Chapter 306: Ambush (Bonus Chapter, Requesting Subscription)

The World of Demigods.

A vast plain.

Two armies, each exceeding one hundred thousand, were locked in furious combat.

Though most were peasants armed only with pitchforks, lacking even leather armor.

Yet some were fully armored cavalry, their mounts clad in steel from head to hoof.

"For the Lord of Radiance!"

One side flew the banner of the Lord of Radiance; its elite cavalry rode pure white horses, tall and noble—members of the Church's Holy Knights.

The other side wore crimson armor, their banners golden, bearing a blazing sun.

"The Radiance is dead; the Sun shall rise again!"

"The Radiance Church has suffered divine retribution… Slay all these heretics!"

This side's knights were disorganized; besides the sun banners, they bore the crests of various noble houses.

Such as the tulip, the purple flowering ash, the golden lion, the great-antlered elk…

The entire battlefield was entangled with aura and spells, countless arrows raining from the sky.

Death…

Death everywhere…

The blood and flesh of countless enemies and allies merged, forming a long, flowing stream.

The battle raged on until noon, when the sun blazed at its zenith.

Roar!

A dragon's roar suddenly echoed.

From the ranks of the Sun God's cult, a colossal red dragon suddenly soared into the sky!

Its body exceeded a hundred meters; its wings spread wide enough to blot out the heavens, and it opened its maw, unleashing torrents of crimson dragonfire!

"It's the Pope of the Sun Heretics—Wol!"

"Damned traitor… Had the Holy Mountain not fallen, our Radiance Church's depth could have easily dispatched a Great Spirit to counter this…"

Several black-robed archbishops, hastily promoted from regional bishops, watched this sight and grew frantic.

"Wasn't this anticipated? For the victory of the Radiance, a little darkness and sacrifice are inevitable…"

An elderly black-robed bishop said calmly: "Notify the Cult of Sa Du, the Lotus Eaters, the Green Arrow Organization… Prepare to act."

To counter the newly born Sun God Church, the Radiance Church had compromised with numerous former demon cults.

It was, undeniably, a deeply ironic move.

But the world works this way: only the victor may write history.

Roar!

Mid-air, the crimson dragon spirit, moments ago exulting in its power, suddenly let out a mournful cry.

Upon its scales, one witch-poison incantation after another appeared.

In the void, a crimson, seductive lotus slowly bloomed, its countless stamens extending like arms, ready to bind and swallow the crimson dragon spirit.

"Your Holiness…"

Several noble lords of the Sun God Church immediately turned to Sophia.

"We worship the Sun God by faith alone; now, we must only pray devoutly, trusting that the Sun shall bring His miracle."

Sophia clasped her hands together and prayed slowly.

…

High above, a faint silver glimmer flashed, unseen until now.

Fang Xing's cultivation avatar appeared, immediately sensing this battlefield.

'Huh? Such a massive battle… How did this even erupt? Are Wol and Sophia really this powerful?'

Given the extreme danger of the Demigod World, Fang Xing had naturally sent his cultivation avatar ahead first.

His spiritual sense swept across the scene, and he felt a pang of surprise.

Then Fang Xing noticed Sophia's prayer:

"The Sun God, omnipresent!"

"The favorite child of the Pale Mother!"

"Master of death and rebirth!"

"I pray to You, pray for Your response, pray for Your miracle…"

…

Fang Xing's lips twitched: "Are these my followers? No… Their beliefs have been altered?"

"Now they worship… that offspring of the Radiance?"

"It replaced the original Sun God faith, abandoned the Radiance Church, and started anew?"

"Or… is it calling for death?"

Fang Xing immediately concealed his form and waited silently.

Soon, a pale sun appeared in the sky.

Under its light, the lotus withered rapidly, and the curses on the crimson dragon's scales dissolved just as fast.

'Fascinating!'

Fang Xing, seeing this, understood at once: 'For the Radiance offspring, the original Church was a tether? After severing the umbilical cord, it sought to flee—or even destroy it?'

'And now, it seems the ones supporting the Radiance Church are those "Primordial Spirits"?'

The path to transcendence in this world all originated from the Pale Mother.

Those Primordial Spirits ascended with astonishing speed because they devoured the Pale Mother, drawing nourishment from her.

But this had a cost: those Primordial Spirits could no longer leave the Pale Mother to descend into the mortal realm.

The only offspring still walking the world was the one who had broken free—the Radiance Offspring!

'Compared to the demon offspring slain by the Federation, these demon offspring seem smarter… or perhaps, less insane and chaotic?'

Fang Xing gazed at the pale sun, a surge of joy rising in his heart: "Still eighth realm… I can fight."

The rank of demon offspring could range from eighth to ninth, even tenth realm.

This Radiance Offspring clearly suffered from congenital malnutrition, with too many competitors feasting on the same source.

Postnatally, it fought against a horde of Primordial Spirits, still far from fully grown.

Yet now, it held the home-field advantage; if it continued growing slowly, it would surely ascend to ninth or even tenth realm.

And if the Pale Mother died, and the Radiance Offspring truly matured, devouring those Primordial Spirits and the Mother herself, it might even become a new Outer Demon God!

Precisely because this was a growing threat, Fang Xing had rushed to break through to eighth realm and come here to see if he could seize an advantage.

If the Radiance Offspring had already reached ninth or tenth realm, the worst he'd lose would be his cultivation avatar.

Now it seemed the opponent remained at eighth realm—this he could fight.

If he didn't kill it while still weak, and it absorbed the massive death and blood here to ascend to ninth realm, it would be over.

Fang Xing judged his own ascent speed might not keep pace with this demon offspring's explosive growth.

Then he'd have to abandon this world entirely.

Zzzt!

On the battlefield, Wol, in his dragon spirit form, was about to unleash his power when suddenly a chilling dread swept over him.

He turned his dragon eyes—and saw a horrifying sight.

A white rainbow, like a white beam piercing the sun, had pierced through the pure white sun!

Shhh! Shhh!

Only after his eyes registered this did the piercing whistles of countless sword qi slicing through air reach his ears.

"Hmph!" Fang Xing, clad in green robes, summoned the Jiao Wei Qin, a spiritual artifact, and plucked a single string.

Qing!

Under the martial, warlike melody, countless knights scrambled in panic, their horses collapsing to the ground, unable to rise again.

With just one pluck, Fang Xing halted this massive battle of hundreds of thousands.

Wol, meanwhile, stared blankly, as if recalling something, then instantly reverted to human form, sweat drenching his brow: "Sun God… What am I doing?"

On the ground, beneath the Jiao Wei Qin's area attack, countless soldiers fell like cut wheat, collapsing into unconsciousness…

Only a handful remained standing.

Fang Xing summoned the Qing Yang Demon Lamp; after consuming the fourth-rank cold flame, its "Soul-Devouring Demon Fire" had grown even stronger.

Now, merely its flames might threaten or severely wound a Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator—if they could burn the target's spiritual body.

His spiritual sense spread, bringing every inch within a hundred li under his control.

At once, his spiritual sense locked onto a suspect.

He blended among the Sun God Church's militia, clad in tattered leather armor, his skin unnaturally pale.

Zzzt!

Fang Xing flicked his finger; a pea-sized speck of Soul-Devouring Demon Fire fell from the sky, growing rapidly into a fireball the size of a house, descending like divine justice, engulfing the area where the suspect stood!

Xiong Xiong!

The flames erupted violently, ink-green fire melting metal and iron, burning a massive depression into the ground.

In an instant, the spot where the fire landed became a vast, deep pit.

Pah!

A pale, massive hand clung to the edge of the deep pit.

Then came another massive hand.

A pale giant, over twenty meters tall, crawled out of the pit.

He was naked, yet his muscular contours were flawless; behind him burned a strange solar imprint, like a tattoo, his features deep and sharp, making Fang Xing momentarily think he was gazing upon the "Thinker" statue of his past life.

It was indeed the Radiance Progeny!

Intense corruption followed, yet not a single mortal died or went mad.

After all, the inhabitants of this world lived within a realm formed after the death of an Outer God, long since "semi-divinely domesticated," immune to madness from merely gazing upon a God's progeny.

At this moment, the Radiance Progeny still burned with a layer of ink-green Soul-Eating Demon Fire.

But he opened his hand and simply wiped away that layer of ink-green flame.

As if this soul-burning, all-consuming fire were nothing more than ordinary flame.

This sight made Fang Xing's eyelid twitch slightly.

"Death!"

The God-Progeny spoke, uttering a phrase in the language of an Outer God.

BOOM!

A pale domain spread outward—any being within it, human or animal, plant or insect, fish or worm, instantly lost all life and perished utterly!

Unlike the Chaos Progeny, who wielded the authority of chaos.

This Radiance Progeny wielded the authority of death!

The pale expanse spread endlessly, bringing death to more than ten thousand?

"Go! Run!"

Vol seized Sophia and retreated at full speed.

"Sun God… what have we done?"

Sophia wept uncontrollably, seemingly shattered.

Vol remained silent.

As a former Church knight, he had encountered all manner of spirits.

But nothing as terrifying as this had ever occurred.

Without his knowledge, it had altered his perception, making him believe the pale sun was the true Sun God—even inciting a war for it.

He could see: that pale sun loved death, loved flesh…

Unlike the Deer-Headed Spirit, which needed only a dozen sacrifices to be sated, this pale sun demanded thousands upon thousands of deaths and flesh…

…

Fang Xing's head spun, then he shot backward as a blade of light, silently relieved.

This death domain clearly carried an "instant death" effect.

Fail a certain check, and you die immediately.

But he and his true body shared the same consciousness, possessing martial will—and he passed the death check.

Had this been any other Nascent Soul True Lord who failed, they'd now be corpses, their Nascent Soul unable to escape!

"Even an eighth-jing Outer God Progeny is immensely powerful—never underestimate them."

He sighed inwardly, as if a shadow had fallen over his head.

The pale Radiance Giant had appeared before him without warning, its massive hand crashing down.

WOOOO!

Amid wails like ghosts and wolves, the Spirit Artifact "Green Ghost Staff" shot skyward, towering like a pillar holding up heaven.

CRACK!

The "Green Ghost Staff" snapped clean in half—this fourth-rank low-grade Spirit Artifact was shattered in a single blow by the Pale Progeny!

But it bought just enough time for Fang Xing to escape the crushing palm.

"No… cultivators are at a disadvantage against God-Progeny!"

"After all, this world has no Qi… Nascent Soul cultivators can't absorb heavenly Qi—they're severely disadvantaged."

"Clearly, we should follow the advanced experience of the Blue Star Federation: send in martial artists!"

Fang Xing's thoughts flashed—he rapidly formed hand seals, and before him appeared a thunderous blade of light, coalescing into a white-gold colossal sword.

Its tip pointed skyward, then crashed down with a roar!

The Radiance Progeny raised one hand and seized the sword forged from Nascent Soul power; with slight pressure from his fingers, cracks spread across the blade.

"The gap is too great."

Fang Xing's cultivation avatar shook his head: "Fortunately, this isn't an attack—it's a diversion!"

Beside him, a silver flash appeared—Fang Xing's true body materialized.

On his true body still wore the "Wings of the Sun God," a scrapped mecha!

If he was going to act, he'd act fully.

Though this "Wings of the Sun God" was only seventh-jing, after the martial will runes were added, its second-layer rune pattern's spatial sealing reached eighth-jing power.

Not to mention the surprise third layer!

With Fang Xing's current mastery in the Martial Will Codex, he had already entered the realm of the Beast Diagrams—he could fully activate this armor!

Layer upon layer of rune patterns ignited across the Wings of the Sun God.

Countless runes spread into the void, forming a golden cage.

—Spatial Sealing!

Fang Xing activated the third-layer rune—flames erupted anew across the armor, clinging to the golden cage, another eighth-jing attack, even carrying the aura of the Buddha's Palm.

"So this is the 'surprise' Master Apollo spoke of? The Buddha's Palm? Indeed impressive… pity, I'm no longer Jin Gang."

Fang Xing clenched his five fingers into a palm.

A crimson sun appeared—the Great Sun Buddha Form descended, extending five fingers in a wheel, transforming into the Great Sun Buddha Palm!

Since ascending to Martial Saint, Fang Xing could now truly wield the supreme martial art: the Great Sun Buddha Palm!

No longer needed to expend Great Sun Divinity!

Yet at this moment, his third eye's Great Sun Relic spun—and a thread of Great Sun Divinity instantly vaporized!

Consuming Great Sun Divinity granted amplification, unleashing the full power of the Divine Palm!

A Buddhist lamp emerged from the sun—an infinite flood of light and fire drowned the Radiance Progeny…

Great Sun Buddha Palm, Second Form—Ancient Lamp, Ancient Buddha!

(End of Chapter)