Chapter 177

Boom!

Not just Beimeizhou, at this moment, every country and every corner of the world was shaking.

Not only the land, but the oceans too were in turmoil—not a single Wang Yang remained calm.

However.

"Earth, Earth…" astronauts in space stations across nations were terrified, their hair standing on end, faces drained of all color, eyes filled only with panic as they muttered "Earth" over and over.

This wasn't an earthquake!

This was Earth being knocked off its orbit!

Under the horrified gaze of the astronauts, Earth—the star that had orbited the same path for billions of years—suddenly tilted slightly, on the verge of breaking free.

A celestial body tilting and leaving its orbit—no one needed to imagine the consequences: unimaginable annihilation, triggering a chain of natural disasters, leading to the destruction of humanity and all life on Earth.

Too terrifying.

Just one roar—and it had shoved Earth off course, shaking even the stars beyond, making countless celestial bodies tremble.

Fortunately, at the most critical moment, the gods of every land intervened.

Boom!!

Like a torrent of radiant Tianhe, divine power surged forth from the sacred lands of gods worldwide, dazzling light radiating in myriad forms—like Lei Ting, like lightning, like the great sun, like Dahe—finally merging into shimmering auroras, brilliant and radiant, swirling and enveloping the entire Earth, wrapping every inch of every land.

Seeing this, the people sighed in relief.

Thank the gods intervened—if not, the consequences would be unthinkable—but now was not the time to dwell on this; if the battle in Beimeizhou wasn't over, nothing was certain yet.

Feathers and serpent scales glowed brilliantly, revealing ancient Indigenous divine patterns, spreading across every scale, etched over the vast body of the Feathered Serpent God, enhancing its mystery and majesty.

The divine patterns ignited one after another, from head to tail; each flare released greater divine aura, and the serpent's eyes grew fiercer.

Even those without transcendence, even those not gods, could tell the Feathered Serpent God was unleashing an immensely powerful divine art—returning his essence, energy, and spirit to their peak.

As expected.

"Feathered Serpent God, are you mad? Burning your divine power to return to your peak—you won't survive."

God's words confirmed everyone's suspicions.

The Feathered Serpent God laughed—his laughter held no fear of death, only detachment, only boundless freedom.

"If I can't live, taking you down with me is still a glorious end. Too bad the Aztec gods and Inca Empire gods won't see me rid the world of one coward."

In Mexico, grief spread everywhere.

Director Takahashi and countless others were shaken to their core—even those who worshipped other gods couldn't help but feel reverence for the Feathered Serpent God.

At the same time, their doubts toward God deepened.

God claimed the Feathered Serpent God had killed too many, accumulated too much malice, and had been driven mad by recent events—this had seemed true before, but now it didn't hold.

Could a god who killed without mercy, who lost all reverence for life, laugh with such freedom? Could he speak such words?

"GOD!!!" Roars of furious rage suddenly echoed, startling many.

The voices came from ancient Indigenous ruins across the Americas, distant and echoing, yet sounding as if they crossed countless starry realms.

The ruins glowed, layers of light piling upon layers, like steps being built.

These were divine pathways, meant to welcome gods back from afar.

Indigenous gods!

More precisely, the Maya gods—they stepped upon the constructed divine path, treading the heavens as they returned.

Their divine weapons, on body and hand, were stained with blood—whether theirs or their enemies', no one knew; each bore wounds, yet their majestic divine will had not dimmed—it had grown even more terrifying.

"You think the Aztec gods and Inca Empire gods are dead, so our Indigenous gods have declined, and now you dare to bully us?" roared a Maya god, towering like an ancient giant spirit; his divine battle intent pierced the clouds, shaking the heavens.

"Dare to touch my Indigenous gods—die!"

The Maya gods behind him roared as well, their divine weapons clashing, their steps thundering, shaking the divine pathways, even causing the initial battlefield ground at the path's end to tremble, startling the gods and demons of the battlefield.

Then, the giant-spirit-like Maya god said nothing more—he raised his divine greatsword, its edge chipped from battle, yet sharper than ever.

They had just returned from killing enemies on the initial battlefield; their blood had not been wiped, their wounds not tended, yet they plunged straight into another great war—to defend the dignity of the Indigenous gods, to protect their glory, regardless of whether they would die.

"How dare you!!"

Michael, the strongest of the Seven Archangels, roared in fury.

Immediately, as Michael—the chief warrior beside God, hailed as the King of Holy War, leader of the Angelic Host—gave his command.

The gates of Heaven blazed with holy light, summoning the angelic host.

The scene was magnificent.

Thousands of angels raised holy swords, riding white unicorns, treading clouds, holy radiance overwhelming the entire sky.

"Angelic Host—kill!"

Michael led the Seven Archangels and the vast angelic host, charging toward the Indigenous gods.

Insane.

This starry realm erupted in a divine war—a colossal clash of two mythologies.

Director Takahashi and others were terrified, their limbs turning icy cold—were these gods insane? A war between two mythologies—didn't they fear destroying Earth?

If not for other mythological gods protecting Earth, they'd almost impulsively written their wills, leaving final words—but then they thought better of it: if Earth was gone, what use was a pitiful last message?

"I think we must accelerate the Transcendence Plan again—and also move up the Rescue Plan."

Minister Saito's proposal received unanimous agreement.

Ever since the Six-Eyed Monster incident, countries—including Japan—had proposed preserving memories, accelerating technological progress, or searching for safe planets or worlds to migrate to, preserving a spark of hope for humanity.

The proposal was repeatedly raised when the gods returned; otherwise, once gods returned and fought, Earth would be destroyed in an instant, and humanity would follow.

"That Six-Eyed Monster world isn't bad—so vast, and they've asked Master Abe to speak with Yato-doji on our behalf, to let us send people over and ensure the monsters there don't target us—we could develop peacefully for a long time, even better than now," Professor Beishan proposed.

Everyone immediately nodded in agreement.

With successive Transcendence events, people now knew Earth was not the only world—many others existed. But with current technology, finding planets was impossible; worlds were the same. The only known worlds were the Supernatural world where Yama-no-Mae's Heian Kyoto resided, and the Monster world—and the only one they'd actually seen was the Monster world.

This is their only hope right now, and the world they long for.

In such a vast world, there's no need to fear resource depletion in the short term, and more importantly, it's safe—allowing for more effective study of the transcendent.

While Director Takahashi and the others are thinking of the Phantom Demon Realm, Rikui is thinking of it too.

Rikui watched as Mayan mythology and Christian mythology clashed in a terrifying war, every collision reaching the level of a Sacrificial Master—she nearly pissed herself, trembling, her stunning face twisted in an expression close to tears.

She had only one thought.

Mom! I want to go home!

Knowing how terrifying this world was, she thought hiding quietly would keep her safe—but now it was clear that wasn't true. This was just waiting around to die. When the big shots started fighting, she might be asleep one moment and dead the next.

"No good. Even though life in this world is happy, I still need an escape route. I must find a way to reestablish contact with the Phantom Demon Realm—or find a passage back to it."

Rikui made a silent decision.

Though she had many enemies in the Phantom Demon Realm, after witnessing the combat power of this world, her standards had risen.

Compared to my enemies in the Phantom Demon Realm, I'm truly awesome now—I've managed to survive this long in such an incredible world.

If I can survive in a world this powerful, why should I fear those trash in the Phantom Demon Realm?

Worst case, if I run into my enemies again, I'll just drag them here to this world and show them the gods. Then I'll scare them: "See? How amazing is this world? Do you know why I'm still alive here?"

"Because I've allied with some huge boss—the kind who shakes the earth with a single stomp. If you dare retaliate against me, that boss won't let you live."

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