Chapter 107: First Slay the Evil God, Then Destroy the Ancient God

Time flowed slowly, the bait Gu Lin Tian had released created ripples in the invisible net of laws within the Twilight Divine Realm.

Tens of millions of li beyond the White Bone Wasteland lies a deep expanse of rotting forest sea formed from black mire and rotting giant trees.

This is the territory of the Lord of the Rotting Mire, one of the Thirty-Six Evil Gods.

At the heart of the forest sea, a massive mountain built from countless twisted corpses and sludge rises from the ground.

Its surface is covered with dense, eyeball-like strange fungi.

Inside the mountain lies an enormous cavern.

In the cavern's center, a huge mound of rotting flesh the size of a small hill writhes rhythmically.

The mass is covered with countless mouths and tentacles, each mouth uttering incoherent mutterings.

Each tentacle entwines a human or non-human corpse slowly being digested.

This is the Lord of the Rotting Mire.

A powerful evil god who has lived nearly a million years, its strength reaching the peak of the 18th Realm's supreme apex.

At this moment, the evil god is immersed in the satisfaction of digesting food and absorbing believers' wish power.

Suddenly.

On that huge mass of rotting flesh, all the writhing mouths and tentacles suddenly stiffened.

Immediately after, thousands of cloudy eyes hidden in the flesh folds opened simultaneously, all staring in the direction of the White Bone Wasteland.

"This... this is..."

"How pure... how delicious the aura..."

"It is an Ancient God's Divinity! One... never before seen Ancient God's Divinity!"

Inside the cavern, thousands of voices sounded at once, filled with greed and longing.

The Lord of the Rotting Mire could clearly sense that in that distant direction, an allure that made its very soul tremble was continuously emanating.

That aura surpassed every divinity it knew of.

It was even purer and stronger than the Ancient God's Divinity it had dreamed of!

"What damn luck did that old Withered Bone have?"

"No... this aura does not belong to Withered Bone, nor to any Ancient God."

The Lord of the Rotting Mire's chaotic thoughts began to race under the immense temptation.

Opportunity!

This is a tremendous opportunity!

As long as it can obtain that divinity, devour and digest it.

It is fully confident it can break its shackles and in one leap enter the Realm of the Ancient Gods!

By then, it will no longer need to heed the expressions of the Ancient Gods under Lord Withered Bone; it can possess its own divine realm and become one of the true rulers of this world!

Greed ultimately overcame caution.

Boom!!!

The enormous corpse mountain exploded, the rotting flesh monster shot into the sky, kicking up a sky‑wide stench of mire and rotting corpse chunks, forming a black shadow that blotted out the sky, and at top speed it lunged madly toward the White Bone Wasteland.

It didn't even inform any of its subordinates, intending to monopolize this tremendous fortune for itself!

……

White Bone Wasteland, in the void.

Gu Yuan yawned boredly; he had been waiting here for several days.

"Dad, is your bait too strong? You scared the fish away!"

He muttered quietly.

Gu Lin Tian closed his eyes, his expression unchanged, only the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

"Here it comes."

As his words fell.

On the distant horizon, a massive black cloud was advancing at a visible speed.

Within that black cloud, a huge, evil, chaotic aura.

Unleashed without restraint, it made the entire White Bone Wasteland tremble slightly.

"Whoa, what a huge lump!"

Gu Yuan stared wide‑eyed at the rapidly approaching mass of rotting flesh,

"Dad, is this the big fish you mentioned? It's… too… weird."

This thing completely overturned his conception of gods.

It was hideously shocking.

"Peak of the 18th Realm, not bad strength."

Gu Lin Tian gave a bland comment, his tone showing no ripple, as if speaking of a slightly stronger ant.

The Lord of the Rotting Mire quickly reached the spot where the bait lay.

Its thousands of eyes greedily scanned the surroundings, quickly locking onto the divinity buried deep underground.

"Mine! It's mine!"

It let out an excited roar, countless tentacles like drills viciously piercing the earth to dig up that divinity exuding a tempting aura, together with a large chunk of soil.

It impatiently opened ten thousand huge mouths, about to swallow that divinity into its belly.

However, just then.

It suddenly sensed something amiss.

The surroundings… were too quiet.

It was quiet, somewhat eerie.

Its chaotic mind finally realized, belatedly, that it seemed to have fallen into a trap.

Why have no other evil gods, or even ancient gods, come to contend with me for so long?

This thing would be greatly beneficial even to the Seven Great Ancient Gods!

Who?!

Who is scheming against the great Lord of the Rotting Mire?!

It let out a terrified roar, its vast divine sense spreading like a tide in all directions, seeking to uncover the enemy hidden in the dark.

Just then, a warm yet dignified voice sounded above its head.

All right, be quiet now.

The Lord of the Rotting Mire jerked its head up.

Above the Nine Heavens, at some unknown time, a figure appeared.

Clad in white, handsome and graceful, he stood there; though he emitted no aura, he gave the impression of facing the entire heaven and earth.

An absolute suppression stemming from the level of life made its massive body begin to tremble uncontrollably.

Ancient, Ancient God-level?!

In the Lord of the Rotting Mire's thousands of eyes, endless fear shone simultaneously.

It finally realized that humanity had actually produced an Ancient God!

He was fishing for me!

Nightmare Realm!

At the brink of life and death, the Lord of the Rotting Mire unleashed all its potential.

Its massive flesh began to rapidly melt, turning into an boundless dreamscape, seeking to drag this world—and that terrifying Ancient God—into the nightmare it had created.

This was its innate divine ability, and also its strongest means of self-preservation.

Once dragged into the Nightmare Realm, even an Ancient God would need some effort to escape.

However, faced with a dream capable of devouring heaven and earth,

Another figure stepped out of the void.

That was Gu Linjiang.

Summoned back specially by Gu Lin Tian.

He wanted to fish, so of course he couldn't act himself.

Gu Linjiang watched the rapidly spreading nightmare, merely shaking his head in disdain.

"Trivial tricks, dare to show off before an expert?"

He didn't even use his own Heavenly Emperor's Dao Fruit.

He simply raised his hand, aimed downward, and lightly slapped down.

Hum—

A palm formed purely from the Five Elements Law, a hundred times larger than the one that had suppressed White Bone City before, materialized out of thin air.

On the divine palm, the Five Elements cycled, birth and death endless, as if it formed its own world.

That nightmare realm, enough to give even an Ancient God a headache,

the moment it touched the Five-Colored Divine Palm, it was slapped directly into destruction.

No——!!!

The Lord of the Rotting Mire let out a cry of utter despair.

It watched helplessly as the unstoppable giant palm pierced its nightmare and pressed down upon the source of its soul.

Pfft!

A soft sound.

That hill‑sized lump of rotting flesh, together with its powerful soul, was erased from this world.

All that remained was a fist‑sized pitch‑black orb, within which countless wronged spirits seemed to roar, exuding a rich supreme aura… a complete divinity.

Gu Linjiang gestured, and the evil god's divinity fell into his hand.

He sensed it carefully, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.

"Immortal Lord, the law fragments and divine substance contained in this divinity are extremely pure; even for a Heavenly Emperor they would be of considerable benefit."

He respectfully presented the divinity to Gu Lin Tian.

Gu Lin Tian received the divinity, felt it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Without considering accumulation, seven evil god divinities would allow a Heavenly Emperor at the early stage to step into the later stage."

"If all thirty‑six evil gods were slain…"

Gu Lin Tian's eyes flickered.

"That would give the family five experts who have reached the later stage of Heavenly Emperor!"

"Of course, this is theory."

"Taking into account energy accumulation, it usually won't go so smoothly."

"But don't forget, besides evil god divinities, there are… the Seven Great Ancient Gods' divinities!"

"Looks like this trip wasn't in vain."

He swept his gaze over the distance.

There, several strong auras were being drawn by the commotion here, rushing over at high speed.

"Since the school of fish has already been startled,"

Gu Lin Tian casually tossed the evil god's divinity to Gu Yuan.

Sound Transmission Mystic Strategy, formation deployed and returned, we too should start the true... hunt.

The goal is simple: first slay the evil gods, then destroy the ancient gods; only our Gu Family shall be crowned king of all heavens.