All Things Are Equal

Whoosh~!

He stomped hard on the ground with both legs. A flash of cyan light appeared, and he suddenly split into several hundred identical Trists.

Rumble~!

Wind Element, Clone Technique Mystery.

Among the Elemental Laws, both the Light Law and the Law of Darkness had Mysteries similar to phantom clones.

But if one truly compared them, clone techniques still belonged to the Wind Element.

The Light Law and Law of Darkness only produced shadows.

But the Wind Element was different!

If one fused several Wind Element Law Mysteries and created an ultimate technique centered around the Clone Technique Mystery, Wind Element Clones could almost pass for the real thing.

Some powerful experts could even make their clones possess combat power.

Not the kind where the true body jumped between clones—

They genuinely possessed combat power!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~!

Several hundred Trists rushed into the valley almost simultaneously.

With a sharp cry, he moved as fast as lightning. The power in his legs seemed capable of shattering the earth.

Every one of Trist's clones radiated cyan light.

This was Wind Element High-level God Power.

His true body continuously jumped among the several hundred clones. This was the wonder of the Wind Element Clone Technique Mystery, and only the Laws of the Wind Element could achieve it.

Crack, crack, crack~!

The instant he charged into the valley, Trist was utterly dumbfounded.

"Ah? Where is this?"

His several hundred clones nearly instantly collapsed, turning into divine power and dissipating.

Rumble~! Nearly a hundred Purple Crystal Monsters resembling male lions charged in right after him.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang~!

Every Purple Crystal Monster's knees went weak, and they fell to their knees.

But due to inertia, the Purple Crystal Monsters slid forward on their knees, carving deep furrows into the blackish-red rocky ground.

Thud~!

A Bald Child atop the largest Purple Crystal Monster's head fell down as well.

"Peh, peh, peh~!"

The Bald Child landed face-first.

Boom~!

The purple radiance originally swirling around his body spread outward, forming a hundred-meter-wide purple domain.

The terrifying gravity was instantly neutralized, and the Bald Child rose into the air again.

"Good, good, good~!"

"You're very good~!"

His voice was crisp and pleasant, yet it now carried a furious edge.

"What's your name? Perhaps I can let you die quickly!"

He glared with wide eyes.

Faint purple light shot from his round pupils.

"That's Leis Jing, right? He looks so young now?"

Hermes stood before a large Purple Crystal Grotto. Whenever purple crystals erupted, he immediately seized them by force.

Perhaps the crystals emerged at different initial speeds.

In any case, even with Mist Shadow Heavy enhancing the gravity, the purple crystals still flew at extremely high speeds.

Fortunately, such speed could no longer shake Hermes.

All he had to do was keep swatting out his huge hand like a flyswatter, aiming at the clusters of purple crystals and grabbing them.

Bamer merely watched. He had long since gone numb.

I originally wanted to see whether Leis Jing had some old man around, but he's already been born. Looks like he has no father!

Hermes did not take the threatening look in Leis Jing's eyes seriously.

Because Hermes could beat the other party until he called him daddy whenever he wanted.

At this moment, Leis Jing was under house arrest by the Purple Thorn Sovereign God in the Purple Crystal Mountain Range.

Unless he reached Commander-level strength, there was no way he would be allowed out.

"What does the Purple Thorn Sovereign God mean by this, sending her son to me for a beating?"

He had suspected it in his previous life.

Perhaps Leis Jing had no so-called father at all. Perhaps he was simply a divine beast created by the Purple Thorn Sovereign God using her true form or the environment of the Purple Crystal Mountain Range.

In terms of talent, Leis Jing was probably inferior to the Purple Thorn Sovereign God.

The 'Purple Crystal Barrier' and Purple Crystal Space were powerful, but they did not make him a Super Divine Beast.

During the chaotic era when Sovereign Sparks descended, the Purple Thorn Sovereign God had obtained a Destroying Middle Sovereign Spark. It had not been mere luck—she also possessed absolute strength.

"Hey, big guy!"

His question had been ignored, and Leis Jing was getting a little angry.

"Boys, give this big guy a good beating."

He chose his words carefully. Although Purple Crystal Monsters could not comprehend Laws or Edicts to become gods, each possessed a formidable body unafraid of Material Attacks.

They also had extremely simple intelligence.

At the very least, they could perfectly understand and carry out Leis Jing's orders.

"Roar, roar, roar~!"

Within the Purple Crystal Space, the Purple Crystal Monsters scrambled to their feet, suddenly feeling like they could do it again.

"Thud, thud, thud~!"

They charged toward Hermes.

Purple Crystal Monsters were a race spawned by the special environment of the Purple Crystal Mountain Range. Perhaps they had been born as an inferior race beneath the Purple Crystal Divine Beast.

That was why they naturally obeyed Leis Jing, as well as the Purple Crystal Sovereign God, who had already become the Destruction Sovereign God.

It was not due to strength. Naturally, Purple Crystal Monsters lacked the ability to distinguish such things. It was simply instinctive obedience born of their bloodline.

Every Purple Crystal Monster possessed the strength of a High God. A few especially gifted ones even had the combat power of Five-star Demons, or could rival Seven-star Demons.

Fortunately, Purple Crystal Monsters could neither cultivate nor leave the Purple Crystal Mountain Range.

Otherwise, the endless and immortal Purple Crystal Monsters would absolutely have been a sharp blade beneath the Purple Thorn Sovereign God's command.

What Plane War?

What angels and fallen angels?

Before Purple Crystal Monsters that could continuously revive, they were all trash.

Humanoid weapons were simply not worth mentioning before Purple Crystal Monsters whose bodies rivaled High-grade Divine Artifacts.

The Twelve-winged Divine Angels of the Light God Realm were formidable. Each one possessed the combat power of a Seven-star Demon, but the conditions required to create a Twelve-winged Divine Angel were harsh.

Over a trillion years, the Light God Realm could only accumulate a single-digit number of Twelve-winged Divine Angels.

Only the passage of vast amounts of time could gradually build up their numbers.

Even then, after nine consecutive victories in a Plane War, they might all be wiped out in the tenth battle.

Then they would have to start accumulating them all over again.

"Rumble~!"

Under the despairing gaze of Trist, the Wind Element High God, more than a hundred Purple Crystal Monsters charged toward him.

"I'm finished~!"

His heart was filled with unwillingness.

But faced with such an utterly powerless situation, Trist felt that his millions of years of bitter cultivation had become completely meaningless.

"Ha ha ha~!"

"Useless! Useless!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang~!"

He pounded the ground in despair, causing the black-red rocky ground to crack apart continuously.

At the same time, Trist's fists began to turn into a bloody mess.

"To think that I came all the way from a Material Plane, rising step by step, only to die at the hands of a group of mindless beasts."

Although Purple Crystal Monsters obeyed Leis Jing's commands, strictly speaking, they truly had no intelligence.

Because in the Coiling Dragon World, all things were equal!

As long as one possessed intelligence, one could comprehend Laws and Edicts. Heaven and earth treated all beings equally when it came to becoming gods.

Even a Golden Mountain like Hermes could develop intelligence and become a god. Hell had even seen gaseous lifeforms become gods.

The Primordial Universe encompassed all things—and likewise embraced all things that became gods.

The gravity from the Purple Crystal Mountain Range, compounded with the terrifying gravity of Hermes's ultimate technique, Mist Shadow Heavy, left Trist unable even to stand.

Unable even to vent his complaints, he could only pound the rocky ground with his fists, utterly stifled and miserable.

"Bang~!"

Just as Trist had fallen into complete despair and was waiting to die, he suddenly heard an explosive boom like thunder.

Then—

A continuous series of blasts, like metal and stone shattering, erupted violently beside Trist's ears.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."