Chapter 640: The Twilight of the Gods

【Name: Fang Xing】

【Age: 129/∞】

【Class: Druid Level 25 / Star Warrior Level 20 / True Demon Lord Level 5 / Destruction Sovereign Level 5】

【Realm: Thirteenth Realm (Dharma Lord)】

【Talent: Nature Affinity, Wild Shape, Plant Growth, Toxin Immunity, Eternal Youth, Thorn Spell, Bark Skin, Natural Healing, Tree Person Awakening, Tree Shepherd, Toughness, Combat Casting, Enlightenment Spell, Regeneration, Ageless Body, Natural Summoning, Advanced Natural Healing, Wrath of Nature, Immortality, Beyond Divine Sight, Immunity to Instant Death, Immunity to Time Stop, Natural Teleportation, Union with Nature, Immunity to Fire Damage, Immunity to Acid Damage, Immunity to Lightning Damage, Immunity to Frost Damage…】

【Skill: Perfect Hand (Master 800/800), Origami Art (Master 800/800), Beast Taming Art (Master 800/800), Qi Concealment Art (Master 800/800), Mind Confusion Art (Master 800/800), Flying Sword Art (Master 800/800), Divine Invocation Art (Master 800/800), Skin Painting Art (Master 800/800), Eight Divine Incantations (Master 800/800)…】

【Divine Trait: Reality Alteration, Divine Shield, Divine Amplification…】

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"Total class level 55?"

"I'm so strong now!"

Fang Xing clenched his fist, and his natural form swelled again!

Even the Great Zhou Golden Men before him looked like tiny children…

"This… is divine descent?"

The Black and White Protectors stared, eyes wide: "So Master Fang Xing is a Divine Chosen?"

In that moment, all their doubts were resolved.

Why had the Poisonous Hand Scribe acted this way?

Because Fang Xing is the direct son of the God of Destruction!

After all, such divine descent is a divine grace even the Left and Right Envoys might not summon!

"No! Not divine descent!"

The Poisonous Hand Scribe knelt down, eyes blazing with fervor: "My Lord… You walk among mortals as if walking in heaven!"

He understood better than the Black and White Protectors; tears flew as he cried: "My Lord, you have been beside me all along—forgive my blindness, for I failed to recognize your true identity…"

Fang Xing's current state was not divine descent—it was the true form of a deity manifesting in the mortal realm!

A deity's true form never leaves its divine realm.

Once it departs the divine realm and enters the material world, it suffers severe suppression, entering the 'Saint Form'!

Though still immensely powerful, this form can now be killed.

In truth, if not for Fang Xing's Druid avatar, the suppression would be even greater!

His class level would drop to around level 40!

Saint Form looks powerful, but it's useless!

Because deities have divine avatars—when they descend into the mortal realm, they possess equal Saint Form power!

Thus, all gods never leave their divine realms; they only send avatars.

Even when they hoard divine power, they choose 'divine descent'—selecting a vessel to receive their avatar.

This reduces suppression in the mortal realm and cuts divine energy cost, but the vessel's lifespan and soul rapidly decay…

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Fang Xing thought, and the earth cracked—strange, thick vines emerged, binding the six semi-divine Golden Men tightly.

These six Great Zhou Golden Men were immobilized by slender green vines.

"Demon?"

The Great Zhou general's face turned pale—then he saw the natural giant wave its hand.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The earth roared; crimson magma surged like a tidal wave, drowning him and his troops…

Dealing with these Great Zhou troops required no effort from Fang Xing.

His true target had always been the gods above.

And now, Fang Xing finally felt the gaze from the Heavenly Court!

Under such overwhelming scrutiny, even the 【Beyond Divine Sight】 talent was shattered.

That gaze belonged to the 'God of Imperial Rule and Kingship'!

"It's time to reveal the dagger."

Fang Xing released his perception.

The 【Union with Nature】 talent was not merely about transforming into a natural giant.

Its true essence was oneness with heaven and earth, merging with the world's primordial source.

At this moment, he was Nature itself!

And now, he would deliver Nature's Judgment!

"Spirits of Nature, primordial essence of the world… heed my call!"

"The Heavenly Court is an outsider, an ancient heresy from beyond, inherently destined to overthrow the Great Zhou!"

As Fang Xing's voice rose, like a chant, a mysterious force gathered—【Destiny】!

Local cultivators, native children of the world, possessed Destiny!

Though this residue was slight, it was enough to draw the world's primordial source into attention!

Splash! Splash! Splash!

Above the heavens, a single eye split open—like the Eye of Heaven.

It was not the world's primordial source—it was the eye of the Heavenly Court's master, the 'God of Imperial Rule and Kingship'!

His pupil was cold, utterly indifferent.

After all, even Destiny could not overcome power!

The ancient heresy was already a pariah—it could never rise again!

"The gods made covenants with mortals, yet abandoned their followers' souls… this is moral failure!"

Fang Xing's voice continued.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

Across the earth, a transparent, phantom river of Ming flowed.

Brilliant red Bian flowers bloomed.

Amid the sea of flowers, an old monk and countless ragged souls wept blood, each voicing accusations. Countless cries merged into one voice:

"Willing to become a divine corruption, to take the gods' lives!"

"May the gods fall into the same abyss!"

"May… there be no gods in this world!!!"

"May there be no gods in this world!!!"

Above, the celestial eye trembled with fury—as if defied by ants.

Above the blue heavens, that eye showed shock and anger, as if defied by a mere ant.

Even if the gods lacked Destiny and broke their covenants, it meant nothing!

The only law that truly ruled the world was power! Might!

What did the people's hatred matter? The gods could destroy the world and recreate life!

Without power, you are nothing!

"I am Nature!"

Fang Xing roared, deafening: "I declare… the gods are guilty! They are enemies of Nature!"

Now, Fang Xing fused his true form to complete the final link.

He was accuser, judge, and proclaimer of the gods' guilt.

"The gods are guilty… they shall be judged!"

"The gods are guilty... they must be judged!"

Fang Xing had no power to judge the gods—but he chose the perfect moment.

The Great Zhou Emperor was dead; the core of the divine dynasty's order had briefly collapsed into chaos.

This would be trivial under normal circumstances—but now, it was deadly!

Moreover, Fang Xing had activated a secret technique from the 【Pan Wu Scripture】, using the method of a Level 15 Eternal Being to punish a group of Level 13 True Gods!

"Fate's struggle is inferior to the struggle of the world!"

Heaven's timing, earth's advantage, human harmony—all aligned!

Even so, not a single god perished.

Yet within the Great Zhou pantheon, surging divine power erupted—each True God's true form roared in fury.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

The world's primordial source erupted!

This world's primordial source was immensely powerful—equal to a Dao Master—otherwise it could not sustain so many True Gods, nor upper and lower planes.

The primordial source surged, boundless source-energy like an ocean, crashing as tidal waves toward each divine realm!

The primordial force erupted; endless source energy surged like an ocean, crashing into wave after wave against those divine realms!

Unending cries of despair echoed.

The gods, targeted by Nature, could no longer keep their true forms safely within their divine realms!

—This was Fang Xing's greatest scheme.

This was Fang Xing's greatest scheme!

He seized the gods' vulnerabilities, spent years building up his strength, and took advantage of this divine opportunity—all to drag the gods down from their divine realms!

A divine realm is like a turtle's shell; killing a god's true form within its own realm is far too difficult!

Thus, Fang Xing chose a different approach: he pulled the gods down to his own level, then used his vast experience to defeat them!

Most crucially!

When the gods' true forms fall, their avatars cannot function—only their Saint forms remain!

And they had made no prior preparations; their Saint forms descended hastily, each possessing only around Level 40 power!

Only someone like Fang Xing, who had split his soul in advance and chosen an infant to grow slowly while merging with the world, could break this limitation!

If he had no Druid avatar, then his true form falling into the mortal realm would leave him stripped of his 25 Druid levels—merely a powerful Saint at Level 40.

The gods could certainly have planned ahead, but now, it's too late!

In other words, they have all fallen squarely within Fang Xing's kill zone!

Once found, they can be easily slain!

And the gods' true forms correspond one-to-one with the Twelve Golden Men, bound by mystical connections…

"No!"

Within the Zhou Shenchao pantheon, the God of Shadows and Thieves roared—he was weaker, his true form already unable to endure, and he could only transform into a streaking meteor, plummeting into the mortal realm.

As he fell, every mortal worshiper of the God of Thieves screamed in agony, feeling half their divine blessings vanish!

Worse still, all his avatars, deprived of the divine power reserves from his realm, vanished simultaneously!

In other words, the God of Thieves had become nothing more than an ordinary top-tier thief in the mortal realm—with only one true form left!

Even a group of demigods could likely kill him—and perhaps even seize everything he possessed!

…

Zhou Shenchao, Imperial Capital.

Amidst the white mourning garb, ministers, royalty, and high-rank practitioners all suddenly looked up, seeing one meteor after another plummeting from the sky.

The fall of the God of Shadows and Thieves was only the beginning!

After him, the God of Love, the God of Courage and Strength, both could no longer hold on, descending as Saints.

In the end, even powerful deities like the God of War, and even the God of Imperial Rule and Kingship, could not escape it!

"The Twilight of the Gods… has begun."

From the deepest reaches of Heaven's Court, a vast, majestic voice rang out: "War… descend to the mortal realm, but preserve yourself… Nature's backlash is fierce, yet even the strongest bowstring eventually snaps…"

Then, the gods may return to their divine realms and resume ruling this world!

They were caught off guard this time, but it doesn't matter.

As long as they endure, the future remains bright!

Boom!

The God of War roared, his true form becoming a crimson meteor streaking across the heavens, like the banner of Chi You.

From the deepest reaches of Heaven's Court, the God of Imperial Rule and Kingship sighed softly: "The Twelve Golden Men… could this, too, be the world's backlash?"

(End of Chapter)