Chapter 185

Dust storms rolled endlessly, yellow sands obscuring the entire sky of Beimeizhou.

"Do you smell something?"

Someone in Beimeizhou sniffed the air.

"It smells like blood." Others sniffed too, hesitating slightly:

The sky-high sands didn't seem ordinary—they carried thick traces of blood, yet none dared confirm it, for the blood scent in the storm lacked the revolting stench of gore; it was decayed but not foul, ancient yet teeming with life, carrying both life and death.

Soon, the sandstorm surged forward, and people heard the clashing of metal within the wind—this was no sandstorm, but an army marching in perfect unison.

Where the mighty army passed, blood qi surged skyward, stirring the endless sands and waves of blood-charged gales.

The storm's disturbance was immense, crushing down from the heavens until it neared the Gate of Heaven, then gradually parted, revealing its ranks.

At the sight, cries and exclamations erupted across the world.

"Jackals?"

It wasn't a sandstorm—it truly was an army, orderly and disciplined; as the sands converged, tens of thousands of soldiers appeared before the eyes of mortals.

Upon closer look, the beings composing the army had human bodies but animal heads.

"Not jackals—werewolves' heads."

Someone corrected the earlier speaker, eyes gleaming with excitement, gazing at the foremost figure leading the army—a majestic being with a dog-like head, actually a jackal's head—and declared its origin:

"That's Anubis, the ancient Egyptian god!"

Anubis, though not the strongest among Egyptian deities, was the most iconic, due to his role as Egypt's god of death, overseeing mummification, guiding souls, and judging the dead.

He was the master of life and death in Egypt.

Upon seeing Anubis, countless people gasped, thinking as much.

Another mythological deity has appeared!

Including the Egyptian gods, four mythological deities have now surfaced—does this mean the gods are about to settle accounts?

"The Egyptian gods have come to settle scores with Heaven."

Online, a netizen quickly typed out his speculation on why Anubis had arrived with his army; though merely a guess, he was certain the truth was at least 80% accurate.

Anubis's words clearly signaled support for the Maya gods, targeting Heaven.

It's highly likely the Egyptian pantheon stands opposed to Heaven, tied to the legend of the Exodus—when the God of the Bible intervened in Egypt, provoking the Egyptian gods' wrath.

As expected.

Anubis led his Egyptian divine army forward, fixing his gaze on the Gate of Heaven.

"Carmenpus, carry out the Feathered Serpent's orders. If Heaven or the Aesir dare move, my Egyptian divine army will block them."

BOOM!!

As he spoke, Anubis radiated an eerie divine light, as if dragging this realm into the Netherworld, infusing it with death; the breath of life and death overwhelmed the heavens, dimming even the stars with the shadow of demise.

A gray sky, dead stars.

The scene was terrifying, sending chills through souls, freezing marrow with dread.

The next instant.

Anubis raised his massive hand to command his army; Thor likewise raised his hammer, lightning engulfing him like an ancient volcanic eruption, brimming with destruction; the Aesir army surged with lethal might, shaking the stars; Luxi smiled with narrowed eyes, his body pulsing with both fallen and sacred divine power.

"Five mythological deities clashing? Not enough. Why not add more?"

"A fight? Count me in!"

"Three divine factions against two? Outnumbering them? Michael, Thor—I'll help you."

…

BOOM!

The four skies and nine heavens exploded open.

Ancient war chariots, vast enough to dwarf the earth, burst forth from the stars, each filled with deities; at their head stood a deity of blinding brilliance, like an eternal, indestructible sovereign, radiant with Jin Guang, flowing like an ancient Emperor, proud and dazzling.

A void in the heavens shattered, and a deity strode forth, moving with the grace of a dragon and the power of a tiger; behind him, a vast, ancient kingdom materialized—Shanhe stretched endlessly, a thousand boats vying for passage, ancient ancestors bowing in worship.

A colossal spear, splitting heaven, slammed down, drenched in the blood of gods and demons, bound with undying souls, radiating an unmatched, eternal might—this was the blood of the fiercest enemy from the primordial battlefield, the blood of a king who once ruled the Three thousand worlds, now the glory of this spear that split heaven.

This was the true Lietian Daqiang—not the light column that returned the Native American gods, which could sink the American plate and pierce through Earth.

Another chariot rolled forth, radiating antiquity so ancient even time seemed negligible; it crashed down from the ninth heavens, immense beyond measure, taller and grander than Bishan, like Mount Wuzhi crushing down, extinguishing all surrounding radiance.

One after another, mythological deities appeared.

Dazzling, overwhelming.

All descended at once, claiming their portions of the starry expanse.

This scene did not merely shock the heart—it shook all of history, all of time past and future, destined to be etched into eternity.

The gods have all arrived!

Divine light surpassed ultimate brilliance; their auras stirred heaven and earth, blurring the boundary between life and death, decay and eternity coexisting; this realm seemed the ultimate pinnacle of existence, representing all—glimpses of the A thousand great worlds in turmoil, the Three thousand worlds sinking.

Metaphysicists, theologians, astronomers, scientists—all experts went into fits, suffering heart attacks from excitement, collapsing in terror with eyes rolling back and foam at the mouth; too many mythological deities had appeared, names beyond recall, minds overloaded, unable to process.

Shangchuan and his group were paralyzed with terror; some high-ranking officials had already suffered strokes and collapsed, wishing only to die now, lest they be obliterated by the aftershocks of the gods' reckoning.

Everywhere across the world, the same scene: elderly people gasping for breath, frantically pinching their philtrums; youths startled into flinging keyboards; stronger ones overturning desks; wealthy ones smashing priceless antiques from sheer fright.

Infants still in swaddling clothes suddenly fell silent.

Gods!

Gods and terrifying beings filled the sky.

Gazing out, every eye was filled with gods—too many to take in, pupils stained with divine radiance.

People prayed daily to carved idols, begged for blessings, wished to speak to gods, make countless petitions, dreamed of seeing a deity and how they'd act—but now, faced with a sky full of gods, not a word could be spoken, not a breath drawn.

Gods, towering above all—seeing even one was an unparalleled honor, a reward for accumulated virtue.

Yet now, countless gods filled the heavens, as numerous as stars.

Never had he imagined there were so many gods, so many myths, that they once contained such a dazzling array of divine legends.

At this moment.

Gazing at the heavens filled with gods and terrifying beings.

All living things felt a tightening in their hearts.