Free Web NovelThe sun hung high in the sky.
The two sides on the altar stood in confrontation, and the air solidified for a moment.
The townspeople were restless, looking at the two figures on the altar, not even daring to breathe loudly.
On one side was the Priest who had presided over sacrifices in the town for a long time, had accumulated prestige, and, relying on being the Wuling's spokesperson, no one dared to defy him.
And on the other side, their background seemed even more formidable!
First, these three appeared extraordinarily, descending by riding clouds and mist, and each of them possessed an extraordinary Aura, like Immortals.
And... slept for ten thousand years?
Not even a Dynasty was heard of to have a Legacy of ten thousand years; what an ancient period that must be, yet listening to the other party's tone, it was as light as if they were talking about taking a nap.
The more they thought about it, the more terrifying it became!
The townspeople were all poor commoners, still worrying about their livelihoods; they could not afford to offend either side and could only wait and see.
"Impersonating a deity, you seek death!"
The Fat Priest was so angry that smoke came out of his seven orifices, and that was all he could manage to say after a long time.
It was because the other party had a set of words that seemed much more professional than him...
He snorted coldly, deciding not to engage in a war of words with the other party any longer.
He bit the tip of his tongue, activated the Huanshen method, and sprayed a mouthful of blood from his tongue onto the bronze Wuling statue, causing the accumulated power of all living beings within it to surge, reviving the residual ancestral spirit within.
Immediately, a phantom was cast from the totem, and a lifelike Feilian materialized.
This was the ancestral spirit of the Feilian Clan, descending with the help of the power of all living beings, carrying a strong pressure, but it cost him a great deal to activate it alone.
Behind Li Mo, Ling Yuangou and Manbo exchanged glances, seemingly ready to act.
After all, the opponent was in the Guan Shen Realm of eight apertures, and had even used the power of all living beings.
They were not worried that Li Mo would be defeated, but rather that it would damage the 'Heavenly Venerate's' prestige.
"What is fake is fake, like a flower in a mirror, or the moon in the water."
Li Mo lowered his eyes, his expression completely calm:
"Are you using the Bloodline Power I once bestowed upon you to deal with me, the original one?"
Suddenly, his figure shifted, undergoing a transformation.
With a deer's head and a bird's body, surrounded by swirling clouds and mist, he was exceptionally divine, his Bloodline Power as pure as the great sun.
The Seventy-Two Transformations made him identical to a true Feilian.
The Fat Priest's eyes widened, as if he had seen the ancestral spirit in person, even more real than the one he had condensed with the power of all living beings!
After all, the essence of a totem was to manifest an ancestral spirit using the power of all living beings, achieving a 'lifelike' effect.
But this was merely a product condensed from Bloodline Power.
How could it attack its 'original form'?
So, without surprise.
With a plop, the ancestral spirit condensed from the power of all living beings dissipated.
"How about that?"
Li Mo calmly reverted to his human form.
The Fat Priest was sweating profusely, and seeing the wavering townspeople, he knew that his authority in their hearts had been shaken.
No matter how lifelike, it was ultimately not as good as a living 'deity' standing right before their eyes.
Impossible, absolutely impossible...
Every Disciple of the Huanshen Sect knew that as the dashang national luck dissipated, those beings who once served as deities could not exist in the world perfectly intact.
There was only one exception, and that was the Clan Chief of the Qingluan Clan.
And this young man, only in the Guan Shen Realm, how could he be a pure-blooded Feilian descending?
"A true divine Senior can summon wind, clouds, rain, and mist. Can you do that?"
The Fat Priest feigned composure.
"A mere triviality."
Li Mo's expression was calm as he snapped his fingers.
Someone, somewhere, sneezed.
Rumble—
Wu Qing, who was hidden, received the signal and had Shang Qinqing tickle her nose with a feather, causing her to sneeze heavily.
Thus, in the sky, clouds and mist swirled, covering everything.
Manbo, who had always been good friends with Wu Qing, acted in perfect tacit agreement, also using his Bloodline /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ Power.
Consequently, within the dark clouds, electric snakes danced wildly, and lightning crisscrossed!
Splash, splash—
Torrential rain immediately poured down unstoppably.
"How... could this be...?"
The Fat Priest was in disarray in the heavy rain.
Was this a commotion that someone in the Guan Shen Realm could create?
To be honest, let alone the villagers, even he himself was now wondering if the other party was the real deal.
Did he join a fake Huanshen Sect?
"No, what Myriad Aspects Immortal Sect, what Heavenly Venerate? You appeared from who knows where, I've never even heard of you!"
"The people of this land have been able to multiply and thrive until today entirely due to the divine grace and compassion of the Wuling Senior! What does that have to do with you!"
Li Mo narrowed his eyes. He could have killed the Fat Priest long ago, but this person's death was not regrettable enough; the most important thing was to establish the image of a Heavenly Venerate.
So, he looked at him with pity, as if looking at an ant:
"Mortal, a frog in a well."
"You are a Demon Summoning Cultists, aren't you?"
"??!!!"
The Fat Priest panicked instantly when his identity was revealed.
"However, since you have sincerely asked, this Venerate will be merciful and tell you a thing or two."
"The Myriad Aspects Immortal Sect is a branch of the Heavenly Court, which suppressed the heavens in ancient times. This Venerate swallowed the stars of the heavens into his belly, controlling the creation and destruction of a world, and creating all things."
"Your so-called Demon Summoning Sect is merely a recipient of a tiny fragment of the Heavenly Court's Legacy, yet you dare to show off in front of this Venerate. This is simply a rebellion against the heavens."
This was the Heavenly Venerate's plan!
To defeat magic with magic! To replace gods with gods!
The Fat Priest's body trembled, filled with disbelief.
However, he then thought of the other party's Realm, but before he could question it.
Seven Mystic Cores flew out from Li Mo's Dantian, operating in an abstruse trajectory, truly no different from stars!
The Fat Priest was dumbfounded, and even the bronze staff in his hand clattered to the ground.
What the other party said actually made sense.
It was even more terrifying and profound than what he had heard in the sect.
Li Mo saw the townspeople's gazes gradually turn to awe, and decided to deliver the final blow.
He looked into the distance, towards one of the three great mountains:
"Are the people of this place confined by the heavy mountains?"
"Immortal Senior, that is exactly the case."
The Old Town Chief stood in the rain, already 90% convinced of this Heavenly Venerate.
After all, he could effortlessly summon wind and rain, and even manifest a divine body identical to the totem.
Actions speak louder than words.
Most villagers were like the Old Town Chief, some even couldn't help but kneel down.
Li Mo's eyelids twitched, but he didn't dodge, sighing softly:
"Although you have been deceived, you are still sincerely devoted to me. Since that is the case..."
"I will make a small move."
He looked at the three great mountains, specifically the middle one, and commanded in a deep voice:
"Open!"
This sound was powerful and majestic.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Emmmm, nothing happened?
The townspeople looked at each other, wondering what the Heavenly Venerate was doing.
Li Mo: "..."
That Senior Guo, from the Giant Whale Clan, wouldn't... have fallen asleep again, would he?
This was the habit of the Giant Whale Clan; they had long lifespans and enormous bodies. Because they found it difficult to eat their fill, they often conserved energy by sleeping, and could fall asleep at any moment, sometimes being mistaken for islands by the Human Race.
Fortunately, Li Mo had made thorough preparations.
"This kid is really good at conning people, with a whole set of tricks..."
"If only the Demon Summoning Sect had learned from him, they wouldn't be this size today."
Shang Qinqing spat out two sunflower seed shells, her figure shuttling through the Void Realm towards Guo Chuan's location. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
She arrived in an instant.
Guo Chuan was indeed asleep, snoring beside a deep-sea heavy copper rope as thick as a bucket.
"Dumplings!"
"Huh?!"
Guo Chuan jolted awake, standing straight up.
