Chapter 233: Quetzalcoatl Kowtows at the Eastern Gate

For no apparent reason, people's image of Lei Shen Thor—wild and mighty—collapsed, and in some people's minds, Lei Shen Thor's image had now transformed into a Squirtle giving a thumbs-up with a wide grin.

At Tsukuyomi's words, Luxi's eyes lit up, as if he'd found a kindred spirit who shared his tastes, and he immediately bared his teeth in a grin.

"Let's take a dump together sometime."

Tsukuyomi responded with a smile.

The two faced each other, both wearing warm smiles, making people's hearts tremble—these two together, surely they could swindle even gods and demons into pooping.

"Quetzalcoatl has arrived."

No one knew who said it, but everyone immediately looked.

Quetzalcoatl arrived above the place the present world called the Forbidden Zone of the Gods, opened his serpent's maw, and a decree flew out.

Boom!!

The instant the decree appeared, a terrifying aura burst forth, as if an ancient primordial immortal god had been born; resplendent light blazed like billions of divine suns exploding, illuminating this azure planet along with the surrounding starry sky in a single blaze of brightness.

Blazing like a great sun.

Supreme divine radiance shone everywhere, as if the entire heavens would be illuminated.

Like an eternal great mountain rolling, the decree slowly unfurled; faintly visible upon it were ancient characters inscribed, strokes like iron hooks and silver strokes, ancient and magnificent, as if branding the Dao itself; every character floated up, like the embodiment of the Dao, turning like ancient great stars, rumbling, bringing an incomparable impact upon all who beheld it.

That was the will of immortal gods, rumbling and resonant, weaving supreme laws, seizing the heart and soul.

"Quetzalcoatl has come to pay his respects."

Quetzalcoatl kowtowed, his voice rolling like thunder, like a bell.

In an instant!

The ancient characters underwent apotheosis, transforming into golden rain of light, cascading down like a waterfall; faintly, hazily, as if illusion were turning into reality, as if spirit were becoming substance.

People saw, within the waterfall of golden light, a colossal, ancient, magnificent and overwhelming sight—as if the legendary ancient Southern Heavenly Gate had appeared.

Rumble, rumble, rumble.

Sky, starry sky, time-space, void—at this moment, the heavens and earth of this planet trembled; the ancient great gate was opening, its opening sound deep and heavy, as if the great Dao itself were being pushed open.

"The Eastern Gate has opened once more; this time it was Quetzalcoatl who kowtowed. I wonder who the next will be."

Luxi spoke; his smiling eyes opened for the first time, revealing those noble yet fallen eyes.

"Three thousand years have passed since the last kowtow at the Eastern Gate," Tsukuyomi murmured.

At this moment.

Countless people held their breath, their eyes already wide as they could possibly be; even if dust got in, they refused to rub them, staring fixedly.

The ancient great gate opened, and endless immortal radiance poured forth, brilliance in billions; faintly visible within the gate was an Immortal Realm vast beyond measure.

That's right—the Immortal Realm.

Dreamlike, ethereal, mists curling, immortal waterfalls flowing—this beauty, this majestic grandeur, could no longer be described in words.

The Pope, the Yidazhu Sect, and other Christian believers all had eyes filled with bloodshot veins—so beautiful, this must be Heaven itself.

Compared with the Eastern Immortal Realm within the ancient great gate, the Heaven scenery seen on the day the gods returned was a pile of shit, utterly incomparable; the gap was like heaven and earth, an uncrossable chasm.

Every person revealed a look of infatuation, a craze-like obsession.

"Those bearing the decree may enter the Immortal Realm; those who attempt entry without authorization shall be slain!"

A voice ancient beyond the weathering of ages, as if transmitted from the very end before heaven and earth and chaos had been split apart, vast and far-reaching, echoing through the river of time, resounding through past, present, and future.

Luxi dropped his playful grin and cupped his fists toward the ancient great gate.

Not only he, but Quetzalcoatl, Tsukuyomi, and other gods—some kowtowed, some cupped their fists, and some directly offered respectful salutations.

"Tell Yamata no Orochi that when I return, I shall surely campaign alongside him on the Primordial Battlefield, drink the blood of gods and demons, and slay enemies from all directions."

Quetzalcoatl turned back toward Tsukuyomi. Then with a long howl that shook the heavens and the earth, he flew into the ancient great gate.

Rumble.

The waterfall of light was dissipating; the ancient great gate slowly closed.

At the instant of closing, people faintly saw Quetzalcoatl fly into the Immortal Realm, arriving at an ancient immortal land.

There stood a resplendent immortal-god ancient city, grand and magnificent, like a divine city of the Nine Heavens' Thirty-three tiers, vast in area, its city walls like mountain ridges stretching endlessly, majestic and awe-inspiring.

This was architecture so magnificent it defied description; immortal qi permeated the air, clouds steamed and rosy mists glowed, palaces gathered in clusters, immortal birds sang long above the palace towers, tracing dazzling streaks of light, while auspicious beasts crouched and roared, guarding outside the great gate.

Looking far into the immortal-god ancient city, one could see ancient people walking about, and immortal gods riding clouds and mist.

"Erlang Shen?"

"Is that the Victorious Fighting Buddha…"

Just as Quetzalcoatl was about to reach the immortal-god ancient city, two figures walked out from within the city, as if to welcome Quetzalcoatl; it seemed they were on good terms with him—a friend from afar, what joy—stepping out of the gate to greet him.

One wore ancient battle armor born entirely for combat, gripping a three-pointed double-edged halberd; as he walked, his spirit swallowed the eight wastelands, displaying an invincible bearing that would slaughter everything in the world; beside him seemed to follow a ferociously vicious hound.

The other wore a kasaya of treasure-light glazed glass over golden-light battle armor within, his entire body covered in golden hair; though clearly radiating Buddhist light, he possessed divine might capable of battling heaven and earth, all the gods and demons of heaven yielding, demons and evils submitting, his aura wild and arrogant, dominating heaven and earth, as if there were no place in the world he could not go or act, and even immortal gods could not stop him.

This scene lasted only a blink—seen in the instant the ancient great gate closed—far too fast, with no time to see clearly at all.

But!

Many people believed they had not seen wrong—it was Erlang the Manifestly Saintly True Lord, and the Victorious Fighting Buddha Sun Wukong; it could not be anyone else.

Because these two were far too distinctive; surveying the entirety of Hua mythology, only these two had such characteristics, no one else.

"Hua mythology is real!"

Professor Beishan, at the very instant of being so overwhelmed with emotion that he was about to go into shock, shouted it out, and was immediately carried off for emergency rescue.

Finally seen—Hua gods, finally known—Hua mythology is real, truly existent; the Hua gods have not fallen, did not all perish in battle on the Primordial Battlefield; the mythology is exceedingly brilliant, its glory never faded.

All along, people knew that Hua possessed mystery and the extraordinary, and knew that the gods regarded that place as a forbidden zone, but without seeing the gods, one could never confirm that the mythology in Hua's history was indeed Hua mythology.

And now everything was confirmed!

"Quetzalcoatl seems to be on good terms with Erlang Shen and the Victorious Fighting Buddha…"

A netizen murmured.

Recalling the image from earlier—if memory served, Erlang Shen and the Victorious Fighting Buddha had met Xiang Yu's Quetzalcoatl. It wasn't the kind of stranger-meeting-stranger vibe; it felt more like old friends reuniting after a long separation.

"What's there to be surprised about? Don't forget, Quetzalcoatl is a descendant of Yinglong. Knowing the gods of Hua Nation is perfectly normal. Compared to that, I'm more curious—why is it a Divine City we see, not the Heavenly Court? Or is that Divine City part of the Heavenly Court?"

Before the other netizens could answer, suddenly one of them noticed something, his face wearing a 'WTF' expression.

"Look over there, quick!"

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