is this child's destiny, neither you nor I can stop it."

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned slightly and shook his head. "Fate is fickle, but I still want to try. If all parties are well, that would be the best."

Nyx's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and her supreme aura descended in an instant.

“You can’t go there. This child needs to go there to recuperate. He… is very tired.”