Chapter Twenty-Three: The Gods Journey to Buzhou

“Your Highnesses, although the matter of rescue is urgent, there must be order in all things. Let us first propose a rescue plan,” the Goddess of Wisdom said, her beautiful eyes flashing with a strange light, dignified and calm.

The gods all nodded in agreement. “Your words are true, Your Highness.”

Thunder God Leixing, whose temper was fiery and actions decisive, spoke bluntly, “Why bother discussing a rescue plan? Let’s all head to Mount Buzhou together. Is there any force on Mount Buzhou that can stop us?”

At first, the gods felt uneasy, but upon reflection, they realized Leixing was not wrong. All of them were primordial innate gods at the peak of their power, comparable to thirteen ordinary divine lords. Scanning Mount Buzhou, it seemed no power could hinder the gods.

Just as Leixing had said, they could march directly to Mount Buzhou and rescue Nanluo—slaying gods, immortals, or demons that stood in their way.

“Leixing’s words are wise. With our strength, we can storm Mount Buzhou and rescue Lord Nanluo,” said Tianjun, God of Order, suddenly supporting Leixing’s proposal.

Tianjun’s words broke the gods’ contemplation, and most began to voice their support for Leixing’s plan.

The Fat One raised an important question: “What if we’re too late, and Nanluo is captured or killed by the Xuanming Black Serpent clan?”

Indeed, what if Nanluo is captured or slain before they arrive? If Nanluo were captured, he would be sent straight to the Black Serpent clan’s stronghold, and the gods would have no way to rescue him under the fierce gaze of Black Sky, the terrifying Serpent Lord. If Nanluo were killed, it would be even worse—not only would their hopes for the divine clan vanish, but they would lose control over the future fate of the divine clan.

For the gods, who craved control above all, anything unpredictable was deeply abhorred.

Thus, even those who had not previously agreed now voiced their support after hearing the Fat One’s concern.

Looking around, only the Goddess of Wisdom remained silent.

Out of respect for her strength and intellect, Leixing, despite his fiery temperament, smiled and asked, “Your Highness, do you have any insights? Please share them.”

“I wouldn’t call them insights, merely humble thoughts,” the Goddess of Wisdom replied calmly and modestly. Then, she turned her words sharply, opposing without reservation, “Does everyone believe our rescue of Nanluo is simply to save him?”

Her words caused the gods to frown slightly, their eyes flashing with brilliance as they pondered her meaning. Among them, the Goddess of Wisdom was always admired for her strength, intelligence, and beauty. Her words were never taken lightly.

“Your Highness, please speak plainly,” said Fangyan, God of Literature, gently waving his white fan, his gaze serene as he addressed her.

“Why are we rescuing Nanluo?” she suddenly asked.

Jehovah’s gentle gaze flickered with intrigue. He replied softly, “Naturally, to establish the divine clan.”

“Correct. To establish the divine clan. So why not use this opportunity to announce its founding to the world?” Her radiant golden eyes shone with dazzling light as she spoke with authority and wisdom.

“To declare the divine clan’s founding?” The gods were startled, considering the viability of this idea.

“Indeed! Nanluo bears great destiny, the future clan leader and master of fate—he will not die easily. We can prepare and use this moment to establish the divine clan,” her wise and authoritative voice rang through the hall.

The gods nodded inwardly. As she said, Nanluo would not die so easily. Why not seize this opportunity to found the divine clan and aid them in attaining the Dao?

The more they thought, the more feasible the plan seemed, and joy blossomed in their hearts.

Fangyan gazed at her, his emotions complex, marveling at her wisdom—he felt he was no match for her. As the God of Literature, he had always prided himself on his intellect, believing none could surpass him. Yet today, he found himself consistently outmaneuvered, always a step behind her. Since she began to speak, the gods had been led by her, and she now held absolute authority.

While Fangyan lamented his shortcomings, the Earth God Buxu looked at the Goddess of Wisdom and voiced his concern, “Your Highness, though this would spread word of the divine clan swiftly, it may attract unwanted attention. Our foundation is still shallow. Such a high-profile move may draw the gaze of powerful clans.”

“Indeed. If the strong clans take notice, are we not inviting disaster?” said Ni Gu, God of Time, calmly and slowly.

The gods frowned, clearly worried about possible calamities.

The Goddess of Wisdom took in their expressions, her face confident and beautiful as she spoke with dignity and calm, “Though our clan is newly founded, its foundation is not necessarily shallow.”

Such bold words drew the gods’ attention to her at once, their curiosity piqued as they waited for her explanation.

“We, the gods, are all primordial beings at the peak of divine kingship, comparable to ordinary divine lords. Our strength rivals that of king-level forces, save for lord-level powers,” she explained.

The gods nodded, proud of their strength.

But their fear was of the lord-level forces attacking their clan. The lords of those forces were primordial divine lords—far beyond the gods’ ability to oppose.

“As for lord-level forces, who says our clan lacks a primordial divine lord?” she declared with certainty and excitement.

“Oh? Who is it?” the gods asked in surprise, though their hearts already guessed.

She smiled mysteriously. “It is our yet-unrevealed clan leader, Lord Nanluo.”

“Lord Nanluo?” Though they had guessed, hearing her confirm it left them incredulous.

“Is Nanluo not also at the peak of divine kingship?” Wu Potian asked in confusion.

“Everyone should recall that Nanluo’s destiny has grown from three to nine feet of golden canopy, giving him enough fortune to break through to divine lordship,” she explained.

The gods nodded, recalling Nanluo’s destiny exactly as she described.

“But Nanluo has not yet passed the Silent God Tribulation?” Leixing asked bluntly.

She nodded, calm and dignified. “Correct. This is precisely why Nanluo is going to Mount Buzhou. He will attain divine lordship there.”

“To attain divine lordship?” The gods’ pupils contracted in shock and disappointment.

Trusting her mastery of fate, they believed her prophecy: Nanluo would attain divine lordship at Mount Buzhou.

“Now, our clan has both a primordial divine lord and gods at the peak of divine kingship. Along with our respective minor forces, we can fully declare the founding of the divine clan,” she said with a smile.

“Indeed! Your words are true,” Fangyan echoed, his face flushed with excitement.

The gods exchanged glances, their joy evident. Together, they raised their cups and laughed, “So it shall be!”

They drank together, laughing heartily, toasting the imminent founding of the divine clan.

“Devourer, can you handle the Fire Qilin Army outside?” she asked the Fat One after putting down her cup.

He laughed, “I’ve long anticipated this day! No problem.”

She nodded, satisfied with his response, then addressed the gods, dignified and calm, “In that case, let us return and prepare, then head to Mount Buzhou together.”

“Agreed!” the gods responded in unison.

Except for the Fat One, whose true body remained, the rest withdrew their will projections and vanished instantly.

The Fat One looked up, his gaze cold as he stared at the attacking Fire Qilin Army, sneering, “This farce must end. When I become a divine lord, I will destroy you all.”

Boom, boom, boom...

The Hall of the Food God atop Food God Mountain suddenly detached from the peak, revealing a vast black hole in the mountainside.

The hall transformed into a stream of light, flying into the black hole and disappearing instantly.

The hundred thousand Fire Qilin soldiers stood dumbfounded as the Food God Hall swaggered away, unable to pursue due to the impending collapse of the Devouring Divine Realm.

“Search! Search every inch of Qilin City—above and below ground, dig ten thousand feet if you must. Find them!” The Fire Qilin commander, his face cold and stern, body ablaze with terrifying divine fire, issued the order, his voice icy and resolute.