Chapter 318
"You dare impersonate a divine being! What audacity! You...”
“You blasphemer of the celestial gods.”
In the midst of it all, the young man with antlers spoke, his tone neither sad nor happy.
His voice was deep and magnetic, and his eyes seemed to hold an eternal spark, making it hard to look directly at him.
“I have slumbered for millennia, long since detached from the affairs of the mortal realm. Yet, there are those who, under the guise of divine authority, engage in deceitful acts. Have you not heard? The heavens are vast, and nothing escapes their net!”
“And now, the Tianzun of the Wanxiang Xianzong stands before you, and you still show no remorse!”
“You, who are blind to the heavenly order, with shallow fortune, lacking in both magical prowess and virtue, adorned with fur and horns, a creature born of dampness!”
“You have some nerve!”
Li Mo stood there, cold and aloof, exuding an air of authority without needing to raise his voice.
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Chapter 346: Magic Defeats Magic, a Divine Being Replaced
The sun blazed high in the sky.
On the altar, the two sides faced off, the air thick with tension.
The townsfolk watched anxiously, holding their breath as they observed the figures on the altar, afraid to make a sound.
On one side stood the priest, who had long presided over the town’s rituals, wielding the authority of the shamanic spirit, and no one dared to oppose him.
On the other side, however, the newcomers seemed even more formidable!
First of all, these three had descended from the clouds, each exuding an extraordinary presence, as if they were celestial beings.
And... slumbering for millennia?
Not even a dynasty had been known to last that long. What ancient times must that be? Yet, the way they spoke was so casual, as if they were merely discussing a short nap.
It was chilling to think about!
The townsfolk, being poor and struggling for survival, could not afford to offend either side and could only watch the unfolding drama.
“Impersonating a divine being? You’re asking for death!”
The fat priest was fuming, finally managing to spit out those words after a long pause.
After all, the other party’s words flowed so smoothly, they seemed far more professional than his own...
He snorted coldly, deciding not to engage in a war of words any longer.
Biting his tongue, he activated the summoning spell, letting a drop of blood from his tongue splatter onto the bronze shamanic statue, causing the accumulated life force within to surge and awaken the lingering ancestral spirits.
In an instant, a shadow emerged from the totem, a vividly manifested Feilian.
This was the ancestral spirit of the Feilian clan, descending with the aid of the life force, radiating immense pressure. However, summoning it alone came at a great cost.
Behind Li Mo, Ling Yuan and Manbo exchanged glances, seemingly preparing to intervene.
After all, the opponent was at the eighth level of the Guanshen realm and had tapped into the life force.
They weren’t worried about Li Mo being outmatched; they were more concerned about maintaining the Tianzun’s image.
“Fake is fake, like flowers in a mirror or the moon in water.”
Li Mo lowered his gaze, his expression unchanging:
“Once, the bloodline power I bestowed upon you is now turned against me?”
Suddenly, his form shifted.
With a deer’s head and a bird’s body, surrounded by swirling clouds and mist, he appeared extraordinary, the bloodline power radiating like the sun, pure and overwhelming.
The transformation, a result of the Seventy-Two Transformations, was indistinguishable from a true Feilian.
The fat priest’s eyes widened in disbelief, as if he were seeing the ancestral spirit in person, even more real than the one he had summoned with the life force!
After all, the totem was essentially a manifestation of the ancestral spirit using the life force to achieve a “vivid” effect.
But this was merely a product of the bloodline power.
How could it possibly attack its own ‘true self’?
So, it was no surprise.
With a soft pop, the ancestral spirit summoned from the life force dissipated.
“What now?”
Li Mo calmly returned to his human form.
The fat priest was drenched in sweat, glancing at the wavering townsfolk, realizing that his authority in their eyes was crumbling.
No matter how vivid, it could never compare to the living ‘divine being’ standing right before them.
Impossible, absolutely impossible...
Every disciple of the cult knew that as the fortunes of the Great Shang dynasty faded, those who once existed as divine beings could not possibly remain intact in this world.
The only exception was the leader of the Qingluan clan.
And yet, this young man was merely at the Guanshen realm; how could he be a pure-blood Feilian?
“A true divine being can summon the winds and rain. Can you do that?”
The fat priest forced himself to remain calm.
“Just a minor trick.”
Li Mo’s expression remained indifferent as he snapped his fingers.
Unbeknownst to anyone, someone sneezed.
Boom!
In the shadows, Wu Qing received the signal, prompting Shang Qinqing to tickle her nose with a feather, resulting in a loud sneeze.
Suddenly, the sky darkened, clouds swirling ominously.
Manbo, being a close friend of Wu Qing, acted in perfect sync, also channeling her bloodline power.
In the dark clouds, lightning danced wildly, thunder crackled!
Pattering rain began to pour down heavily.
“How... is this possible...?”
The fat priest was in disarray amidst the downpour.
Is this the kind of commotion that someone at the Guanshen realm can create?
To be honest, not only the villagers but even he himself began to doubt who was the real one.
Had he stumbled into a fake summoning cult?
“No, no! What Wanxiang Xianzong? What Tianzun? You don’t even know where you came from! We’ve never heard of you!”
“The survival of the people here relies entirely on the grace of the shamanic spirit! What does it have to do with you?”
Li Mo narrowed his eyes. He could have easily killed the fat priest, but this man was not worth the trouble. What mattered most was establishing the image of the Tianzun.
So, he looked at him with pity, as if gazing at an ant:
“Common folk, peering at the sky from the bottom of a well.”
“You’re a follower of the Demon Summoning Cult, aren’t you?”
“??!!”
The fat priest was taken aback, panic washing over him.
“However, since you’ve sincerely asked, I shall generously enlighten you.”
“The Wanxiang Xianzong is a branch of the heavenly court. In ancient times, it suppressed the cosmos. I devoured the stars of the cosmos, controlling the life and death of a world, creating all things.”
“What you call the Demon Summoning Cult is merely a fragment of the heavenly court’s legacy, yet you dare to flaunt it before me? You’re simply defying the heavens!”
This was the plan of the Tianzun!
To defeat magic with magic! A divine being replacing a divine being!
The fat priest trembled, filled with disbelief.
Yet he recalled the other party’s realm, but before he could voice his doubts...
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Seven mysterious pills flew out from Li Mo’s dantian, moving in intricate patterns, truly resembling the stars!
The fat priest was stunned, even the bronze staff in his hand clattered to the ground.
What the other party said actually made sense.
It was even more terrifying and profound than what he had heard in the cult.
Seeing the townsfolk’s gaze toward him gradually shift to one of reverence, Li Mo decided to deliver the final blow.
He gazed into the distance, focusing on one of the three great mountains:
“Are the people here trapped by the heavy mountains?”
“Indeed, divine being, that is the case.”
The old town chief stood in the rain, already believing in this Tianzun nine parts out of ten.
After all, he could summon winds and rain at will and manifest a divine form indistinguishable from the totem.
Actions speak louder than words.
Most villagers, like the old town chief, were so moved that some even knelt down.
Li Mo’s eyelids twitched, and he did not shy away, letting out a soft sigh:
“Though you have been deceived, you have shown me sincere faith. In that case...”
“I shall make a slight move.”
He turned his gaze toward the three great mountains, and with a deep voice, he commanded:
“Open!”
The sound was powerful and resonant.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Emmm, nothing happened?
The townsfolk exchanged glances, unsure of what the Tianzun was up to.
Li Mo: “...”
That elder from the giant whale clan, Guo, wouldn’t he... have fallen asleep again?
The giant whale clan had such habits; they lived long lives and were massive in size. Because it was hard for them to find enough food, they often slept to conserve energy, and could easily doze off at any moment, sometimes mistaken for islands by humans.
Fortunately, Li Mo had made ample preparations long ago.
“This kid is quite the smooth talker...”
“If only the Demon Summoning Cult could learn a thing or two from him, they wouldn’t be in such a predicament today.”
Shang Qinqing spat out two sunflower seed shells, her figure flickering through the void as she headed toward Guo Chuan’s location.
In an instant, she arrived.
Guo Chuan was indeed asleep, lying next to a thick deep-sea copper cable, snoring away.
“Dumplings are ready!!”
“Huh?!”
Guo Chuan jolted awake, standing at attention.
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