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

Yang Jian withdrew his divine light, and only then did Su Ming truly see Yang Jian's appearance clearly.

His face was exceptionally handsome, with sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards to his temples, and his eyes were deep and bright, as if they could see through everything in the world, while also revealing an inviolable majesty.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian's mysterious third eye on his forehead emitted golden divine light, scanning Su Ming's body back and forth.

Yang Jian couldn't help but admire him, discovering that the young man in front of him was also in a spiritual state, and that he showed no sign of yielding to his pressure, not even bending his knees.

Although it is not at its peak, it is still not something an ordinary person without any divine power can contend with.

Seeing the confusion in Su Ming's eyes, he explained, "This is inside the nine national guardian steles. The nine steles were formed from the lifelong divine power and physical bodies of the gods of Great Xia. Afterwards, the gods entered the cycle of reincarnation. I am now just a remnant of divine power within the national guardian steles. Has anyone in Great Xia awakened yet?"

Su Ming's confused eyes gradually cleared. Yang Jian's introduction matched the plot in his mind one by one, and he realized what the current situation was.

It seems that Yang Jian's divine clone and his original body are independent of each other, otherwise he wouldn't have said that, since Yang Jian has already woken up in reality.

Despite thinking this, Su Ming didn't want to reveal much information he knew, so he said, "I don't know."

Yang Jian was not surprised by this answer. After all, there was no one in the ruins, so how could they have come into contact with such a major event?

But Su Ming's appearance reminded him of the Nine Cauldrons left behind by the sages. When the National Guardian Stele was built, it was said that it was left behind to give future generations an opportunity to inherit their divine power.

"I didn't expect that sage to have even foreseen this... It seems this is the meaning behind my leaving behind."

"If that's the case, then it must be fate!"

"Go ahead, there's a Nine Provinces Cauldron. If you get it, you might be able to obtain our divine power!"

After saying this, Yang Jian's spirit dissipated into the air.

Following Yang Jian's pointing direction, Su Ming saw nothing but the towering National Guardian Stele; the Nine Cauldrons were nowhere to be seen.

Maintaining his trust in Yang Jian, he walked forward with his head down, unaware of how long he had walked as a spirit.

A bronze cauldron, about half the height of a person, gradually appeared before Su Ming's eyes.

The entire body of the cauldron is cast from fine bronze. After a thousand years of weathering, the surface is covered with a layer of mottled green patina, like an ancient coat draped over it by time, adding to its mystery and solemnity.

On either side of the tripod's handles, there is a lifelike animal head, either a tiger or a dragon, with wide-open eyes and open mouths as if about to roar. This not only adds to the tripod's majestic appearance but also symbolizes protection and strength.

Su Ming quickly ran over, gently touched the body of the cauldron with his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, the Nine Provinces Cauldron shrank and floated to his dantian, where it disappeared inside.

In an instant, the scenery before Su Ming's eyes changed rapidly. He saw a monkey holding a large stick that shimmered with golden light. The stick was straight and slender, with a golden ring at each end that tightly locked the stick.

It is carved with the Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff).

The monkey raised his Ruyi Jingu Bang (magic staff) and smashed it down on the dragon in front of him.

With a single blow, the wind and clouds changed color, and the sea surged; each strike carried the power to cause mountains to crumble and the earth to split.

"Sun Wukong?"

Su Ming silently murmured to himself, and the monkey in the distance seemed to hear him, turning its head to look at him. Its eyes, like two dazzling stars, shone with golden light, as if saying, "You've finally arrived."

A beam of golden light, like heavenly fire, shot out from his fiery eyes and crashed into his body.

Su Ming felt as if his head had been hit, and he fainted.

......

Unsure how long he had slept, Su Ming felt his head resting on a soft, warm pillow, while a pair of somewhat rough and slender hands vigorously rubbed his brow.

"Why did she suddenly faint?"

Su Ming opened his eyes and saw two huge mountains blocking his view.

"Get up quickly now that you're awake. Everyone's waiting for you!" Seeing that Su Ming had woken up, Hong Ying used both arms to help him up, teasingly saying, "You didn't faint from fright, did you?"

"I think he deliberately didn't wake up because he couldn't bear to part with Sister Hongying's lap pillow and gentle massage," Si Xiaonan said with a gossipy expression.

"Gentle? Try it yourself." Su Ming thought to himself, but said to Hong Ying, "Thank you for earlier."

Hongying has practiced swordsmanship and spear fighting for many years; it wouldn't be an exaggeration for her to kill an ordinary person with a single palm strike, let alone do such delicate work. Her calloused hands rubbed her face, creating a kind of aesthetically pleasing effect, like using a cannon to swat a mosquito.

Su Ming is now experiencing excruciating pain between his eyebrows.

"Be careful next time. You just suddenly fell into my arms. If this happened during a mission, you could die. Even we might not be able to save you," Hongying earnestly advised.

Su Ming nodded seriously. This was why he had stayed in Squad 136. The people here were truly willing to give everything for their teammates, whether it was their lives or money, especially in this era where death could come at any moment. This made him, an orphan, feel the warmth of home.

"Don't worry, maybe I'll need to come save you next time."

At this moment, Si Xiaonan, the future goddess of trickery, gently patted Su Ming's shoulder and asked pitifully, "Will you come to save me?"

Su Ming gently rubbed Si Xiaonan's head, staring into her pure eyes. He didn't know if it was an act, but after spending so much time together, he answered seriously, "Don't worry, this time I won't let you suffer anymore. I'll let you and Leng Xuan have a grand wedding."

"What nonsense are you talking about, hmph." Si Xiaonan blushed and ran to Hongying's side.

"Xiao Su, why did you suddenly faint? Did you awaken the Forbidden Ruins?" Chen Muye walked over and asked curiously, looking at Su Ming's condition.

Zhao Kongcheng also came closer when he heard this question, his eyes fixed on Su Ming.

Su Ming shook his head. He didn't even know if this was a dream. He thought he would tell his companions after confirming it, and there were some things that needed to be kept secret for now.

The resurrection of the gods and the nine national guardian steles are not yet a good time, lest they disrupt the sage's plans.

“Indeed, if awakening the Forbidden Ruins were that easy, I would have done it long ago. Don’t be sad. Let’s go.” Zhao Kongcheng, with a cigarette in his mouth, patted Su Ming on the shoulder and comforted him.

Su Ming followed behind them, secretly communicating with the divine power within his body, only to find his ears becoming increasingly itchy.

So I randomly found a secluded corner and gently picked my ear.

It felt like there was a needle in my ear, which was slowly pulled out.

Before his eyes appeared a golden, fingernail-sized Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff).

Su Ming opened his mouth wide, his eyes widened, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"That wasn't a dream; I actually gained Sun Wukong's divine power."