A colossal golden staff stood tall, bridging the gap between heaven and earth.
The five ancient characters of Great Xia, "Ruyi Jingu Bang," were etched deeply into the souls of every living being who beheld it.
As the staff appeared, the oppressive divine pressure and the darkening sky were torn asunder, sweeping away the haze of despair. In its place rose a surge of excitement and pride born from the deepest depths of their bloodlines—a passion so intense it threatened to burst from their chests.
Within Cangnan City, countless citizens who had been trembling and prostrate under the divine pressure finally looked up.
Within the Nightwatch camp, Xia Simeng, Hongying, and countless young warriors stared blankly at the screen, watching the divine weapon that pierced the heavens. Their eyes blurred instantly, and hot tears streamed down their faces.
It was a legend.
It was a myth.
It was the story they had heard since childhood, a totem carved into their very bones.
At the top of the massive staff, space warped slightly, and a figure materialized from the void.
He wore a suit of golden chainmail that shimmered with brilliance. Atop his head sat a Phoenix-Winged Purple-Gold Crown, radiating iridescent light. On his feet were Cloud-Stepping Boots, surrounded by swirling auspicious clouds.
A pair of Fiery Golden Eyes pierced through all illusions, burning with an arrogance and defiance capable of incinerating the gods themselves.
The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong.
In the next instant, he appeared before the assembled gods, the iron staff that had just braced the heavens resting casually across his shoulders. His gaze swept contemptuously toward the other end, where two foreign god-kings stood as if facing a formidable enemy.
Zeus and Odin.
The corners of Sun Wukong's mouth curled into a grin of absolute, unrestrained arrogance.
"Two puny gods, daring to act wild on my turf?"
Divine light exploded from Odin's single eye as endless runes flickered in and out of existence around him. The majesty of a god-king made such provocation intolerable; he was just about to strike back with a divine word.
But as he stepped forward, a sliver of extreme sharpness made the hairs on his body stand on end.
In a flash, a Three-Point Double-Edged Spear appeared silently, barring his path.
Another immortal deity stood there, suspended in mid-air.
Clad in silver armor, he possessed a tall, upright stature and a handsome, commanding countenance. A vertical mark resided between his brows—half-closed, yet emitting a divine light that seemed to perceive all things in existence.
The newcomer was the Erlang Great Sage, Yang Jian.
He glanced indifferently at Sun Wukong. "You reckless monkey. Every time you make an entrance, you have to make such a scene. Truly quite the show."
Beside Odin, the giant wolf Fenrir—who had previously lost a leg to Ian—erupted with murderous rage.
"ROAR—!"
Fenrir let out a thunderous howl, its massive body transforming into a colossal shadow that swallowed the light. Carrying the power of the apocalypse, it lunged violently at Yang Jian.
However, the moment it moved, another, swifter black blur intercepted it mid-air!
It was the Howling Celestial Dog!
The divine hound and the demonic wolf engaged in a primal, savage brawl above the clouds. Each collision caused the high heavens to wail in pain, and the resulting energy fluctuations were more terrifying than the full-strength attacks of some lower-tier gods.
The ferocity of their clash was in no way inferior to the main battlefield below.
Meanwhile, on another battlefield in Great Xia, Master Chen was maneuvering his carriage, locked in a struggle with Indra, the God of Thunder, who rode a white war elephant.
Suddenly, a dazzling red streak, treading upon Wind and Fire Wheels and wielding a Fire-Tipped Spear, slammed down like a falling meteor.
It was the Great God of the Third Altar, Nezha!
He gave the Master Chen in the carriage a playful wink. "You've worked hard, old man. I'll take it from here!"
Before his words had even faded, roaring Samadhi True Fire ignited around him, transforming his entire being into a ball of raging flame. With sheer audacity, he charged alone toward Indra and several other powerful deities from the Indian pantheon!
Inside the command center of the Nightwatch camp, everyone, including Yuan Gang, stared intently at the screen.
Three gods of Great Xia stood in opposition to the gods of the West and India.
"Huaxia really has gods!"
On the battlefield, the brief standoff was broken.
Zeus and Odin finally snapped out of their shock, replaced by an infinite, boiling rage.
"Heretics!"
Zeus roared, hoisting his lightning scepter high. In an instant, thousands of golden divine bolts, thick as dragons and serpents, converged into a single spear of lightning meant to judge all creation. He hurled it violently at Sun Wukong!
Odin struck simultaneously. Gungnir, the Spear of Eternity, tore through the sky. The tip of the spear locked onto more than just Sun Wukong's physical body; it targeted his very causality and fate!
Facing the combined strike of two god-kings, Sun Wukong's Fiery Golden Eyes held only a fanatical will to fight.
He neither dodged nor retreated. He simply swung his iron staff upward, meeting the divine lightning and the spear head-on!
There was no technique, no complex law—only the purest, most unreasonable power capable of shattering everything!
"BOOM—!!!"
The spear of lightning shattered.
The spear of causality was crushed into pieces on a physical level by the sheer force of that single blow!
Zeus and Odin's pupils contracted in shock.
The more they fought, the more alarmed they became.
The authority of the god-kings, in which they took such pride, felt like wet paper under Sun Wukong's brutal staff, smashed to ruins.
Odin's vaunted wisdom and divine arts were completely transparent under Yang Jian's all-seeing third eye. Every rune was crushed by a precise beam of divine light the moment it lit up. Every tactical feint was easily seen through and met with an even more vicious counterattack.
What terrified them most was the clear sensation that their divine power was draining with every collision.
Yet the three gods of Great Xia seemed connected to an infinite source of energy. Their power showed no sign of waning; instead, they grew more valiant as the battle progressed.
This wasn't a fair fight.
This divine war occurring in the skies of Great Xia was being watched by every top power in the world via satellites and special means.
In Egypt, in the deepest depths of the Pyramid of Khufu, a withered figure wrapped in linen bandages slowly sat up from a golden sarcophagus. In his hollow sockets, two points of ghostly blue soul-fire flickered, reflecting the Eastern battlefield appearing in a basin of water.
"The gods of the East... have returned..."
On the edges of the chaotic battlefield, the God of Mischief, Loki, saw the situation plummeting. The thought of retreat had already taken root in his heart.
With both god-kings being suppressed, there was no point in him staying other than to serve as cannon fodder. His form grew ethereal as he prepared to turn into a phantom and slip away through the cracks of space.
Suddenly, a familiar figure blocked his path.
He was still wearing that yellow "MiTuan Delivery" uniform, and he still carried that slightly worn-out thermal box.
The delivery guy held the box in one hand and flashed his phone screen with the other. The professional smile on his face appeared exceptionally eerie and horrifying in Loki's eyes.
"Sir."
"The system has detected that you did not leave a five-star review."
"According to MiTuan Delivery's after-sales regulations, I need to have a deep communication with you until you are satisfied."
...
On the outskirts of Cangnan City, an ice-blue liquid dripped from the iron rod in Lin Qiye's hand.
At his feet lay the scattered ice shards of the last Frost Giant to explode.
He looked up, gazing at the world-shaking divine war in the sky.
Zeus's lightning, Odin's runes, Sun Wukong's space-shattering staff, Yang Jian's law-piercing spear...
Everything was clearly reflected in his vision, and the blood in his veins began to boil.
That violent power of combat, sharing the same origin as Sun Wukong's, was stirring within his limbs, as if resonating with the defiant figure in the heavens.
An unprecedented longing grew wildly in his heart.
He was no longer satisfied with cleaning up these foot soldiers.
His gaze moved past the ground, past the clouds, and locked firmly onto the ones fighting in the sky... the true gods.
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