Wei Ting, Do You Want to Slay a God?

"Standing nine zhang tall, with a waist nine zhang around!" "Wearing a golden crown upon his head, clad in golden battle armor, wielding a flower-pattern battle-axe in hand." As Qi Yuan visualized, a burly figure emerged. This figure was exaggeratedly massive, his waist just as wide as he was tall. His eyes bulged with rage, gripping a giant flower-pattern battle-axe, brimming with soaring fighting spirit. This was none other than the Giant Spirit God. Back then, Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li had obeyed the Jade Emperor's decree, leading a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals to surround and eliminate Sun Wukong. As the vanguard officer, the Giant Spirit God had been the first to fight Sun Wukong. Though his weapon was shattered by Sun Wukong's Golden-Hooped Rod and he suffered defeat, he remained a heavenly general of the divine realm, an orthodox heavenly deity, a god guarding the Heavenly Palace! "Is this evil god spiritual power enough?" "If it isn't, I'll just have to use some of my own." The Stellar Golden Core shone brightly, and the Two Inquiries of the Heart appeared once more. Qi Yuan looked solemn. What he was visualizing this time differed from the previous two. He closed his eyes. Suddenly, golden light burst forth across the Mountain of Visualization once more. Qi Yuan's face paled slightly. He, too, had expended a sliver of divine spiritual power—the divine spiritual power belonging to him as Qingshui Village's guardian god. Yet a smile touched his eyes. He had succeeded! Meanwhile, a somber mood hung over the chat group. Just then, Dong Jianghe suddenly spoke up: "Golden light has flared across the Mountain of Visualization again. Could it be that someone has visualized an epic once more?" "Could fortune truly be favoring us Ancient Gods?" "If so, Venerable Tianbao can rest a bit easier on his way." ... The sky was pitch-black. Wei Ting sat cross-legged in cultivation, glancing at his sister fast asleep in the room. His cultivation had reached the Divine Infant realm. In town, he was considered quite capable. Of course, compared to those New Gods wielding sacrificial vessels, he fell far short. The moment the plague had eased, he had thrown himself into diligent cultivation. Because his enemy was a terrifying New God—one that even Qingshui Village's mighty guardian god could not truly resolve. Right then, a dark silhouette appeared without warning. Wei Ting surged to his feet, catching sight of the deity beneath the cool starlight. The deity opened his mouth, his voice frigid: "Wei Ting, do you want to slay a god?" Wei Ting's heart pounded violently. He nodded firmly. "I do!" He felt he had chosen the right master to follow. Even if he were to die this time! ... The blood-red light of dawn shone across the earth. Inside Kuangfeng Town, evil gods gathered in droves. Today, Shelang was hosting a Child Banquet, extending invitations to gods far and wide. Outside the massive temple, singing and laughter echoed everywhere. In Kuangfeng Town, cages upon carriages held naked children, one after another. Those children had numb, blank expressions; some were naively innocent, giggling at the crowds outside. Temple guards in golden armor escorted these children, slowly marching toward the temple. The gods were splendidly attired. Some possessed white hair and youthful complexions, while others were incomparably gorgeous. Sipping fine wine and tasting spiritual fruits, they indulged in carefree pleasure. "The last time we held a Child Banquet was thirty years ago. It feels like an age ago," remarked an elder with white hair and a youthful countenance, a nostalgic look on his face. "Back then in Feihuang City, only three of us were among the seven towns," a yellow-robed elder chimed in with relish. "At the time, two Ancient Gods couldn't stomach our Child Banquet and foolishly attacked us. In the end, Brother Shelang suppressed them with a single finger, and they were steamed alive." "Steamed alive? Brother Shelang... truly creative." "Haha, this time, surely no fool would dare barge into our Child Banquet, right?" "The only one left is that feeble, spineless Ruoyu. If he dares show up, he'd just be serving himself on a platter!" "Steam him alive too!" Cups clinked and wine flowed amid ringing laughter and song. As for the village-level Ancient Gods beneath Ruoyu, they did not even bother mentioning them. Did those gods even count as gods? Just then, Shelang emerged, draped in purple silk and looking exceedingly noble. Every New God hurriedly stood up, raising their wine cups to offer a toast. Yet at that exact moment, a rumbling tremor suddenly echoed. The entire ground violently shook. Wine cups rattled off tables, smashing in half upon the floor. Every New God was taken aback, then turned around with varied expressions. The tremors grew louder and louder, drawing closer and closer to them. They looked out to see a towering colossus suddenly appear between two distant mountain ranges. The towering colossus seemed capable of propping up the sky with his head while treading the earth with his feet. Wearing a golden crown, clad in golden battle armor, he radiated majestic awe. The flower-pattern battle-axe in his hand rested downward across the peaks of the two great mountains. The terrifying colossus looked down, peering over the numerous evil gods of Kuangfeng Town. A voice like rumbling thunder rolled forth, nearly blowing over the houses of Kuangfeng Town: "I am Wei Ting, Vanguard Officer under Origin Celestial Venerable!" "Evil gods, petty gods, come forward and meet your deaths!" His sky-scraping body and voice like detonating thunder roared in their ears. The residents of Kuangfeng Town all showed terrified expressions. Among the New Gods, some were trembling in fear, while others showed sheer disdain. "What scoundrel dares come court death!" The evil god of Huangsha Town surged to his feet and flew toward the towering colossus. "Die!" Having transformed into the Giant Spirit God, Wei Ting possessed boundless divine strength, practically a budget Pangu. The massive flower-pattern axe violently shook as he swung it toward the sky. The mighty blow seemed capable of tearing space asunder. The axe was as huge as a hill; not only could it cleave a mountain, it seemed ready to split an entire city in two. The late Purple Mansion evil god had barely taken to the air when the axe cleaved him to pieces, reducing him to ashes. Slaying a foe in a single strike brought no satisfaction to the colossus; his eyes bulged with rage. His broad palm swept downward, grabbing toward the temple. Seeing this, over a hundred New Gods frantically unleashed their sacrificial vessels, hurling endless origin divine abilities toward that palm. The colossus sneered in contempt, white steam snorting from his nostrils. "How dare petty gods like you run wild!" Transformed into the Giant Spirit God, Wei Ting wielded boundless strength; the golden gauntlets upon his hands blazed with blinding brilliance, utterly indestructible. That was the phantom manifestation of an immortal artifact—how could mere origin divine abilities shatter it? His broad palm crushed all the origin divine abilities and clamped shut. The New Gods in the temple were seized like baby chicks. With a sudden crush of the colossus's grip, the New Gods were squeezed to death alive, dozens perishing in an instant. Those colossal eyes turned to the remaining New Gods. "Kill!" The flower-pattern axe flew into Kuangfeng Town. A crushing pressure swept through, like Li Kui raiding the execution grounds. The massive colossus charged into Kuangfeng Town at that very moment. "Where do you think you're running!" Though Wei Ting's frame was monstrously huge, his handling of the flower-pattern axe was remarkably nimble. One didn't even need to worry about him accidentally harming bystanders. Chaos engulfed Kuangfeng Town. Iron-clad temple guards threw themselves at him with reckless abandon. Unfortunately, those temple guards whom the townsfolk regarded like fierce tigers and fiends were no more than flies in Wei Ting's eyes. A casual sweep of his hand claimed over a dozen lives. "Kill!" With a ferocious roar, he blasted another dozen New Gods to death with sonic force. The surviving New Gods were petrified, their wits scattered to the winds. When had they ever witnessed such a terrifying divine creature? Moreover, he seemed only at the late Purple Mansion realm, not even at perfection! Yet alone, he had routed them all into utter disgrace. Wei Ting swung his axe again, felling several more evil gods. Even powerful evil gods could not withstand a single blow from his axe. A flurry of axe strikes harvested them in droves. Standing behind the New Gods, Shelang's expression was exceedingly grim. "Insolent cur, you dare?! You're forcing my hand!" He had been enduring, but he could hold back no longer. Though he had condensed half a divine aperture, he dared not lightly draw upon his divine spiritual power. Because that divine spiritual power had been exceedingly hard to come by. Expending it once would delay his ascension to the True God realm by decades, centuries, or even a millennium. Yet the colossus before him gave him an overwhelming sense of threat. A premonition even rose in his heart: If he didn't use that half a divine aperture, he would be cleaved to death by this horrifying giant. He could not fathom how such a terrifying monster could appear in Feihuang City. This fellow called himself Origin Celestial Venerable's vanguard officer. There was only one explanation: the God Visualization Art! In life, this horrifying giant had surely been an unfathomably dreadful powerhouse beyond imagination. And only if Wei Ting was the sole person visualizing him could such sheer might be explained. Hearing Shelang speak, the surviving New Gods showed looks of relief, as if granted a new lease on life. "Brother Shelang, please make your move quickly and slay him!" "This giant is too terrifying! If he is allowed to grow, Feihuang City will be in grave danger!" All of them pinned their hopes on Shelang. Shelang was, after all, a demigod-level expert. No matter how strong this terrifying giant was, he was only at the late Purple Mansion realm—not even Purple Mansion perfection. "You forced me into this!" Shelang roared furiously as a wisp of aura belonging to a True God wafted out at this moment. The fluctuations between heaven and earth turned horrifying. The bodies of the believers in Kuangfeng Town began to wither and crack. The faces of the dozen-odd surviving New Gods were finally no longer pale. "Who can withstand the might of a demigod?!" Brimming with high spirits, Shelang glared at the colossus before him and bellowed, "Who dares kill me?! Do you dare?!" Just then, a cool, clear voice drifted over as a white-robed man appeared, his garments white as snow, resembling a sword god. "I dare." A star flashed, and a blood-red sword ray streaked across like a shooting star. Everyone, even the New Gods, saw crimson fill their vision. Their entire sight was flooded with red. When the redness dissipated and their vision returned, they saw the snow-clad man gently blowing on the blood upon his crimson longsword, puffing away the droplets of gore. He looked toward the headless corpse in the distance, a trace of mockery in his eyes. "Within the same realm... I am invincible!" "You're not even a Yin God, yet you dare act so arrogant!" Indeed, when Wei Ting visualized the Giant Spirit God, his strength had skyrocketed, and Qi Yuan's level had risen alongside it. Afterward, Wei Ting went on a slaughtering spree, massacring nearly a hundred evil gods. Qi Yuan's level surged madly once more. While Wei Ting butchered the evil gods, Qi Yuan had not been idle either; he had personally taken action long before, eliminating the temple guards of the various towns and villages. By now, he was already a Level 72 divine creature, at the mid Purple Mansion realm! Within the same realm, he had never feared anyone. Shelang was a demigod, but so what? Unless he was a True God, he was still in the same major realm as Qi Yuan. How could he resist the origin divine ability Qi Yuan had engraved onto his Stellar Golden Core? With merely a ten-thousandth of an instant's daze, Qi Yuan could strike him dead with a single sword thrust. Now, Qi Yuan looked at the remaining New Gods, a ruthless smile playing across his lips. "Kill!"