Eastern Gods Descend Upon the West

Primordial Phoenix glanced at Loki.

Loki's body exploded on the spot.

"Buzz!"

A streak of divine radiance flashed by.

A godhead stood suspended in the void.

It was Loki's godhead.

A godhead condensed from the power of faith!

As long as this godhead remained, Loki's faith power would remain.

He could then reconstruct the body of a Chief God.

"Only able to survive through faith power, and you dare call yourself a god?"

Primordial Phoenix glanced at Loki's godhead.

"Bang!"

"No!"

Accompanied by Odin's anguished roar,

Loki's godhead shattered outright.

From this day onward,

there was no longer a God of War and Fire named Loki in this world!

He had completely vanished from the world.

He could never again condense a new Chief God position!

Yet from beginning to end, Primordial Phoenix had not even made a move.

It had all happened with a single thought.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Ares, the God of War, knelt.

The Twelve Knights of the Round Table knelt.

Thor, the God of Thunder, knelt.

They all knelt!

Courage?

Dignity?

Before absolute power, they were all a joke!

They had watched Loki's godhead shatter with their own eyes.

And it had only taken a glance!

Primordial Phoenix had merely looked at Loki once!

His godhead shattered!

He vanished forever!

Having become Chief Gods, they did not want to die.

As long as a Chief God's faith power remained,

they could continue to linger in this world.

"Ah!"

Odin let out a roar.

"I'll make the hundreds of millions of descendants in your East accompany my son in death!"

Zeus roared, "Attack together!"

King Arthur raised the Sword in the Stone and roared, "Attack with everything you have! There are only two gods among them—the East truly has no gods!"

"Boom!"

The divine power of the God King gathered upon the God King's scepter.

"Boom!"

The Sword in the Stone condensed supreme divine power.

"Boom!"

Several God Kings finally joined forces.

They gathered dozens of streams of divine power and dozens of Divine Artifacts, bombarding the protective barrier around Ancestral Dragon and Primordial Phoenix.

At the same time,

"Boom!"

Trillions upon trillions of stone soldiers condensed in the void.

They swarmed toward the Yanhuang region, toward the countless descendants of Yan and Huang across the Divine World.

They were the trillions upon trillions of stone soldiers condensed by Odin's divine power.

Facing Zeus's attack,

Candle Dragon and Primordial Phoenix did not even raise their eyelids.

Instead, they both looked toward a certain direction in the void of the Divine World.

"They're here."

Candle Dragon and Primordial Phoenix smiled.

"Boom!"

A thunderous rumble resounded through the void.

A shocking scene appeared.

The highest reaches of the Divine World's void seemed to have been torn apart.

A figure stood there.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang..."

He had merely appeared in the void of the Divine World.

He had done nothing at all.

Yet the trillions upon trillions of stone soldiers Odin had condensed,

vanished one after another.

Not even dust remained!

The newcomer was Hongjun!

Beside Hongjun stood Ancestor Yang Mei!

"Buzz!"

Ancestor Yang Mei flicked a finger.

Another shocking scene appeared!

"Buzz, buzz, buzz."

Countless layers of space condensed.

They actually sliced apart the Divine World.

Then the countless descendants of Yan and Huang were gathered together.

They were protected within the space condensed by Ancestor Yang Mei.

The Three Pure Ones appeared as well.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi stood in the void with the Ten Great Demon Sages.

Di Jiang stood in the void with the Eleven Ancestral Witches.

Zhen Yuanzi and Red Cloud stood beside Changxi and Xihe. Wangshu and Nuwa stood together.

The foremost gods of the Primordial World had all arrived!

But they were not the only ones.

For such a grand world-destroying ceremony, how could they not bring their own disciples?

Xiao Yan from the Dou Qi World.

Li Chungang from the Snow World.

At this moment!

All was utterly silent!

The entire Divine World was eerily silent.

The countless descendants of Yan and Huang gathered within the space severed by Ancestor Yang Mei.

They watched...

They watched Hongjun.

The countless descendants of Yan and Huang roared, "Our Eastern god, Dao Ancestor Hongjun!"

"Our Eastern gods, the Three Pure Ones Patriarchs!"

"Our Eastern god, Zhen Yuanzi, Ancestor of Earth Immortals!"

"The Lunar Goddesses!"

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Demon Race Heavenly Court!"

One cry after another,

spread across the void.

They continued shouting,

until the thirty million descendants of Yan and Huang, the countless descendants of Yan and Huang,

saw what lay behind beings like Hongjun.

There, it connected to the Primordial World!

Standing at the highest reaches of the Primordial World's void was a mountain range stretching beyond sight.

It was Mount Shouyang!

And atop Mount Shouyang at this moment,

stood a divine statue!

It was the divine statue of Mythical Nuwa!

After the Mythic Nuwa Template ended, the aura Chen Xuan had previously condensed with the Mythic Nuwa Template suppressed Pangu's aura on Mount Buzhou.

It formed the divine statue of Mythical Nuwa!

"Empress Nuwa of Mythical Nuwa!"

The countless descendants of Yan and Huang wept soundlessly.

A thousand years.

One Western god after another had appeared, and they had begun ruling this world.

The Eastern people had gradually come to be called remnants.

People not accepted by this world!

People who believed in Eastern gods that did not exist!

But they had always believed that gods existed in the East!

Even as they were gradually consumed by Western faith power.

Even as they slowly began to forget. Yet these thirty million descendants of Yan and Huang had always preserved the conviction in their hearts!

Born Yanhuang!

How could they change their faith?

A thousand years of repression finally erupted at this moment!

The thirty million descendants of Yan and Huang roared at the top of their lungs, "Who says the East has no gods!"

"Who says the East has no gods!"

"Who says the East—"

Roar after roar, they cried out at the top of their lungs.

Freely releasing a thousand years of repression!

As the thirty million descendants of Yan and Huang roared,

the Western gods—

God King Odin stared blankly. Zeus of the Sacred Domain stared blankly. King Arthur stared blankly.