Magic Defeats Magic, and Gods Replace Gods!

The sun was shining brightly.

The two sides faced off on the altar, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The townspeople were filled with unease, watching the two figures on the altar, not daring to even breathe loudly.

On Square was a High Priest who presided over the sacrifices in the town, whose power had been accumulating for a long time, and who, relying on being the spokesperson for the Witch Spirit, no one dared to disobey him.

On the other side, the background seems even more impressive!

First of all, these three made a very special entrance, descending from the clouds, and each of them had an extraordinary presence, like immortals.

And... slept for ten thousand years?

I've never heard of a dynasty lasting for ten thousand years. How ancient must that be? But the other person's tone was so nonchalant, as if they were just talking about taking a nap.

This is terrifying to think about!

The townspeople were all poor and struggling to make a living. They couldn't afford to offend either side, so they could only wait and see.

"Impersonating a god? You're asking for death!"

The fat High Priest was so angry he was practically fuming, and after a long while, he managed to utter this one sentence.

The other person's vocabulary was so fluent and sophisticated, they seemed much more professional than him...

He snorted coldly, deciding not to engage in any further verbal sparring.

He bit his tongue and used the method of summoning the gods, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the bronze Witch Spirit, causing the accumulated Power of All Living Beings within it to surge and revive the Ancestral Spirit that remained within.

Instantly, a phantom image was projected from the totem, and a lifelike Feilian appeared.

This is the Ancestral Spirit of the Feilian Clan, descending with the Power of All Living Beings, carrying a heavy aura. However, the cost of activating it alone is extremely high.

Behind Li Mo, Ling Yuangou and Manbo exchanged a glance, seemingly preparing to make a move.

After all, the opponent was at the level of the Eight Apertures of the Divine Observation Realm and had also used the Power of All Living Beings.

They weren't worried that Li Mo would be no match for him, but rather that it would ruin the image of 'Heavenly Venerable'.

"What's fake is fake, like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water."

Li Mo lowered his eyes, his expression completely calm.

"The power of your bloodline that was once bestowed upon me, you're now using it against me?"

Suddenly, his figure coiled up and changed.

With a deer's head and a bird's body, surrounded by swirling clouds and mist, it was incredibly mystical, and its bloodline power was as pure and potent as the sun.

The Seventy-Two Transformations that appeared were exactly the same as the real Feilian.

The fat High Priest's eyes widened, as if he were seeing the Ancestral Spirit right in front of him, even more real than the one he had conjured with the Power of All Living Beings!

After all, totems are essentially about using the Power of All Living Beings to manifest Ancestral Spirit, achieving a 'lifelike' effect.

But this is merely a product of the condensation of bloodline power.

How could it possibly attack its own 'true self'?

So, unsurprisingly.

With a soft "poof, "the Ancestral Spirit, formed from the combined Power of All Living Beings, vanished.

"How?"

Li Mo calmly returned to his human form.

The fat High Priest, drenched in sweat, glanced at the wavering townspeople and knew that his authority in their eyes had begun to crumble.

No matter how lifelike it is, it can never compare to a living 'god' standing right in front of you.

Impossible, absolutely impossible...

Every disciple of the Divine Cult knows that with the decline of the Great Shang Kingdom, those beings who were once gods cannot possibly remain intact in the world.

There was only one exception: the patriarch of the Green Phoenix Clan.

Moreover, this young man is only at the Divine Observation Realm; how could he possibly be a pure-blooded Feilian descended from heaven?

"A true deity can summon wind, clouds, rain, and mist; can you do that?"

The fat High Priest tried to remain calm.

"Just a minor trick."

Li Mo snapped his fingers indifferently.

Someone sneezed.

Rumble--

Upon receiving the signal, Wu Qing, who was hiding in the shadows, had Shang Qinqing tickle the tip of her nose with a feather, causing her to sneeze loudly.

As a result, clouds and mist gathered in the sky, and dark clouds covered the top.

Manbo and Wu Qing have always been best friends and have a great understanding of each other. Mambo also used her bloodline power.

And so, within the dark clouds, lightning bolts danced wildly, and thunder roared!

Splash--

The torrential rain began to fall uncontrollably in an instant.

"How... is this possible...?"

The fat High Priest was disheveled in the heavy rain.

Is this the kind of commotion that someone in the Divine Observation Realm could create?

To be honest, not only the villagers, but even he himself now doubts that the other party is the real one.

Had I joined a fake God Summoning Cult?

"No, what Myriad Phenomena Immortal Sect, what Heavenly Venerable? Where did you all come from? We've never even heard of you!"

"The people of this land have been able to thrive and multiply to this day entirely thanks to the divine grace and mercy of Lord Witch Spirit! What does it have to do with you!"

Li Mo squinted. He could have killed the fat High Priest long ago, but the man's death was not a pity. The most important thing was to establish the image of the Heavenly Venerable.

So his gaze turned to pity, as if he were looking at an ant:

"Ordinary people are like frogs in a well, only seeing the sky."

"You're Demon Summoning Cult, aren't you?"

"??!!!"

The fat High Priest panicked when his identity was revealed in one breath.

"However, since you have asked so sincerely, I will mercifully answer your question."

"The Myriad Phenomena Immortal Sect is a branch of the Heavenly Court. In the primordial era, it suppressed the Zhou Tian (Heavenly Realm). Its main body swallowed the stars of the Zhou Tian into its belly, and controlled the birth and death of Square world, creating all things."

"Your so-called Demon Summoning Cult has only obtained a small fragment of the Heavenly Court's inheritance, yet you dare to flaunt it before me. You are simply going against the Heavenly Gang."

This is the Heavenly Venerable's plan!

Use magic to defeat magic! Let gods replace gods!

The fat High Priest shuddered, his body filled with disbelief.

However, he then thought of the other party's level of attainment, but before he could question it...

Seven Profound Pill flew out from Li Mo's Dantian, moving in mysterious trajectories, truly no different from the stars!

The fat High Priest was stunned, and even the bronze staff in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

The other party's statement was surprisingly self-consistent.

It was even more terrifying and profound than what he had heard in the teachings.

Seeing that the townspeople's gazes towards him were gradually filled with awe, Li Mo decided to make the final decision.

He gazed into the distance, his eyes landing on one of the three great mountains:

Are the people here trapped by these mountains?

"My lord, that is indeed the case."

Standing in the rain, the old town mayor was already 90% convinced of the Heavenly Venerable.

After all, they can easily summon wind and rain, and manifest a divine form that is identical to a totem.

Facts speak louder than words.

Most villagers, like the old town mayor, some even knelt down.

Li Mo's eyelids twitched, but he didn't flinch, and sighed softly:

"Although you have been deceived, you have still sincerely believed in me. Therefore..."

"I'll make a small move then."

He looked at the three mountains, especially the one in the middle, and said in a deep voice:

"Open!"

This sound was powerful and majestic.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Hmmmm, nothing happened?

The townspeople looked at each other, wondering what the Heavenly Venerable was up to.

Li Mo: "..."

Could that senior Guo from the Giant Whale Clan... have fallen asleep again?

Such is the nature of the Giant Whale Clan. They have long lifespans and enormous sizes. Because they are not easily satiated, they often conserve energy by sleeping. They may fall asleep at the drop of a hat, and are sometimes used as islands by humans.

Fortunately, Li Mo had already made thorough preparations.

"This kid's got a real knack for conning people..."

"If the Demon Summoning Cult Sect had just learned from him, it wouldn't be this large today."

Shang Qinqing spat out two melon seed shells, her figure traversing through the void, heading towards the direction where Guo Chuan was.

She arrived in an instant.

Guo Chuan was indeed asleep, lying next to a Deep Sea Heavy Copper Rope as thick as a water bucket, snoring away.

"Time to eat dumplings!!"

"Um?!"

Guo Chuan jumped up and stood straight at attention.