Chapter 232

Beast roars split heaven and earth, stars trembled and rained down.

"Quetzalcoatl!!"

Someone looked up at the sky and screamed in shock.

A colossal, winged serpent, as majestic as an ancient mountain range, appeared across the starry sky above America, its aura immense, startling gods and demons alike.

Several days later, Quetzalcoatl appeared once again.

Boom—boom—boom.

Its body was too vast, crushing the starry sky as it moved, making the heavens rumble like thunder; its divine radiance illuminated all directions, like an eternal sun whose light never faded and whose divinity never perished.

Quetzalcoatl's appearance in America's sky terrified Kamikawa Mitsu and the other Americans.

Could Quetzalcoatl have changed his mind and decided to annihilate America again?

He could feel it—Quetzalcoatl's aura had grown stronger than during the War of the Gods. Back then, he had not died; instead, he had been reborn through nirvana, his wounds still unhealed, yet his power advanced.

Kamikawa Mitsu and the others feared that with this power, even God could not stop him this time.

But soon, their panic faded, and they exhaled in relief.

Quetzalcoatl had not appeared to strike again, as Kamikawa Mitsu and the others had feared—he merely flew out from the homeland of the Native American gods, heading in one direction.

"That's…"

Director Takahashi and the others stared at the satellite footage, their bodies jolting violently.

"China!!"

The colossal, mountain-range-like body stretched across the stars, wings flaring—Quetzalcoatl was flying toward China.

The entire world.

Every nation.

Every region.

Everyone turned pale with shock.

There was no mistake—Quetzalcoatl was flying toward China, toward that sacred forbidden zone, the realm forbidden to all gods.

"What is Quetzalcoatl doing?" Director Takahashi gasped in awe.

Since the gods' return, no deity had ever ventured into that place—not even the divine radiance of gods, nor the residual shockwaves from Quetzalcoatl's previous battle with God, had so much as touched its soil by a single inch.

It was an inviolable land, mysterious beyond measure—even gods dared not trespass.

And now, a god was heading toward China.

"Quick!! Send out all satellites immediately!"

"What are you standing around for? Contact every nation—share the satellite feeds!"

The leaders shouted orders to their subordinates; online, the same frenzy erupted—renowned hackers joined forces to hack into satellite networks and broadcast the footage live.

Divine radiance surged.

From Greece, Norway, Japan, Egypt, and other divine realms, sacred figures stepped forth, their eyes holding galaxies within, deep and brilliant, all fixing their gaze upon the same direction.

It seemed Quetzalcoatl's action had stirred all the gods—even the gods themselves turned their attention.

Powerful deities who had returned alongside Lei Shen, Luxi, and God all appeared, their eyes filled with astonishment.

They could see that the gods who had previously stood in opposition, nearly clashing, now gathered over the Pacific, eastward—no battle erupted; clearly, they cared more about why Quetzalcoatl was heading toward the mysterious eastern forbidden land than about settling old scores.

Their gazes settled on the Japanese god Tsukuyomi.

Due to ties with Yamata no Orochi, the Japanese gods had grown close to the Native American gods.

"Two days ago, a supreme decree descended from the East, addressed to Quetzalcoatl, summoning him to the East," Tsukuyomi revealed without concealment, then gave God a sly, half-smiling glance.

His actions were unhidden—even ordinary mortals could see clearly.

The Pope and the cardinals looked pained; they saw God's lip twitch, and they felt sympathy for God.

That Tsukuyomi's heart must be black through and through—he still couldn't resist taking a shot at God even now.

"Tsukuyomi, god of the dark moon—total blackheart," a netizen typed online, instantly earning 999 likes.

Even without knowing the content of the supreme decree sent to Quetzalcoatl from the East, everyone was certain: it was no ill omen—otherwise, Tsukuyomi would not have looked at God like that.

It was a blatant hint.

God, your enemy Quetzalcoatl has been summoned by the East—he's probably about to gain something great. Aren't you nervous?

People, thinking of Tsukuyomi's scheming nature, speculated darkly.

"It's a joyous occasion that Quetzalcoatl has been invited and summoned by the East," God smiled, still wearing his image of boundless benevolence.

At that moment, Luxi, clad in noble attire, his face always marked by a carefree, roguish grin, narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly.

"A supreme decree? Remarkable. When was the last time the East issued a supreme decree? It must have been over a thousand years ago—wasn't it issued to Su Daji?"

Upon hearing this, Director Takahashi and the others were shaken to their core.

A thousand years ago? That was the Heian period…

Ssshh!

Altering history?!

Director Takahashi and the others' eyelids twitched violently—they recalled their earlier speculation that Su Daji had altered history, and now they knew: Su Daji's tampering with history was tied to the East.

Luxi continued with a sly smile.

"Too bad Su Daji never went."

"There was that?" Lei Shen turned to Luxi: "Refusing the East's supreme decree? That's never happened before."

"So, Lei Shen, why don't you stop just fighting on the Primordial Frontiers? Wouldn't it be better to pay attention to gossip now and then? Of course, I have no right to lecture you—I was on the Primordial Frontiers too back then. I only learned of this from one of my underlings."

As he spoke, Luxi recalled, seemingly aware of what Lei Shen wanted to ask, and continued:

"If I remember correctly, Su Daji refused to go to the East, claiming the decree was meant for her former self—Daji—and that she was now Yuzaoqian."

As translators across nations and livestreams rendered Luxi and Lei Shen's dialogue into spoken languages, astonishment rippled everywhere.

Luxi was extremely talkative. Though he had been at odds with Lei Shen Thor last time, now he was acting like an old friend, chatting away with Lei Shen Thor.

"Thor, you don't even know that Tamamo-no-Mae received a Supreme Edict from the East, so I bet you don't know who the last Supreme Edict from the East was issued to either. Let me tell you, stop always knowing nothing but fighting, fighting, fighting. You know, someone like you in this era has a popular buzzword used specifically to describe your type."

Lei Shen Thor looked at Luxi: "What buzzword?"

Luxi spoke without mincing words: "According to this era's popular buzzword, a simple-minded brute like you is called an iron dimwit."

Saying so, Luxi glanced at Lei Shen Thor, then cast his eyes toward the Lei Shen war hammer in his hand, and couldn't help muttering.

"The title 'iron dimwit' was truly tailor-made for you."

"Luxi, you can't say that. His type is clearly a natural airhead." Tsukuyomi intervened.

"Natural airhead? What's that now?" Lei Shen Thor was confused.

Obviously, Tsukuyomi and Luxi had returned with a deep understanding of the modern era, yet Lei Shen Thor did not seem to be the same.

"Natural airhead means moe-moe-da, moe-moe-da means you're very moe, moe means cute, it means you're very cute."

The Moon God explained with a smile, then added one last line:

"Someone like you is the purest form of natural airhead."

With the Moon God's words, the corners of the world's mouths twitched wildly, and they couldn't help but picture a scene in their heads.

It was Lei Shen Thor holding the Lei Shen war hammer, hammering it against his own chest, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Onii-chan, daisuki!"

The people shuddered with disgust, then looked again at Tsukuyomi, Lei Shen Thor, and Luxi, and couldn't help but feel their perception shift.

At this moment, in their eyes, there was a rogue, a schemer, and two of them were bullying an iron dimwit.