War of the Gods

"Save Xuezhou first, he's in trouble!"

In the center of the shrine, Ren Anran stood blankly until the elders collapsed and the god Tu'er withdrew the spell, only then did Ren Anran snap out of his daze.

A quick glance upwards made it clear that Zhang Xuezhou was not behaving normally.

"He blasphemed the gods and should be punished by them!"

As Ren Anran awoke, Turcolando also regained consciousness from the intense pain and loss of control over his body.

Her gaze toward the statue of the god Tuor was a mixture of reverence, awe, and fear, and she looked at the stone axe with lingering trepidation.

Mortals cannot fathom the thoughts of gods, and Turkorando is no exception, faced with the capricious and unpredictable nature of the god Turkor.

But she knew very well that her abilities had not dissipated and that she was still alive, which must be related to the young man in the palm of the statue.

The opponent's approach to the stone axe clearly disrupted the divine magic of the god Tu'er, which led to the god Tu'er's angry targeting.

"Help! Quick!"

Ren Anran spoke in a short, abrupt voice.

She struggled to move her body, which was difficult to move, and kept trying to revitalize it.

"This is God's will, God..."

"Forget about Turcolando, she's still the same as always, she hasn't changed at all!"

Shrinking within the Soul Jade, Ren Yisheng looked at this woman who was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper decades ago, and felt that she was still a blank sheet of paper now, completely lacking in human emotions.

"Smash that stone axe down! I refuse to believe that breaking this rotten rock will stop that god Tu'er from causing trouble!"

Ren Yisheng shouted.

His voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet it reached Ren Anran's ears clearly.

In Ren Anran's plan, as long as she could barely stay conscious, she would have the opportunity to take as many Soul Jade as she wanted for Ren Yisheng after obtaining an important position in the Tuer tribe.

But Turcolando's strange behavior changed everything.

Turkalando and Zhang Xuezhou's intrusion into the shrine led to a series of changes.

The eight elders are now lying on the ground under anesthesia, and Turcolando is weak all over, with his abilities greatly reduced.

Turkalando's condition was not optimistic, as Ren Anran was unable to move.

She observed everyone's appearance before finally focusing her gaze on the Soul Jade.

"Dad, you go!"

"I?"

Upon hearing Ren Anran's arrangement, Ren Yisheng was startled awake from his deathbed and had no choice but to steel himself and reassemble his body.

A wisp of white smoke burst out from the Soul Jade, Ren Yisheng Yisheng's gray body was instantly enveloped in it.

Ren Yisheng appear very small.

But this change made Turcolando's eyes widen in surprise.

"God?"

She gazed at the blurry figure floating in front of Ren Anran, then looked at the stone axe held by the tall statue.

Clearly, in the understanding of the Tuer tribe, anything that transmits sound through the Soul Jade belongs to a deity, and anything that emerges from the Soul Jade and manifests a form is a deity among deities.

"Destroy him!"

Ren Yisheng shouted loudly, and his small, ethereal body floated upwards.

His body flew into the palm of the statue, and just as he was about to try to push the stone axe to the ground, he felt an extremely mixed Spiritual Qi erupt around his body, with all kinds of Spiritual Qi emerging from the many soul jades.

These Spiritual Qi vary in size and temperature, from cool and shady to cold and hot, bringing nearly a hundred different sensations.

Ren Yisheng took a deep breath of Spiritual Qi and felt his body become much more solid, no longer as weak as when he was casting spells and barely clinging to life.

His guess was indeed correct; a special form like his did indeed need to constantly replenish the Spiritual Qi within the Soul Jade in order to maintain his life and power.

This method of prolonging his life was undoubtedly terrible, but it was the only option he could find at the moment.

"This god Tu'er is very likely a continuation of the same form!"

After thinking it through, Ren Yisheng began to struggle to move the stone axe. When he could no longer move it, he turned his attention to the Soul Jade.

"I have no physical strength!"

Not only was the stone axe difficult to move, but the weight of the Soul Jade also left Ren Yisheng helpless.

Perhaps his physical structure was too weak, making it difficult for his appearance to be normal, or perhaps this life form lacked physical power, possessing only spiritual and Technique Method abilities.

The Supreme Purity True Technique was clearly not very useful, but lacking a physical body, Ren Yisheng was also unable to unleash the Dragon Elephant Combat Technique.

"Quickly, one of you needs to come up here. I can't move the stone axe and the soul jade!"

Although people have flown up, there's not much Ren Yisheng can do.

At this moment, all he could do was absorb all kinds of Spiritual Qi, trying to solidify his body and see if any changes might occur.

This change is clearly for the better; at least Ren Yisheng feels his voice has become much louder.

His words even greatly encouraged Turcorando.

Regardless of whether it is the god Tu'er or any other god, to Tu'er Kelando, this is the will of the god. As long as the Soul Jade belongs to their Tu'er tribe, it is the god of the Tu'er tribe.

We should follow God's words and do what God tells us.

A surge of power welled up within her, and she picked up her sacrificial staff and threw it forcefully at the stone axe.

A sense of impact and shaking came, and the Soul Jade placed around the Stone Axe fell like scattered pebbles.

Ren Yisheng felt a violent aura engulf his body, and a drop of blood pierced through his body and fell down.

This made him raise his head.

To Ren Yisheng, who is only three inches tall, Zhang Xuezhou, viewed from below, is undoubtedly a giant.

What he saw was that the giant's eyes were dripping blood, and its forehead was throbbing back and forth as if it were filled with air.

It was as if some foreign object was hidden in the center of his forehead, trying to escape.

Perhaps it was not yet fully developed, or perhaps it was difficult to separate from the body, this foreign object darted around, causing Zhang Xuezhou's head to bleed continuously.

"It must be Hongku!"

Ren Yisheng was terrified.

He recalled Zhang Xuezhou mentioning that they might meet soon, and Ren Yisheng couldn't help but exclaim.

Ren Yisheng felt as if this was a case of misfortunes never coming singly, as both Tuershen and Hongku had run into Zhang Xuezhou at the same time.

"An Ran, hurry, hurry, Xuezhou is dying! His body is suffering a backlash from Hongku!"

The skin in the center of his forehead gradually tore open, revealing a black core.

Countless tentacle-like threads tightly wrapped around the flesh and blood on the black core. Originally intended to bind and invade, these tentacle-like threads instead became a confinement, constantly pulling and making it difficult for the black core to escape.

Ren Yisheng stared at the black core, feeling his mind instantly drift into a daze.

He seemed to hear the frantic quacking of ducks, the frenzied roar of a prehistoric beast, and a deafening sound like the creation of the world.

"Who are you, daring to start a war with me without even responding?"

"So that's how it is. Your divine kingdom has also shattered!"

"You want to devour me to prolong your survival?"

"Then it's a fight to the death!"

Amidst the frenzied roar, Ren Yisheng witnessed a giant axe splitting the heavens and earth, cleaving the entire sky, piercing through the deep darkness to reveal the shrine in reality.