Chapter 157: Heaven-Splitting Great Spears, Thrust into the Earth (Celebrating the Book's First Alliance Leader

Not just the Jin Zita.

To the east of the Jin Zita, a magnificent four-tiered pyramid known as the Temple of the Warriors of Chichen Itza.

The divine statues worshipped within the temple, the feathered serpent sculptures, burst forth with divine radiance, transforming into several colossal pillars of light that shot skyward, piercing through the clouds and spreading them in circles, as if the pillars had stabbed straight through the heavens.

The divine light was dazzling, resplendently brilliant.

More magnificent than the great sun itself, even from ten kilometers, dozens of kilometers away, or across all of Mexico, one could see those sky-piercing pillars of light.

At the same time.

Across the entire land of Beimeizhou, in every country of Beimeizhou—the United States, Mexico, Canada, Panama, and so on—wherever ancient Indian ruins were involved, wherever artifacts of the ancient Indian divine culture remained, strange phenomena arose.

World-shaking changes, countless people in terror.

People looked up and saw, in the direction of those ancient ruins, a godlike brilliance, splitting the heavens and earth, piercing through the firmament, reaching straight into the cosmos.

"My God, what is that?!"

Outside Earth, aboard the American space station and the space stations of various nations, astronauts cried out one after another, having discovered the astonishing changes in Beimeizhou.

Their cries startled every astronaut on the stations.

The next moment.

"My God!!"

"What is that?! Earth—has Earth been pierced through?!"

"God, what am I seeing?!"

The astronauts cried out involuntarily, their faces aghast, rubbing their eyes hard, thinking they were seeing things.

The scene before them was too terrifying.

This was no longer a matter of being unprecedented, but something utterly shocking to the world.

At this moment, looking at Earth from the cosmos, that azure planet that nurtured over a billion humans, though still round, was no longer the same as before—colossal pillars of light surged skyward one after another.

The pillars of light were dazzling, overwhelmingly majestic.

Even standing in the cosmos looking at Earth, one could clearly see the sky-piercing pillars of light, perfectly distinct—the pillars shot straight out from Earth, piercing through the atmosphere and breaking into the universe.

The sight was terrifying enough to make gods and demons weep.

And in the astronauts' view, those sky-piercing pillars of light looked even more like enormous Heaven-Splitting Great Spears, thrust into the Earth, planted directly into the Beimeizhou plate—magnificent and overwhelming, their momentum swallowing the heavens, as if they would bore straight through the planet.

The astronauts were stunned, frightened to the point of their livers splitting.

Such terror could never be the work of human hands.

"What has happened to our country." The American astronaut saw clearly—the Heaven-Splitting Great Spear-like pillars of light emerged from the land of Beimeizhou, including American soil itself, and not a few of them.

Even the various nations' space stations were thrown into chaos, let alone the people on the ground at this moment.

Even just looking down at Earth from the cosmos, one felt the pillars of light were spectacular and grand; on the ground it was even more of a complete mess. Seeing the pillars of light up close as they shot skyward, everyone was scared silly. Rather than pillars of light, they were like towering divine Shenshan stretching between heaven and earth, rising from the ground, soaring so high they pierced into the cosmos, radiating divine brilliance.

Too colossal.

Beimeizhou, Mexico.

The people near the Jin Zita and other ancient ruins, gazing at the pillars of light more magnificent than Higashio Dashan, hearing the faint divine sounds echoing from within the pillars, felt both awe and unease in their hearts.

Mexico was also a country rich in divine culture; most of the older generation had acts of faith toward the feathered serpent god and other deities.

And now, with the astonishing changes at Mexico's various ancient ruins, these elders all prostrated themselves on the ground, piously calling out from their mouths.

"The feathered serpent god has manifested!"

"The gods have reappeared! This is the gods reappearing!"

Their voices were not loud, but the astonishing change made the whole scene fall silent, and their words carried clearly—everyone around heard them.

Unavoidably, the uninformed people finally understood: the pillars of light came from the ancient ruins, emanating from those sites steeped in heavy divine mythology—not some terrorist attack, not some country's experiment.

But let alone the elders, even the young people were stunned for a moment.

Gods? What a joke—that was nothing more than something Du Zhuan made up by people in ancient times when survival was hard, to give themselves a belief to endure the bitter days. How could they possibly exist?

But before they could voice their thoughts, before they could deny the divine manifestation these people spoke of.

Boom!

A heart-shaking scene unfolded.

Those who piously believed, prostrated on the ground, had light welling up across their bodies, bathed in divine radiance.

It was not their bodies emitting the light, but the sky-piercing pillars of light—its radiance shone upon all the people and things nearby, everyone bathed in the glow, but only on those believers did the light undergo a change, as if their pious faith had summoned the gods' blessing.

The people around the pious believers were stunned.

They saw that among those pious believers, white-haired elders had their hair turn black, their wrinkles fading considerably, growing several years younger; those with coughs and grave illnesses no longer had pale faces, which turned rosy, the affliction driven away!

The scene of divine miracle witnessed before their eyes frightened those who had wanted to refute the divine manifestation into silence; some were so terrified they trembled all over and also prostrated themselves on the ground.

This was a miracle, a miracle only gods could accomplish.

If this wasn't the gods manifesting, then what could it be? It had to be the gods manifesting!

"The feathered serpent god has manifested." The refuters knelt on the ground, apologizing over and over in their hearts, afraid that the arguments they had just held in their minds would be known by the feathered serpent god and bring punishment upon them.

The gods must not be violated or profaned; once profaned, one must suffer heavenly retribution—this was an eternal law since ancient times.

Especially so with Indian mythology, because Indian myths were more blood-soaked than other mythologies.

Of course, some people maintained a skeptical attitude throughout, their persecution complex on full display, wondering if this might be some earth-shattering conspiracy against Mexico, with the believers merely actors in the plot—after all, why had the gods never appeared before but only now?

They spoke their thoughts aloud.

The next second.

As if it were a divine Dao imprinted upon heaven and earth—once anyone profaned the gods, punishment must follow.

In these people's ears, deafening, terrifying divine sounds exploded; invisible forces pressed in from all around, squeezing their hearts to the point of stopping, their blood ceasing to flow, their breath freezing.

Too bizarre—the divine sounds did not explode in anyone else's ears, but only rang in these people's ears.

And at this moment, someone nearby spoke up.

"The gods are returning; recently, rumors have spread in Japan and the United States that the gods left the world long ago for a place called the Primordial Battlefield, and now they are returning."

Silence.

These people were stunned.

Without hesitation, without further argument, they prostrated themselves directly.

If the divine grace of believers could be faked, the voices that exploded directly beside their ears, and the invisible divine Dao power, could not be man-made; coupled with others' words, even those who doubted could not help but believe.

The gods truly exist, and they are returning to this world.

What happened in Mexico unfolded in every country of Beimeizhou.