Volume Four: The Buddha Saves No One; Only I, the Devil, Shall Save Them - The Missile Flies, Blast Them to Hell (Part Two)

Black smoke rose from Divine Mountain, courtesy of Luo Qian's missile. But the damage it had done was nowhere near as great as it looked. Divine Mountain was the God King's stronghold, after all. To breach it from outside, even with missiles as powerful as Luo Qian's, would take hundreds, if not a thousand.

But like any solid fortress, it was easier to break from within. A missile exploding inside Divine Mountain might not destroy the temple, but it could at least char the Golden Fleece carpet from the southern Divine Realm and the white feathers of the God King's alluring mistress.

As Luo Qian had guessed, the Water Prison lay not far beneath the temple—very close indeed, just under the floorboards. Ordinarily, the floor concealed it. If His Majesty the God King took a sudden fancy to a bath for two, perhaps a little nude swimming with his lover, the floor would obligingly vanish. Put plainly, it was one enormous swimming pool.

The missile shattered the floor, and the force of the explosion made Divine Mountain tremble. An entire temple was destroyed, though His Majesty the God King emerged unscathed. His mistress was not so formidable: half her wings had been scorched black. Apart from that, everything on Divine Mountain carried on as usual.

Panic swept the Divine Realm. Word that the Demon Realm's army had "reached Divine Mountain" passed through the time-honored mill of hearsay and became "attacked Divine Mountain," then "taken Divine Mountain," and finally, in its ultimate form, "captured the God King." Never mind how many believed it. The stream of people fleeing the market below the mountain caused real panic across the Western Divine Realm. They lived closest to Divine Mountain, and even they were running...

No one knew the exodus had begun with one