Chapter 391: The Babylonian Mythology Is Surrounded and Slaughtered

The gods, demons, immortals, and devils were stunned.

Sui Ren Shi and Abzû were too strong; they seemed to belong to an entirely different concept.

If they were the great demons of fairy tales, then no matter how powerful they were within those tales, they could never resist—because Sui Ren Shi and Abzû were the authors of the fairy tales themselves, capable of ending their lives with a single thought.

Upon Abzû speaking these words, Sui Ren Shi fell silent.

His gaze flickered open and closed, a pair of immortal eyes fixed upon Abzû, within which great stars fell, sun and moon revolved, universes were born and perished, and chaos swirled.

Having received Abzû's answer, he no longer cared to ask anything else; he launched himself at Abzû without restraint.

At this moment.

The two "Heavens" collided, and the River of Time nearly snapped.

Their auras surged higher.

Sui Ren Shi's massive hand swept forward, like a world-grinding disc capable of grinding away all existence.

Abzû said nothing, clenched his fist, and shattered heaven and earth, shattered chaos—everything in the world was destined to be utterly annihilated by this punch.

The River of Time trembled.

This was the most supreme battle ever witnessed by mortals, the ultimate collision of the world.

The shockwaves rippled upstream, traveling all the way to the river's origin, where countless pairs of cold, sky-like eyes slowly opened.

Those eyes were terrifying.

Merely glancing at them caused all beings across the realms to tremble—even the supreme were not exempt.

Boom!

Not only was the upstream of the River of Time affected, but the downstream as well—Hangu Pass shook, on the verge of collapsing at any moment, and every heart rose to their throats.

The battle between these two most ancient beings of myth, even with Hangu Pass built upon the foundation of the world, could not withstand it.

The shockwaves spread beyond Hangu Pass, surging straight toward the Original Battlefield.

There, beyond Hangu Pass, stretched an endless expanse of tens of thousands of miles—the Original Battlefield, where the River of Time itself served as the battleground—sky had changed.

The starry heavens blazed as bright as daylight; the sky was no longer sky, the earth was no longer earth.

On the Original Battlefield, gods and demons bleeding in battle, gods and demons poised to deliver the final blow, gods and demons grievously wounded and closing their eyes to await death—all froze.

As if frozen in place.

In an instant.

The shockwaves engulfed the entire vast Original Battlefield, showing no sign of stopping, surging straight into the mist-shrouded downstream of the River of Time.

The battle between Abzû and Sui Ren Shi affected past and future.

The two most ancient figures of myth unleashed an unprecedented life-or-death struggle—rarely in all of time had such a battle been seen.

Simultaneously, the Primordial Realm of the Ancient Era erupted in an unprecedented war.

The Primordial Realm.

The long-standing power struggles among the great myths, stretching from the Primordial Age into the Ancient Era, vanished at this moment.

In their place came retribution, a furious, overwhelming siege.

"The Babylonian Mythology!!!" roared a deity from Greek Mythology.

They recognized it.

That shouting deity was older than the second-generation Greek gods, the Twelve Titans—he was one of the first-generation Greek deities.

But before they could clearly identify who he was, the scene shifted to another part of the Primordial Realm.

The battle between Abzû and Sui Ren Shi was impossible to ignore; all four great myths of the Ancient Era, every myth, and all beings across the myriad realms knew of it.

When they learned Abzû had opened Hangu Pass, when they learned the Babylonian Mythology came from "over there," when they learned the Babylonian gods had struck at the supreme of other myths…

All beings in the Primordial Realm could no longer sit still—they were filled with righteous fury.

"Look over there!"

Someone pointed to a location in the vision.

There stood a colossal tree, so vast it was horrifying—its trunk thicker than Earth's circumference, towering into heaven like a pillar holding up the sky, its branches and leaves luxuriant, visible even from billions of miles away, radiating the aura of a world.

This was the World Tree—the domain of Norse Mythology.

"Roar!!"

A dragon roared from the earth beneath the World Tree; the towering, sky-high World Tree trembled, its leaves—each as large as stars—shook loose and fell, transforming into brilliant new stars in the heavens.

"Nidhogg!"

From the earth beneath the World Tree emerged a black dragon.

Its wings spread wide, blotting out heaven and sun; stars hovered beneath its wings, its body overshadowed entire stretches of starry sky.

At that moment.

The vision froze.

It halted at the scene of Nidhogg and the gods and demons of every myth charging toward the Babylonian Mythology's domain.

Though they could not see the end, they could imagine what followed—they recalled the visions seen in the eyes of the Moon Reading God, each person seeing something different.

When pieced together, they formed the exact scene: the four great myths and all other myths besieging the Babylonian Mythology.

The entire world fell silent.

The altar's glow gradually faded, returning to its simple, ancient pattern, worn by the passage of time—yet the blood of gods and demons upon it was gone.

The arrival of the gods, demons, immortals, and devils had awakened the divine blood on the altar, using it to replay the scenes of the past.

Why this happened—perhaps to prevent history from being buried, perhaps due to lingering remnants of will within the divine blood—no one knew whose blood it was: perhaps from the gods of Babylonian Mythology, or perhaps from the gods of other myths.

However.

The gods, demons, immortals, devils, and all people on Earth paid no attention to the disappearance of the divine blood—their focus lay elsewhere.

Japan, Superhuman Response Division.

The conference room was utterly silent; Director Takahashi and the others stood like statues, each with a strange expression on their face.

Long moments passed.

Director Takahashi snapped out of his daze, his dry lips parting:

"That… did you all just hear that? Am I imagining things? I thought I heard… Abzu speak."

Silence remained; no one spoke.

But the way Senior Director Saito and the others looked at Director Takahashi was not as if they hadn't heard the sound and thus couldn't answer—it was more like an answer given in silence.

Similar situations had occurred across the world, even before the altars where gods, demons, immortals, and devils gathered.

Just now, at the very moment the vision froze and vanished…

A cold, calm voice emerged from the vision, as if the "Heaven" itself, detached and desireless, had spoken.

"Feng Yunruo, the one who has come into my mythic realm is He."

This voice was not heard for the first time; they had heard its owner speak before.

Recall: the visions emerging from the altar carried no sound, like silent films—the dialogues of Nüba, Cangjie, and Indra were all translated by linguistic experts.

But not the only ones.

In the primordial era, the visions had sound; two figures among them could transmit their voices through the visions.

This was not because the visions had imprinted sound—it was because the visions could not contain it; the voice had already shattered the chains of the past, nothing could restrain the voice-bearer, nothing could block or stop it.

If it cannot be imprinted, then break through the boundary!

These two voices belonged to the two oldest beings of Chinese mythology and ancient Babylonian mythology: Sui Ren Shi and Abzu.

Their dialogue was unbound, transmitted through the visions.

And when the vision froze, Abzu's voice emerged from within.

The voice came from the river of time within the vision, spreading across the Initial Realm, across all myriad realms.

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