Chapter 1750: The God Named Master of Rain

The four household gods and the Land God of Kaoshan Village responded in an instant!

Almost the very moment this Tyrannosaurus appeared, these five gods manifested, blocking its path; the gods' rule reached down to the lowest, most peripheral levels, chilling to the bone.

"You vile beast, do you know your crime?"

The Land God was a fresh-red peach tree with the head of a kindly old grandmother, who said gently: "I know you are a good child, merely bewitched by demons and monsters. Turn back from the wrong path — it is not too late even now."

"Think of your dead parents. If you do not accumulate merit for them, how will they be reborn as humans in the next life?"

"If your parents are reborn as beasts in the next life, could you bear it?"

Her voice carried a thick, bewitching tone, coaxing and guiding, urging one toward goodness, toward the gods.

Transmitting devout divine souls upward was the Top Priority in her Dao Court assessment; if she failed the assessment three times, she would lose her Land God position and fall to become a wandering ghost, a wild beast of the hills.

"Bah!"

"What reincarnation? It's all a scam!"

The Tyrannosaurus roared — to the villagers' ears a chaotic bellow, but to these gods' ears clear speech: "The Six Paths of Reincarnation are administered by our human race. What qualification do you demons and monsters have to speak of reincarnation?"

"What ability do you have to control reincarnation?"

"Hahahaha!"

"What a colossal joke!"

The Tyrannosaurus roared with endless mockery, as though it had heard something utterly ridiculous.

For an instant, all fell silent.

The Well God let out a cold, sinister laugh.

Lord Field and Lady Field were two mouse-headed, human-bodied gods, faces full of killing intent.

"It seems,"

"you learned quite a lot from your inheritance — no longer the foolish boy."

The kindly look vanished from the Peach Blossom Land God's face as she said coldly.

Whoosh!

From the earth, fresh-red peach-tree roots burst from the soil, their tips sharp as blades, stabbing toward the blood-spitting Tyrannosaurus, surrounding it completely, leaving no chance of survival.

"Kill!"

The Black-Armor Iron-Spear Divine General and the Black-Armor Iron-Mace Divine General swung their weapons down once more, every strike imbued with divine power, terrifying in might.

"Hehehe…"

Lord Field and Lady Field, with human heads and mouse bodies, laughed darkly as they summoned fierce ghosts to pounce and kill.

The Well God, with a human head and catfish body, waved its hand to send out several water tornadoes, attacking the thin young man on the ground who had only just grasped power.

In an instant, every god of Kaoshan Village struck at once, no longer attempting persuasion, cooperating in perfect harmony.

Against such power, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would find it thorny, let alone a mere youth who had only just grasped power, who knew no spells, who practiced no Gong Fa.

The outcome was already decided.

……

Tu

San Yi had already fled back home, hiding indoors in terror and unease.

Outside, rumbling sounds never ceased; something shattered and then knit back together, making him all the more terrified, yet he could think of no way out.

"You demons and monsters!"

"One day, our human race will surely…"

From far away came a roar that even briefly tore through the distortion of the incense-fire net — no longer the Tyrannosaurus's bellow, but a human voice, and Yu Yong's voice at that.

Then, the voice vanished.

Tu Ying San Yi mustered his courage to look outside.

A figure that was Tyrannosaurus yet also seemed human had a golden horn sprout from its head, piercing straight through the Peach Blossom Land God's skull, tearing apart the bodies of the two Door Gods, crushing the horse-headed Stove God in its grip, while Lord Field and Lady Field, with human heads and mouse bodies, shrieked in terror and fled wildly, their divine might gone.

This Tyrannosaurus had defeated every god!

The beast shouldered Zhou Xiaocui and her brothers, and swiftly fled the area.

"Demons…"

"Demons killed the gods…"

Tu Ying San Yi's lips trembled.

This scene struck him with an immense impact, planting a tiny seed deep in his heart.

So… gods can die too?

The incense-fire net of this mountain village showed a brief gap, a breach.

Deep within his soul, a gaze watched in silence.

"A breakthrough in the midst of battle?"

"Such a coincidence — it really does look the part."

Jiang Ding thought calmly: "A breakthrough in the midst of battle requires deep potential accumulated long in advance — a sudden release after long buildup. A cultivator who has only just restored a complete divine soul — where would such deep accumulation come from?"

"Another coincidence wrought by the Human Race's Heaven's Dao?"

The various scenes of the Human Race's Heaven's Dao flashed and vanished.

No.

This person was not human.

It possessed a human form, appearing to be a miracle — but it was not. Its inner driving force was not a miracle granted by the Human Race's Heaven's Dao, but something else entirely; coincidence had shaped it to resemble such a miracle.

It was a god.

It was a god's reincarnated body.

"Look,"

"this is the little trinket I need."

Jiang Ding revealed a smile: "A reincarnated body of a divine being, and a reincarnated body of a Heaven-Human rank divine being at that, appearing before me just like that — this is the working of cause and effect."

"What a marvelous coincidence."

A divine being's reincarnated body.

The immortal sect now possessed the inheritance of the Upper Realm Heaven-Fall Emperor Lord's Court, so it was not entirely ignorant of Great Thousand World-class divine beings.

A divine being had to maintain its self, had to keep splitting its soul to reincarnate, to keep growing, so as to possess the emotions of living beings, rather than being a mere construct of incense faith.

Construct.

Constructs of incense faith were indeed powerful, but that power was the shape imagined in the hearts of the faithful — whether they were living beings at all was debatable.

And divine beings were not joyless, emotionless dead objects, nor the embodiment of the rules of heaven and earth; they were living beings, with selfish desires, with selves.

To maintain this personal emotion, a divine being's split soul had to keep reincarnating, to draw upon human nature, rather than being completely assimilated by the power of incense faith into a dead object.

By relying on such means, these divine beings had lived for several times the conventional lifespan of a Supreme.

But there was still a limit. A divine being would not die, but the self within the divine being would die, would be completely assimilated by the power of incense faith. Such a divine being that had lost its self had a very high chance of self-destructing, perishing, or dissolving into heaven and earth.

Because without even a self, how could there be life and death?

At this time, a new self would be born from within the divine being — this was the second-generation god.

A divine being's reincarnated body was something so important to a god.

It was also the divine being's most vulnerable moment.

Just now, a wisp of Great Sun Immortal-Mortal Sword Soul sword intent had already carried a seed of the Six Paths of Reincarnation into the divine soul of that reincarnated body named Yu Yong, beginning to slowly influence this fragile divine being's reincarnated body.

Once the time was ripe, when this reincarnated body returned to the true god's main body, the Great Sun Immortal-Mortal Sword Soul sword intent would form a brand, summoning the true Great Sun Sword Master's sword soul to descend.

Thereby, seizing everything from the very core of this Heaven-Human rank god!

"How truly anticipated, the divine being named Master of Rain."

Jiang Ding murmured: "A mere Mao Shen, only at the Heaven-Human rank, and you dare to usurp a title like Master of Rain — the same kind of nonsensical thing as the reincarnation in your teachings?"

"Such a madman should pay the price he deserves."

Time would slowly ferment along with his will, and all things would move toward the proper course.