Chapter 307: Gods? Merely So-So! (Request Monthly Votes! Request Follow-up Subscriptions!)

In the core region of the Immortal Mountain, a peak towering like a celestial pillar rose high, its five summits standing side by side like five fingers pressed upon the earth.

Upon one of these peaks stood a vast bronze hall, covered in green patina.

The divine voice had originated from within.

Peering through the gates, one saw a man seated upon a mat, enveloped in silver radiance, like an eternal sacred flame never extinguished.

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes, unleashing terrifying divine light—but his gaze burned with boundless fury.

“Damned little brat! How dare you desecrate the gods!”

The man’s name was Qin Wu, a direct scion of the Qin clan from the Upper Realm, dispatched to oversee the Dao lineage of the Immortal Mountain in the Lower Realm and to supervise the Supreme Rebirth Project here. Within the Immortal Mountain, he wielded absolute, unquestioned authority.

Yet today, someone had slipped past his watch and infiltrated the very heart of the Immortal Mountain; only when the intruder dismantled the array and nearly carried off the couple did he notice—filling Qin Wu with unbearable humiliation.

That alone would have been tolerable—if he captured that strange boy, he had countless ways to restore his honor and seize the secrets hidden within him, a double gain.

But the moment Qin Wu finished repairing the array and issued a threat demanding the boy surrender, the next instant, the boy turned Qin Wu’s own thunder technique against him.

The slap came swift and brutal; Qin Wu finally exploded in rage, immediately unleashing his divine sense to track the intruder’s whereabouts.

What he saw made him angrier still—he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The most core areas of the Immortal Mountain now lay in utter ruin; storerooms holding divine techniques, secret arts, and rare celestial treasures stood empty—so empty even a rat would refuse to glance inside.

Qin Wu’s eyes turned bloodshot, his fury reaching its peak. He expanded his array’s search radius and finally located the little brat in the last underground vault.

Seeing the intruder still calmly opening chests and collecting gear, Qin Wu laughed bitterly with rage, rapidly forming hand seals to deploy illusions, killing arrays, and death arrays, determined to grind the boy to dust and scatter his soul.

To his horror, the brat clearly understood arrays: the illusion array passed through him like air; the killing array crushed down, ignored; the death array sealed shut, shattered by a single punch.

In short, no matter how hard Qin Wu tried, he could not scratch the boy—even as he broke the arrays, the boy took time to open two more chests, a silent mockery that cut deeper than any blade.

“I am enraged beyond endurance!”

Qin Wu roared. Since igniting his divine flame and being sent to the Lower Realm, when had he suffered such humiliation? Instantly, his hands moved in rapid seals, his body blazing with blinding radiance.

With a deep hum, Qin Wu’s body nearly burned away as he retreated into the bronze hall, triggering some ancient array that transformed the entire ancient land—filling it with a terrifying aura.

Wu Xian, who had just found a gleaming white bone fragment in the corner, felt a faint tremor in his heart. He lifted his gaze, his sight piercing through layers of space toward the true form of the Immortal Mountain.

“Finally ready to get serious?”

Hummmmm—

The vast Immortal Mountain glowed. One of its peaks shed a beam of light, descending into the underground vault, forcing Wu Xian to recoil rapidly as his body erupted in crimson radiance—space itself ignited, coalescing into a blazing phoenix silhouette that tore through the light and soared skyward.

“This… is the True Phoenix Divine Art! And judging by its Dao resonance, it’s complete!!”

At the sight of the phoenix silhouette, Qin Wu was first stunned, then his face twisted into unmasked, greedy ecstasy.

The True Phoenix, one of the Ten Fiends, was often ranked alongside the True Dragon; its divine art was a supreme technique coveted by all major Dao lineages of the Upper Realm.

Alas, after the Immortal Ancient War, half the bloodlines of the Ten Fiends perished, and the True Phoenix Divine Art was lost.

Some ancient sects might possess fragments, but only scattered techniques—never complete—unable to unleash its true power.

Most crucially, the True Phoenix’s supreme Rebirth power was famed as a form of unyielding immortality; mastering it could drastically extend a cultivator’s lifespan and survivability, perfectly aligning with the Immortal Mountain’s own lineage, offering potential for further advancement.

“This supreme divine art belongs in the hands of the Qin clan!”

Qin Wu declared with iron certainty, his eyes blazing with heat.

He then withdrew a battle armor and spear from his storage pouch, donning them as dazzling silver radiance erupted, his aura surging higher.

Both were artifacts of divine rank, originally prepared for Qin Hao—but Qin Wu had authority to wield them, granting him strength beyond even that of a true god.

Clearly, after the earlier ordeal, he no longer underestimated Wu Xian—he now regarded him as an equal opponent, resolved to crush him utterly and extract the True Phoenix Divine Art.

“Surrender the divine art! I’ll spare your life!!”

Qin Wu gripped his spear, transforming into a streak of silver light as he charged the phoenix silhouette, his battle intent boiling.

The phoenix silhouette below responded without hesitation, letting out a cry and charging head-on.

The next instant, golden and crimson light collided—sky and earth plunged into silence and blinding whiteness.

The greatest sound is silent; the greatest form is formless.

Only after dozens of breaths did the world resume motion—a figure cloaked in flame was flung backward: Qin Wu, clad in divine battle armor.

Undoubtedly, in that direct clash, he had been utterly defeated by Wu Xian wielding the True Phoenix Divine Art.

“This is impossible!”

Qin Wu, enraged beyond reason, refused to accept this outcome. His divine armor blazed silver as he prepared to fight again.

Suddenly, crimson light flashed past.

Wu Xian appeared before Qin Wu, his back unfolding a pair of fiery crimson wings.

As the wings flapped, waves of infernal fire spread, the air warping with searing heat, transforming into a vast crimson sea that crashed downward.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh—!!!!”

Even with divine armor shielding him, Qin Wu felt as if he were inside a furnace, agony searing his soul; he wildly swung his spear, desperate for a glorious counterattack.

But it was useless.

Since igniting his divine flame, he had been stationed in the Lower Realm to guard the Immortal Mountain, living in comfort for years—he had never fought a true battle, let alone faced an opponent of his own level. How could he match Wu Xian?

Wu Xian’s body became a blur, his fists striking like thunder from every angle—up, down, left, right—while Qin Wu moved several beats too slow, desperately parrying blindly, relying solely on his divine armor’s defense.

But as time passed, the shockwaves from the armor accumulated, gradually damaging Qin Wu’s body; his parries slowed, then ceased entirely—he abandoned resistance as fist shadows piled upon him in layers.

Boom! Qin Wu flew backward hundreds of miles, crashing straight into the bronze ancient hall atop the Immortal Mountain, slumping like mud from the doorway.

“A god? Merely so-so…”

Wu Xian sneered, his posture utterly arrogant—enraging Qin Wu into vomiting blood again.

“Five Elements Mountain! Aid me!”

Refusing to yield, he chanted incantations, kneeling in agony within the hall, devoutly worshiping.

The Immortal Mountain glowed faintly; one peak turned translucent, shedding crimson light that enveloped Wu Xian’s body, instantly sweeping him away into the mountain’s internal space—as if imprisoning him.

“Hahahaha—Brat! See this? This is the price of desecrating the gods!!”

Qin Wu rejoiced as if he himself had defeated Wu Xian.

He then prostrated himself repeatedly before the Immortal Mountain, begging it to hand Wu Xian over to him for punishment.

“Sigh…”

A weary sigh echoed. The Immortal Mountain released another beam of light, and Wu Xian’s figure reappeared before Qin Wu—eyes closed, senses sealed, as if in deep slumber.

Seeing this, Qin Wu sneered, raised his spear, and thrust it straight at “Wu Xian’s” chest.

Puff! Smoke exploded.

To Qin Wu’s stunned disbelief, there was no Wu Xian before him—only a single hair drifted slowly from midair, then burned to nothingness in the flames.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh—I hate this!!!”

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