Chapter 780: Chapter 780 Daolord   Everyone was stunned, looking into the distance where dust billowed towards the sky. They stood there like clay models or wooden carvings, unmoving and unable to utter a single word. The small, broken temple gates, the crumbling walls and ruins, and debris scattered all around, accompanied by the dead old tree and weeds half a man’s height painted a scene of desolation. But now, who would dare to underestimate it? A gigantic, earthy yellow hand receded from the void and disappeared into the temple gate. This sight stupefied everyone! Cultivators from various schools stood still, shocked and a bit foolish, as the scene and outcome stunned each person present. Far away, the mountain ridges were crushed. That was a Celestial God, vehemently slapped away, toppling over more than twenty mountains, the ground splitting apart, and giant rocks crumbling the clouds! There was blood on the ground, flowing like a small river, dyeing that stretch of mountains a shocking crimson. “Is this real?” Someone murmured in a hushed tone, fearing to provoke some taboo. “What… what did I just see? Oh heaven, a Celestial God who looked high and mighty and scorned all creatures of every race, was slapped away!” someone shouted as if awakening from a dream. People were parched and swallowing hard, finding it unbelievable and inconceivable that such a scene, such an outcome could be so shocking! In front of the ruined temple gate, there was only a young man standing on the rubble, his black hair, and pure eyes made him appear composed and serene. “Boom!” Far away on the mountains, a massive figure stood up, shaking off the mountains that pressed on him. He was imposing, with eyes like two bloody moons, terribly frightening, staring in this direction. He walked over with an overwhelming intention to kill, and his every step shook the entire mountainous land violently, causing rocks to tumble and the towering ancient trees to rustle and shed their leaves in disarray. All Cultivators from various schools were terrified, instinctively stepping back, feeling a biting coldness within and trembling under this astonishing pressure, their souls quivering. Many shivered uncontrollably under this supreme majestic force; some couldn’t help but kneel down involuntarily, with their Bone Text blazing, prostrating themselves in worship towards that Celestial God. This was submission, uncontrollable and stemming from the soul and instinct, an unconditional compliance and reverence towards a higher being—a Celestial God! The might of a Celestial God was unstoppable, and lower ranked Cultivators could only face them with an innate dread and were compelled to bow their heads in submission. However, such a high and mighty being had just been slapped away and had an arm broken off! “Qi Daolin!” Celestial God Mo Luo roared with rage, his voice trembling across the wild, as if thunder rumbled in the sky, breaking apart clouds in all directions and dispersing them. “Ah!” Some cried out, clutching their ears as they stumbled back. Others bled from all seven orifices, their faces drained of color, retreating in horror. This kind of might was truly astounding. “Ancestors!” The people of the Celestials Clan cried out, looking at the approaching Celestial God. “What’s all this noise for, show some respect, or you’ll be annihilated!” An impatient voice came from inside the small broken temple gate, exuding dominance and disdain. Everyone felt a chill down their spine and goosebumps all over—it was frightening how casually that voice spoke of slaughtering a Celestial God as though it was only to be expected. “Daolord Qi, why do you do this? I have no grudge against you.” The ground trembled as the enormous Celestial God took steps forward. Some boulders even lifted off the ground due to the vibrations, tossed about like grains in a sieve, and then fell back down. With each step he took, the mountains, dead wood, and other large objects on the ground were similarly shaken into the air, while the thick, old trees rooted in the ground trembled violently, on the verge of snapping. It was like an earthquake! Now he was near, and people could see him! “With no grudge or enmity, what are you doing at my temple gate, bullying my disciples? Are you seeking death, yearning to be reduced to ashes?!” Qi Daolin’s voice resounded, forceful and leaving no room for reply. This was not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry, but a Celestial God. Yet Daolord Qi’s attitude was hostile and his tone cold, conveying he could extinguish the life of such a being without a second thought. “The old ancestor is grievously injured!” The strong members of the Celestials Clan felt alarmed, experiencing a chilling thrill that such a powerful figure in their clan had been struck to this state. For them, it was as if the sky had fallen; these were the high-ranking members of the clan who protected the prosperity of the Celestials Clan in the higher realms, but now one of them had lost an arm! All of this was because of a young man. As the Celestial God approached, he wore Purple-gold Armor that emitted a terrifying brilliance, exuding a daunting aura of slaughter. On his head, he wore a Purple-gold Crown, binding his long hair. His gaze was immensely frightening, more blazing than the Sun, making it impossible for others to meet his eyes directly. Anyone who did was struck with intense soul pain. One could only lower their head to him or look up to him from behind, without directly gazing at him, such was the celestial might. However, the situation of this Celestial God was not very good. Half his body was bleeding profusely, his right arm severed, his Purple-gold Armor shattered, and his blood had even splattered onto his hair. “Buzz!” Celestial God Mo Luo shone with light, and the void trembled. The splintered bones of his previously exploded arm and the scattered blood essence rapidly flowed back together, reconstituting his arm. Finally, he burst forth with vigorous brilliance of symbols, and his severed arm regenerated. This was the might of a Celestial God. Even if limbs were severed, they could quickly regrow, without needing prolonged recovery, for at such a realm they were considered lofty, surpassing the comprehension of many strong beings. “He’s just a Loose Cultivator, many people are aware of it, so how did he become your disciple, Daolord Qi?” The Celestial God Mo Luo’s attitude had clearly softened a lot. “Am I not generous enough recently? And why should I explain anything to you? If you don’t recognize kindness, don’t blame me for being ruthless!” Qi Daolin scolded. “Daolord Qi, do not forget that you once studied in my Celestials Clan.” Mo Luo reminded. “Shut up. I was stealing knowledge, not studying. Now, will you leave or not?” Qi Daolin said, not embarrassed in the slightest, but asserting his position with confidence. Many were speechless, shocked at his assertiveness, but also marveling at how unorthodox this Daolord was. Only some older figures knew the reasons; half of the schools from which Qi Daolin had stolen knowledge were ones he despised, thus he deliberately learned from them. Once the sole inheritor of an ancient Dao lineage, Qi Daolin faced a joint attack by the Immortal Hall and humans, during which some schools kicked him while he was down and even past allies stood by and watched him suffer. Therefore, Qi Daolin later crazily stole knowledge to strengthen himself, intending to bring chaos to some schools. Celestial God Mo Luo’s face turned ashen, stuck in place, deeply humiliated. Daolord Qi was relentlessly aggressive and cold, putting him in a dilemma. At the same time, he was extremely shocked. Back when Qi Daolin was besieged by the various schools, his combat power was not weaker than an ordinary Sect Hierarch, but he was still lacking in realm. Back then, both he and Qi Daolin were Celestial Gods, but looking at him now, Qi Daolin had long transcended above, leaving Mo Luo with a bitter taste in his mouth! Mo Luo was much older than Qi Daolin, but the latter rose rapidly, becoming a ruler in his own right in the shortest time, leaving Mo Luo far behind. Feeling incredibly unbalanced, Mo Luo, therefore, addressed him by his first name upon their initial meeting, somewhat overstepping. But now, he fell silent. “Ancestor, half of our six champions have fallen; True Gods have perished as well, and You Yu has been bisected, losing the Heavenly Destiny Stone and falling into the hands of that vile beast!” A Deity of the Celestials Clan whispered indignantly. “What?!” Mo Luo exclaimed in anger. Other losses were bearable, but the parting of You Yu and the priceless Heavenly Destiny Stone was intolerable. For one, a Heavenly Destiny Stone meant that they could create an unparalleled master to shelter the Celestials Clan from decline, perhaps even lead to a revival and its ultimate glory. He fixed his gaze on Shi Hao, his eyes shooting sharp, icy rays, intent on vengeance, unwavering in his resolve. “Daolord Qi, have him hand over our clan’s strange rock!” Mo Luo demanded. “What gives you the right to boss around, thinking I won’t kill you because I’m in a good mood?” A grand voice boomed from inside the small mountain gate, startling everyone, as they watched ripple after ripple spreading out in golden hue, charging towards Mo Luo. It was merely a voice, but now it took shape, more fervent than Bone Text, more vast than an ocean, all pressing down on that high and mighty Celestial God. Mo Luo was shocked. The first time might have been overlooked, but this time he was well prepared, shielding himself with a secret treasure bestowed by an elder Celestial, yet still unable to hold out! Under the pressure of this divine sound, amidst the golden ripples, his whole body was flung sideways, as if struck by a huge hammer, the sound of his breaking bones resounding and blood gushing from his mouth. Celestial God Mo Luo crashed into a distant mountain range, badly wounded and struggling to rise. The scene fell deathly silent, everyone trembling at the display of such might!? The Celestials Clan looked ashen-faced, from Venerable Ones to Deities shaking, wondering how they could go to battle when even a Celestial from their clan couldn’t withstand a single blow, sent flying like this. They looked at the youth at the mountain gate, realizing for the first time that they had provoked a significant trouble, unleashing such a disaster! But it was too late for regrets, the great enmity was already settled. Suddenly, a wave of energy approached, and a road of golden light unfolded for who knows how many tens of thousands of miles, arriving swiftly, bearing two figures radiating a sky-reaching divine glow. A middle-aged man with a piercing gaze was supporting an old man, the two accompanied by the resonance of the Dao, stepping on the golden light road spanning tens of thousands of miles, they appeared here! Such a method stunned the Cultivators from various schools, rendering them silent with astonishment, unable to speak out of turn. “Protector!” Members of the Celestials Clan shouted out, near tears, having been suppressed miserably this time. Seeing a taboo figure from their clan, they felt as though they had found a mountain to lean on. Usually, it was they who suppressed others, incredibly domineering. Today, however, they faced repeated setbacks, with even a Celestial God scolded until he spat blood and was sent flying, their mood was imaginable. “Daolord Qi, are you declaring war on my Celestials Clan?” asked the middle-aged man on the golden light road. He too was a Celestial God, once of the same realm as Qi Daolin. “Would you dare to fight?” A calm voice emanated from inside the mountain gate, followed by an additional sentence, “I welcome the challenge!” Everyone trembled, Qi Daolin, alone, wanted to challenge an entire clan? Specifically, an ex-imperial clan! The scene was quiet. The Celestial God didn’t dare speak again, knowing the implications were tremendous. If he dared to respond, it could lead to a clan war, affecting their tribe’s fortune for a hundred thousand years! “Little Qi, your temper is getting bigger and bigger,” said the Protector of the Celestials Clan, his body withered and a pair of black horns on his head, surrounded by a hazy radiance. With brilliant shine, an additional figure joined the front of the Supreme Dao Ground gate; Qi Daolin appeared, clad in a golden robe fluttering, his presence transcendent, as if an Immortal beyond the mortal world. “Young contenders competing is one thing; it’s barely acceptable for someone at the Divine Fire Realm to intervene.” Qi Daolin stood there, his divine light illuminating all, his voice turning cold, “Even Celestial Gods dare to approach? If you truly wish for death, come and I will slay as many as you send!” His words rang clear like the clang of swords, shaking the hearts of all who heard, instilling a sense of fear. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————- (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.) 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