I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night
Chapter 608 - 365: The Calamity that Crosses the River of Time! _3

Chapter 608: Chapter 365: The Calamity that Crosses the River of Time! _3

"The Saint Master’s perception of fortune and disaster is extremely keen."

"Thus, he sensed the coming of calamity and successfully thwarted the true destructive scheme planned by the Tribulation Ashes!"

"But for the Tribulation Ashes, it’s not completely in vain!"

"According to my understanding, he unwittingly neutralized a catastrophe, but it also consumed his fortune!"

"As this disaster descends, even Yuan Shan City will be annihilated, and that kind deity won’t be spared... This is a calamity that can slaughter gods!"

Duke Wei Ling said quietly, "With the Human Clan’s fortune weakened, killing the Saint Master... will be slightly easier!"

"..."

The Taiyin Thunder Envoy sighed and immediately said, "If you can’t kill the Saint Master, why stop me from killing the human who intruded into the Demon Domain?"

"He will soon no longer be of the Human Clan."

Duke Wei Ling shook his head slightly, saying, "If he’s killed, the Demon Domain will be utterly destroyed! So, we must allow him to find what he seeks... He will leave naturally!"

——

The vast and deceitful night.

Swarms of endless evil.

Only a tattered human figure could be seen walking on the earth.

He wielded a sword, slaughtering his way through the Demon Domain.

Yet, the most powerful beings in the Demon Domain remained silent, not coming to intercept.

"That unsettling Qi Mechanism earlier, on the other side of Taixuan Divine Mountain, is it Yuan Shan City?"

"Yes." The Bai Ying on his shoulder spoke in a low voice, "A calamity devised by nine Ancient Divine Spirits together."

"How powerful is it?" Li Shen Sect wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked.

"The Three Great Holy Lands fell and became part of this Demon Domain because of that calamity," Bai Ying said.

"Could they pay such a heavy price?" Li Shen Sect frowned.

"Have you forgotten the intelligence we received last time?" Bai Ying said, "Chen Long, the head of the Twelve Phases of Tribulation Ashes, preserved his body with a sliver of Divine Power, then removed his organs, dismantled his bones and dissected his intestines to send them everywhere, seeking a breakthrough in Refining God?"

"I remember, a mere Chen Long using such a method to break through is destined to lose control. A Refining God Realm like him doesn’t matter!" Li Shen Sect said, "At that time, the Starry River had already appeared, so I didn’t go to kill him."

"His breakthrough in the Refining God Realm was clearly for today."

Bai Ying said gently, "If the guess is correct, his organs, intestines, and bones are all inscribed with Divine Text... from different nine Venerate Ancient Gods!"

"These nine Divine Texts, once connected, form an appellation even the Divine Spirits daren’t utter—it’s the source of the calamity!"

"Currently, it seems the order has been disrupted, and each of the Ancient Divine Spirits inscribed one piece of Divine Text!"

"As long as someone arranges the Divine Texts in the correct order, the disaster will descend!"

"This way, distributed among these nine Ancient Divine Spirits, they won’t be completely destroyed!"

"But behind this matter, there must be an even more powerful ancient entity, who knows the ’appellation’ of that ancient existence and orchestrated this!"

"To make nine Divine Spirits, knowing the impact of disaster, each willing to inscribe a piece of Divine Text, such an entity must be extremely powerful."

"If the guess is correct, it should be a Heavenly God!"

Bai Ying paused, then said, "However, in this era, even a Heavenly God is constrained; as soon as the Starry River fully revives, you can stand beside him!"

"The Starry River fully revived?"

Li Shen Sect chuckled, his expression gradually dimming, and he sighed softly, "Even standing beside a Heavenly God, will I still be myself?"

——

Wutong Temple.

Three sticks of incense were inserted into the censer.

The white smoke spiraled, forming a virtual shadow, elegant and noble, with eyes looking toward the north.

"Is this the disaster crossing the river of time?"

"So the source of this disaster is from the Ancient Era, or even farther?"

"Then, in this era, does it still exist?"