Chapter 271: When I Was a Child, I Often Heard Others Tell Stories of Shang and Zhou

Everyone stared in shock, eyelids twitching violently.

To say those who reach the Seven Steps of Divinity are still ants? Look at what kind of nonsense this is.

"This…" Director Takahashi wanted to say something, but suddenly realized everyone had fallen utterly silent—not just here, but everywhere across the entire world, an instant of absolute stillness, not a sound to be heard.

Looking up, everyone silently gazed at that original battlefield of stars.

Then.

From within that ancient city, a figure of unparalleled elegance stepped forth, her jade-like feet gently touching the starry expanse.

In that single instant, eternity was forged—deeply carved into the memories, even the souls, of countless beings, unforgettable even through countless cycles of rebirth.

At this moment, time paused.

On this day, it was eternally inscribed in memory.

In this instant, the heart roared.

This scene remained in history.

When that graceful figure appeared in the starry expanse, everyone's time seemed to halt, breath caught, unable to move; unlike the hazy vision seen in Tochigi Prefecture, this time her face and form were seen with perfect, unobstructed clarity.

So beautiful.

No words could describe her beauty; any term felt hollow, too thin by comparison—not only were people frozen in awe, but even the countless gods and demons locked in bloody combat across the original battlefield stood utterly still.

This beauty was so shattering, surpassing all human beauty; her peerless radiance dimmed heaven and earth, causing the radiant gods and demons locked in battle on the original battlefield to lose all luster, robbed of every glow, eclipsed in every existence.

If her mere appearance could not be described in words, then her perfection stole all beauty from the world.

The beauty of flowers, the beauty of sun and moon, the beauty of mortals—all paled before a single smile of her face; all creation felt shame.

Only when the withered elder spoke did the world snap back from her beauty; even then, their eyes held obsession, infatuation, and deep fury.

"When I was a child, I often heard stories of the Shang and Zhou dynasties—of the fated clash between King Zhou and Zhou Wuwang, of how King Zhou had a queen of peerless beauty and power. Now let me see if her reputation is deserved."

The elder's words echoed in their ears.

People were furious.

To strike at such beauty was an outright desecration—unforgivable.

The next moment.

The withered elder and Yuzaoqian moved.

Their opening strikes stunned the original battlefield, revealing why Yuzaoqian dared claim that all below the Seven Steps of Divinity were ants, and why the withered elder dared attack her.

They were two titans, sovereigns of the Ten Heavens and Nine Earths—one famed in the past, one ascended in the future.

Unmatched in power!

A single sweep of the hand, gods and demons were erased.

A single step down, countless worlds shattered, plunged into the end of eras.

Their battle was endless—appearing to rage in the present, yet seeming to strike across billions of spacetimes, one in the future, one in the past.

They plunged into the supreme heavens, beyond mortal sight; only the surging, overwhelming ripples remained—waves upon waves expanding, drowning the original battlefield, forcing even gods and demons to retreat.

The vast heavens and earth emptied instantly, becoming their sole battlefield.

Suddenly.

Their battle reached its fiercest peak—supreme brilliance, divine radiance, celestial mists filled every corner of starry void, sky and earth.

In the final annihilation, gods and demons caught unawares bled across the battlefield, their blood staining the heavens a dark red.

"Thank heaven we have the gods and transcendent ones protecting us," someone trembled as they typed online.

Their battle was too terrifying—mere ripples could shatter entire worlds; even the leaking aura could obliterate ordinary mortals from afar without contact. Had it not been for the gods rushing into the far end of the heavenly void to leave behind a protective barrier…

All life on this blue planet would have been wiped out long ago.

At this moment, people understood: when the Feathered Serpent God and God had clashed, their battle had been frenzied—but even then, they had restrained themselves, suppressing their power, only unleashing fully once they entered Heaven, fearing that even a stray ripple from their clash might shatter this blue planet.

At this moment, people finally understood what an ancient god truly was.

They were immortal beings; without immortality, all were ants. Only the immortal could reign supreme over heaven and earth, only the immortal could become kings of myths, lords of demons, sovereigns of demons.

The great battle continued.

Their clash was now invisible—fighting too far away, as if piercing to the other side of the stars; faintly, one could see them entering a world, and in an instant, that world could not withstand their divine might—it shattered, every living thing, every object, utterly annihilated.

Countless Lei Jie rained down like a storm, the boundless earth spewed flames, destruction nearly solidified into rivers of magma flowing across the land, a dazzlingly brilliant world transformed into a divine-demon forbidden zone, saturated with endless annihilation, extinguishing heaven and earth.

Director Takahashi and the others trembled—from their outer bodies to their inner bones and souls, every cell, every drop of blood, terrified.

At this moment.

From a crack torn open in the extreme starry void, a withered yet terrifyingly radiant light shot forth, striking the ancient city and shattering a corner of it.

Another light followed instantly—the magnificent being who claimed descent from the extinct bloodline failed to dodge, obliterated down to the last particle.

This was collateral damage from the battle between Yuzaoqian and the withered elder—each avoiding the other's attacks, yet still crushing a being worthy of divine rank, leaving all in stunned sorrow.

Yet now, no one mourned…

The fragment of the ancient city, weathered by time, adorned with jade pavilions and palaces, radiating ancient, eternal glory—even shattered, its terror remained.

Flung from the original battlefield's starry expanse, it pierced through a dozen gods and demons at once, smashing them into dust and shattered souls.

Its momentum unbroken, it crushed layers of void, hurtling toward the emptiness beyond the original battlefield.

"Am I imagining this…? I feel that corner of the ancient city is growing larger… as if… as if it's flying toward us…"

On the streets beneath Russia's sky, Walter trembled as he spoke.

"Holy shit, don't scare me like that!"

Walter's companion's eyes welled with tears.

Everyone clearly saw the power of the flying fragment of the ancient city—it pierced the void, shattered stars, obliterated entire planetary worlds, and literally scared the Russian warrior race to tears.

Not just Walter's companion—countless people across the world were crying.

If this landed, Earth was finished.

It probably can't be, we're so far from the original battlefield.

Yeah, yeah, don't scare yourselves—Chief said to chill the hell out… damn it! Oh my god!!

As the ancient city grew larger and larger before their eyes…

In an instant, countless people turned icy cold from head to toe.

A corner of the ancient city was truly crashing toward them!

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