Chapter 639: Assassinating the Emperor

The Zhou Shenchao, Imperial Capital.

In the distance, a flash of swordlight pierced the sky like a white rainbow piercing the sun.

Then…

…all manner of clamor and chaos…

"Has it begun?"

Fang Xing gazed toward Lu Zhong's direction and murmured softly.

In an instant, his Spirit Illusion Paper House Dimension expanded, revealing a boundary hovering between reality and illusion.

The sky was gray and hazy, countless paper money rained down like heavy snow, settling upon the five golden figures.

Those golden figures were rapidly covered in paper slips, as if transforming into colossal paper effigies.

Even amid the chaos in the Imperial Capital caused by the Emperor's assassination, this sight could not be ignored.

Amid flashes of teleportation light, several figures appeared in succession.

They were unmistakably the Chief of the Si Tian Jian, the Chief of the Si Ming Jian, and the Leader of the Night Watchers.

These were three semi-god-level beings!

Upon seeing this, their faces twisted with shock and fury: "How dare you, villain?!"

The Chief of the Si Ming Jian raised a hand, and the very fabric of heaven and earth in the region seemed to freeze in an instant.

Even the breeze ceased to stir; the falling paper money hung suspended as if encased in ice.

—Time Stopped!

Within this frozen stillness, the Chief of the Si Ming Jian blurred into a purple shadow and shot straight toward Fang Xing.

The next instant!

Fang Xing suddenly moved—he pressed one hand downward, and an odd force struck the Chief of the Si Ming Jian, throwing him off balance.

Then, before his eyes appeared a hand as smooth as jade.

Slap!

Fang Xing brought his palm down with the might of the Covering Heaven Palm and Mount Wuzhi, crushing it onto the Chief of the Si Ming Jian's crown.

Puff!

In the next instant, the head of this Si Ming Jian semi-god exploded outright.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A gentle breeze stirred at last; the air began to flow again.

The Chief of the Si Tian Jian, witnessing this, could not help but flinch.

This enemy had clearly crossed that boundary—ignited the Divine Flame and entered the realm of the semi-god!

No mistake!

During his years of wandering, Fang Xing had leveled up twice more—he was now a Level 25 Druid!

The Druid class had a major threshold every five levels.

At Level 25 now, he had stepped across the threshold into semi-godhood!

At Level 30 and above, one entered the domain of the gods!

"Originally… I thought I could survive until becoming a true god. But now I see—I underestimated the heroes of this world."

Fang Xing gave a wry smile.

Warfare is a matter of life and death—it must be as hidden as darkness and as sudden as thunder!

This sudden strike by the Zhou Shenchao against the Outer Lands perfectly embodied this principle!

They mobilized only top-tier combatants, not entire field armies; thus, even Fang Xing's hidden agents within the True Demon Lord's network had no word of it.

"But now that the cards are on the table, it's still acceptable—as long as I secure those golden figures…"

Rustle! Rustle!

In these few precious moments, sheets of paper money had completely covered the golden figures, leaving not a single glimmer of gold exposed.

Then, all five golden figures vanished simultaneously, drawn into Fang Xing's Spirit Illusion Paper House Dimension.

Ding! Ding!

At that very moment, urgent bells suddenly rang throughout the Imperial Capital!

"Impossible—the Ai Long Bell has rung?"

"His Majesty… has ascended to heaven!"

The Leader of the Night Watchers froze, then turned and flew without looking back toward the imperial carriage.

The death of the Zhou Emperor meant he had failed grievously in his duty!

Moreover, the core power of the Zhou Shenchao now lay in vacuum—requiring intense power struggles…

As a semi-god with personal ambitions, he could not waste his life fighting an enemy who could effortlessly slay semi-gods!

And as soon as the Leader of the Night Watchers fled, the Chief of the Si Tian Jian knew the tide had turned.

"My lord… are you the mastermind behind this?"

His face looked weary and aged; his cloudy eyes fixed on Fang Xing.

Fang Xing merely smiled, and a flash of spiritual light shimmered over his body.

In an instant, his form vanished.

—Natural Teleport!

It was a new talent he gained upon reaching Level 24 Druid—allowing him to teleport to any Sacred Grove he had established.

…

The Outer Lands.

The Shanmen of Feijian Gate.

The bamboo forest stood lush and green.

The Left Messenger of the Shasheng Jiao, Poisonous Hand Scholar, White Fa Wang, and Black Fa Wang all arrived, staring at the Zhou Shenchao army.

"The Zhou Shenchao army has made no large-scale movements—these are merely the original garrison troops from Sanjue Pass… yet they've transported six golden figures here…"

The Left Messenger gazed at the scene, a mad grin spreading across his face: "If I sacrifice myself, I might drag one or two away as offerings to my Lord."

"Damn it, why are we fighting here to protect the natural plants of the Natural Gate?"

The White and Black Protectors were utterly baffled.

"Because… it is a divine decree!"

Poisonous Hand Scholar whispered.

"Then if that's the case, there's no problem."

Black Fa Wang sneered: "Let us here offer His Most Beloved Offering to our Lord…"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The six massive golden figures began to move slowly, each step triggering a miniature earthquake.

At that moment, within Feijian Gate's Sacred Grove, tens of thousands of mu of bamboo forest erupted in turmoil—natural spiritual light surged forth, forming an arched gateway.

Fang Xing stepped out from within.

Though he had wandered far and long, he had not aged a single day.

"After half a lifetime of wandering, I return still a youth…"

Fang Xing chose Feijian Gate—the sect's base closest to Sanjue Pass—as his teleportation point because he knew the situation was dire. Seeing Poisonous Hand Scholar bring the entire Shasheng Jiao's strength here, he was satisfied with his work.

"Lord Fang Xing!"

Poisonous Hand Scholar bowed: "The Zhou army is at our gates—what shall we do?"

His tone was calm; even if Fang Xing ordered him to die, he would not hesitate.

Such is the terrifying devotion of a fanatic!

"Six golden figures—excellent… now they're complete."

Fang Xing flew beyond Feijian Gate's territory, hovering high above, gazing at the six golden figures and the Zhou generals—his lips curled into a smile: "All of it… is ending."

"Is this… the Elder Ancestor of the Natural Gate?"

On the back of a strange beast, the Zhou garrison commander stared at Fang Xing and recalled intelligence from the Outer Lands.

"A mere Yangshen Posterior Realm—dare you stand before the armies of the Zhou?"

The Zhou General sneered coldly—even if Poisonous Hand Scholar exhausted himself invoking divine grace, he was still only a semi-god's strength.

!

The advantage is mine—how can the enemy possibly turn this around?

…

All of this was witnessed by Fang Xing within his Divine Realm.

"Destruction… you secretly plotted to assassinate the Divine Heir?"

Outside the Divine Realm, the Lord of War let out a deafening roar—and stormed directly into Fang Xing's Divine Realm.

After all, true gods never let their true bodies leave their Divine Realms.

Thus, what arrived were only divine avatars.

Though divine avatars were precious—if destroyed, they caused great loss of divine power.

If too many were lost, they might even fall into slumber like Fang Xing.

But it was still far better than the true body perishing.

Now, Fang Xing's scheme had clearly enraged the Zhou Divine Pantheon.

These Zhou Shenchao deities have decided that even at great cost, they must utterly breach and destroy the God of Destruction's divine realm!

Boom!

Within the destruction zone of the Shadow Realm.

Scenes of war flickered into view, like an iron tide surging across the land.

Fang Xing had never had many petitioners to begin with; otherwise, this assault would have devastated his realm's foundations.

Shadows emerged in the void.

It was the God of Shadows and Thieves—He leapt nimbly, his daggers slashing across the necks of several Giant Beasts of Destruction.

Though these tiny daggers were negligible against the colossal size of the Giant Beasts, the paralyzing and lethal effects embedded within them caused the beasts to collapse one by one, instantly slain!

"Since the last time the God of Destruction slept, His divine power has clearly not yet recovered..."

"This time, the cost we pay should be less than we imagined..."

A faint smile crossed the face of the Goddess of Love.

If a deity's true form is slain, it is true death!

"God of Destruction... come forth and fight!"

The God of War transformed into a colossal war titan, gazing at the ruined temple and the youth seated upon the Throne of Destruction, roaring in challenge.

He had once pounded the God of Destruction before—and now, even within the enemy's own realm, he felt confident.

Within the God of War's divine realm, horns had already sounded; elite legions were fully mobilized.

In fact, the Lord of War had already prepared to sacrifice every one of his avatars here!

Today, this battle must end in god-slaying!

"God of War... our battlefield is not here."

Upon the Throne of Destruction, Fang Xing's true form smiled faintly—then his body dissolved into a shooting star, plummeting downward.

"What?"

The God of Shadows and Thieves, seeing this, was stunned: "He... he abandoned his divine realm? His true form leaving the realm... descending into the mortal world?"

"Hah! This rat is asking for death!"

The God of War laughed.

If a true god gains immense power within his own realm, he suffers terrible suppression upon entering the mortal world.

Within the God of Destruction's realm, they might have to die in dozens of avatars over many years just to kill his true form.

But in the mortal world, once they find him, the God of War was certain even a single avatar could slay his true form!

"You've chosen your own death!"

The God of War roared.

At the same moment.

The Outer Lands.

Fang Xing in the high sky froze.

A streak of destruction-like meteor flashed across the horizon—and vanished into his body in an instant!

He and his true form had always been split between mortal and divine, yet shared one consciousness.

Now, they merged directly.

"Ah!"

Fang Xing roared, his body instantly swelling into a colossal giant!

Earth, fire, wind, and water swirled around him, his "Nature Avatar" surging in power like a true deity!

No—he was now a deity!

This was his new talent, gained at level 25 as a Druid—【Union with Nature】!

At this moment, his status bar flashed wildly:

【You have transcended into a deity! Deity panel merged! Entering Saint Form!】

【You have gained an additional class, now integrated into your level!】

【You have gained Divine Abilities: Reality Alteration, Divine Shield, Divine Amplification!】

【You have gained new talents: Immunity to Fire Damage, Immunity to Acid Damage, Immunity to Lightning Damage, Immunity to Frost Damage...】

(End of Chapter)