Godslayer: Agent of the Gods, the Stabilizing Force at the Start

In that ancient land shrouded in thick smog, the heavy clouds hung low like a giant lead plate, as if they would crash down at any moment and crush the land completely.

An eerie atmosphere, a mixture of decay and mystery, permeated the air, seeping into one's nostrils and sending chills down one's spine.

Ancient runes peek out from the shadows, like secrets sealed by time, or witnesses to past glories and vicissitudes, silently telling untold stories.

This is the legendary Fengdu, once the central hub of the underworld, but now it is mired in long silence and chaos, like an abandoned dark labyrinth.

Li Deyang, this young cultivator burdened with a mysterious mission, has a tall and slender figure, like an ancient pine tree, standing in this chaotic world.

His eyes were deep and resolute, revealing a tenacity and perseverance beyond his years, as if they could see through the darkness and reach the other side of light.

At this moment, he stood before the ancient and mottled altar in Fengdu, surrounded by a group of like-minded companions.

They come from all corners of the country. Some are elites who have emerged from prosperous cultivation sects, carrying the mission of their sects' inheritance; others are rogue cultivators who have endured hardships in the common people but have a heart full of justice, hoping to bring a glimmer of hope to this land.

Despite their different backgrounds and experiences, they all came together for a common goal: to awaken the Emperor of Fengdu, restore order to Fengdu, and save this land mired in darkness.

On the altar, the statue of the Fengdu Emperor stood silently.

The erosion of time has covered its surface with dense cracks, like a broken spider web, telling the story of the ruthlessness of time.

However, his imposing face still exuded an aura of awe, and his deep eyes seemed to see through everything in the world, making people dare not look directly at him.

Li Deyang took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. He could feel his heart pounding violently in his chest, each beat like a battle drumbeat for the upcoming challenge.

He mobilized the spiritual power within his body, which, like a sleeping beast, gradually awakened at his call, surging and turbulent within him like a tidal wave, constantly impacting the mysterious yet solid barrier between him and the statue.

"I must succeed," Li Deyang silently vowed to himself, his voice soft yet filled with unwavering determination.

His companions stood guard nervously by his side, their hands gripping their weapons tightly.

Some held swords that gleamed with a cold light, their blades trembling slightly, as if they were eager to drink the blood of their enemies; others formed hand seals, their bodies surrounded by mysterious magical light, ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any moment.

Their eyes scanned their surroundings warily, not missing any corner that might pose a danger.

As Li Deyang continuously poured in his spiritual power, the statue began to tremble slightly. At first, the trembling was very slight, like ripples spreading across a lake in a gentle breeze.

Immediately afterwards, a faint light shone from the eyes of the statue. The light was like a newly risen star. Although it was weak, it brought endless hope to everyone.

Li Deyang was overjoyed, knowing that his efforts had finally paid off.

He gritted his teeth and increased his spiritual power output, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and dripping onto the ancient altar.

The light grew stronger, like a burning flame, gradually enveloping the entire statue and dispelling some of the surrounding darkness.

Suddenly, a deep rumble came from inside the statue, a sound like the roar of a giant beast that had been asleep for countless years, carrying boundless majesty and power.

The light suddenly intensified, so bright that it was blinding, forcing Li Deyang to close his eyes.

As the light gradually faded, he slowly opened his eyes and saw a tall figure appear before the statue.

The figure was dressed in a magnificent imperial robe, embroidered with mysterious runes. Each rune exuded an ancient and powerful aura, as if telling a magnificent myth.

His face was identical to that of the deity; he was none other than the Emperor of Fengdu.

The Emperor of Fengdu slowly opened his eyes, a trace of confusion flashing in them, a sense of unfamiliarity and bewilderment at the world after sleeping for too long.

But soon, his eyes regained their clarity, revealing a reassuring power in his deep gaze.

He looked at Li Deyang and the others in front of him, nodded slightly, and said in a deep and mellow voice, "Thank you for waking me up."

Li Deyang and the others bowed respectfully, their movements synchronized and solemn: "Great Emperor, Fengdu is now in chaos, coveted by the outer gods. We implore you to reclaim your divine position and save this land."

The Emperor of Fengdu looked around at this once prosperous land, now ravaged by war, and a trace of sorrow appeared in his eyes: "I have been asleep for too long, allowing Fengdu to suffer such a calamity."

"Rest assured, I will restore order to Fengdu." With that, his aura surged, his imperial robes fluttered without wind, and powerful divine energy spread outwards from him like surging waves, shaking the entire city of Fengdu as if cheering for the return of this king.

However, their actions were soon discovered by the Outer God Yama.

Enma, a gigantic evil being, is like a moving black mountain.

He was surrounded by raging black flames, which emitted an eerie aura, and wherever they went, the air seemed to be scorched and distorted.

He had always coveted Fengdu, attempting to seize control of it in order to expand his own dark forces.

When he learned that the Emperor of Fengdu had awakened, he flew into a rage, his furious roar echoing in the darkness: "Hmph, you want to regain control of Fengdu? Not so easy!" With a wave of his hand, he led a group of strangely shaped subordinates and sped towards Fengdu.

Some of his henchmen were twisted, like monsters whose souls had been corrupted by darkness; others held weapons that emitted a ghostly glow, their eyes filled with bloodthirsty madness.

The Emperor of Fengdu sensed Yama's aura, his face darkened, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "This outer god has indeed arrived. It seems a fierce battle is inevitable."

Li Deyang and the others stepped forward one after another, their eyes filled with no fear, only unwavering conviction: "Your Majesty, we will fight alongside you!"

Yama quickly arrived in Fengdu. He looked at the Emperor of Fengdu with eyes filled with greed and jealousy, as if he wanted to devour the Emperor alive: "Emperor of Fengdu, today is your end. Fengdu will be mine from now on!"

The Emperor of Fengdu snorted coldly, his voice filled with disdain: "You? Wishful thinking!"

Enma stopped wasting words and launched the first attack.

He opened his blood-red maw and spewed out black flames, which rushed towards the Emperor of Fengdu like a surging tide. Wherever they went, the ground was scorched and emitted a pungent smell.