Evil God from Home

After chanting the divine name, Viscount Orson brought out a statue.

It was palm-sized and covered by a thin white veil. Its humanoid standing form could vaguely be made out, but its facial features remained obscured.

Placed before the enormous three-legged iron furnace, it appeared incomparably tiny and delicate.

"Star Spirit, Endtime, Law—clearly not an immortal-path deity!"

In the immortal cultivation system, a long divine name did not necessarily mean great power, but it absolutely meant terrifyingly high status.

For example: the Supreme Jade Emperor, True Lord of the Golden Tower of Vast Heaven, Naturally Marvelous and All-Possessing, Supreme Sovereign of the Maitreya Truth.

If he had not known they were summoning an evil god from another realm, just hearing that intimidating string of names would have made Yin Ming turn and run without looking back.

"Sacrifice! Only blood can demonstrate the sincerity I offer to the god."

Viscount Orson waved a hand.

Two serfs had burlap sacks pulled over their heads and were forced to kneel on either side of the statue.

The offerings understood the miserable fate awaiting them, and their bodies trembled beyond their control.

The knight wore an indifferent expression. With a lift of his blade and a single slash, two heads rolled away like balls.

Blood erupted like a fountain, dyeing the white veil covering the statue crimson.

"Supernatural power truly intoxicated people. Even with the end of the Dharma era approaching in my previous life, there had still been madmen who refined pills from human beings."

Blood slowly flowed down the steps of the altar.

Yin Ming stood among the offerings in the first row and could even feel the warmth of the blood.

As fellow serf offerings, there was no room for pity or mercy.

He merely gained a clear understanding that this was a bloody, cruel supernatural world where the strong preyed upon the weak.

"Mahaye Nuo Xie... I respectfully invite the Void Water-Star Spirit Commander, the Endtime Eater, the Crimson Warden of Law—to descend."

Everything was prepared. Only the final step remained before the evil god could be summoned.

Viscount Orson's voice trembled with excitement as he lifted the red veil, revealing a beast-headed, human-bodied statue. He chanted a secret incantation and performed three kneelings and nine kowtows before it.

The dark void suddenly began to tremble violently as a vast will locked onto the statue and descended.

"Lowly humans cannot gaze directly upon a god. If you do not wish to die, kneel and lower your heads at once."

"..."

Outside the town of Mountain Territory.

Three streaks of rainbow light landed and turned into three people: a young man, a woman, and an old man.

Terrifying biological radiation radiated from their bodies.

Within a hundred-meter radius, snakes, insects, rats, and ants rapidly decayed and died. A few bugs underwent inexplicable mutations, growing several times larger, their appearances becoming savage and twisted as they slaughtered one another without a shred of reason.

The only woman among the three had a graceful figure, and her hair was a mass of blazing crimson flames.

She took out a silver wheel-shaped astrolabe, frowned slightly, and warned them in advance. "I need fifteen minutes to activate the Starfire Disk and seal the void. This is our last chance to hunt the evil god. If you start fighting among yourselves again, I will not accompany you."

To mortals, sealing the void meant absolute stillness.

Their hearts could not beat, their lungs could not breathe, and they would fall into shock and die within two minutes.

But in the eyes of high-ranking Sixth-Ring Lifeforms, mortals who had not stepped onto the supernatural path were no different from insects mutated by life radiation.

"First, we join forces and kill the evil god. As for the godhood, we each rely on our own methods." The young man beside her had a face as pale as a corpse, with pale eyes that lacked pupils. He nodded gloomily.

"No problem! Ouroboros is simply too powerful and too vicious. As long as he lives, I cannot rest easy." The old man was shrouded in a black robe, with black scales densely covering half his face. His smile was somewhat awkward.

Of the four members of the god-hunting team, only three remained. The dead "Ouroboros" had been set up and killed by the old man.

Such infighting generally did not occur before hunting a god, not because their moral standards were particularly high.

It was because even the weakest god possessed strength far surpassing that of a Sixth-Ring demigod wizard.

However, this evil god was somewhat unusual—unusually weak.

It could not replenish its magic power through conventional means, and even its use of witchcraft was restricted by the laws of heaven and earth.

"..."

It descended!

Had they truly summoned an evil god?

Everyone held their breath. Every muscle in their bodies instinctively tensed, and every hair stood on end. They felt as though an enormous pair of eyes in the void was looking down upon them.

Yin Ming's senses were sharper than those of mortals. He felt the evil god's vast spiritual power, no weaker than that of a corpse-liberated immortal. It was like mountains, like an ocean—absolutely not spiritual power that a lifeform should possess.

At once, his Primordial Spirit left his body, leaving behind an empty shell without a soul. He controlled the Jade Gourd and was about to flee when he suddenly heard an angry curse.

"Pah! Pah! Incense steeped in corpse oil—what idiot is trying to harm this commander?"

Once Yin Ming made a decision, he never hesitated in the slightest.

Yet that furious curse from the evil god struck him like lightning, making him stop in spite of himself.

Because the language used by the evil god was not the language of this world, but the ancient Huaxia language he knew best.

"Who is it? Mortals cannot look directly at gods, but I should not count as a mortal."

One glance. He would only turn back for one glance!

If anything seemed wrong, he would flee immediately. An immortal's resistance to an evil god had to be greater than a mortal's.

Yin Ming struggled for a moment before laboriously turning his neck to look behind him.

"..."

On the nine-tiered altar's divine table, the red veil covering the statue had been lifted.

It had a beast's head and a human body—or more precisely, a pig's head and a human body. Fat-headed and large-eared, it wore a dark blue monk's robe, its round belly exposed. Beneath its simple, lovable appearance lay an overbearing aura that scorned everything.

Yin Ming was far too familiar with this statue!

Anyone who had read Journey to the West could name it in a single breath.

But perhaps not. What if it was an evil god of the beastfolk race?

"Hoo..."

Yin Ming took a deep breath.

His gaze moved upward, fixing upon the enormous true body of the descending evil god.

It was seventy percent similar to the statue. It wore a golden-threaded beast-head chainmail battle armor and red lotus-silk cloud boots. Its vicious pig face exposed four tusks, while a Nine-Toothed Golden Rake forged from divine iron rested across its shoulder.

"Zhu Bajie."

Who?

How could anyone in this remote world know Old Pig's Dharma name?

Zhu Bajie snorted out a puff of black smoke.

Following the sound, he spotted a thumb-sized Jade Gourd floating nearby, carrying a Primordial Spirit.

He extended one finger and lightly tapped the void.

Space rippled like water. Everything around them turned into nothingness, leaving only the two of them facing each other in a pure white space.

This was the Primordial Spirit Space. Yin Ming took on the appearance he had possessed before becoming immortal in his previous life, while Zhu Bajie shed his pig-headed human form and became a burly general clad in dark black armor.

"Who are you? Not quite immortal, yet not not immortal? You possess only the fruit of immortality, without even a thread of magical power? How strange!" Zhu Bajie pulled Yin Ming's soul into his domain, his eyes gleaming as though they could see through the soul itself.

Meeting a fellow countryman.

And one who was a legendary mythological figure at that. Yin Ming's feelings were exceptionally complicated.

After all, in the original Journey to the West, Zhu Bajie had been a man-eating demon before converting to Buddhism. Yin Ming did not know whether being discovered at an evil god's blood sacrifice would get him silenced forever.

"A child without a mother has a long story to tell! I am a corpse-liberated immortal."

Yin Ming briefly explained his arduous path of ascension during the Dharma-Ending Age.

He meant to tell Zhu Bajie that he had not even touched the gates of the Immortal Realm, so there was no possibility of him reporting anything.

"Corpse liberation? Abandoning the physical form, sneaking into the Immortal Realm, and freeloading off the Heavenly Court's Immortal-Forging Pool to become immortal?"

"But you never ascended to the Immortal Realm, hahaha..." After hearing this, Zhu Bajie truly could not hold back his laughter. His merit points plummeted.

"You became immortal, yet you are no different from a mortal. At the peak of the immortal path, Hongjun is the ancestor; at the end of the immortal path, you are the foundation. You can be said to stand alongside Patriarch Hongjun in fame!"

"The Heavenly Court governs the myriad heavens and worlds. Once a lower realm enters the Dharma-Ending Age and it is determined that no more ascenders will appear, the Ascension Passage is closed. It seems... some immortal official neglected his duty!"

Neglected his duty!

Not necessarily.

Blue Star's spiritual energy had indeed completely dried up, and even ordinary magical artifacts had decayed and lost their effects.

Who could have imagined that an oddity like him would emerge during the Dharma-Ending Age? With no spiritual energy at all, he had still wanted to ascend.

Not only had he cultivated to the realm of a corpse-liberated immortal, he had even found a magical artifact nurtured by heaven and earth.

Sensing that Zhu Bajie bore no ill intent, Yin Ming no longer acted so restrained and directly asked, "By the way! Why are you enjoying blessings in the Immortal Realm instead of staying there? How did you end up in this world, and with such a fashionable honorific title?"