Chapter Thirty: The South's Astonishing Descent

A roar echoed—a sound so holy, so invincible, that all beings bowed in submission. It swept through the Buzhou mountain region like a raging storm, like thunder crashing suddenly, spreading faster than lightning to every corner. Truly, it was a roar that shook Buzhou.

From afar, various races and factions, inexplicably moved, willingly and fervently bowed in worship toward Blue Moon. Every living creature in the Buzhou region, upon hearing this sacred sound, trembled and knelt in reverence, their bodies quivering in devotion. Flowers, grasses, trees, birds, fish, insects, beasts, even stone and jade mountains—all bent themselves before the holy sound, softly paying homage.

Deep within the mysterious and profound cave of the divine mountain, pillar of the primordial world, Buzhou, stood an ancient, majestic, and noble hall. Above a vast pool of blood floated twelve drops of divine blood, each as large as a boulder. Upon hearing the sacred sound, all twelve drops began to pulse joyfully, emanating powerful, noble, and vast energy. Yet soon, the twelve drops gradually returned to silence.

Within the Buzhou range stood a divine mountain known as Black and White Mountain, home to two innate deities who had achieved the pinnacle of divine power. One was named Baihua, god of light; the other was Hei'an, god of darkness. These two gods were known as the Black and White Deities among the Alliance of Gods.

After attending the council of gods, the Black and White Deities, while inquiring about Nanluo's whereabouts, ordered their followers to prepare for their imminent departure from the Buzhou range. Yet, the Buzhou region spanned billions of miles—how could news of Nanluo be easily found? Moreover, Nanluo had barely entered the mountains before being drawn into the Death Formation of the Nether Serpent clan, making any news of him impossible to obtain.

Just then, the sacred sound reached Black and White Mountain. All creatures there, willingly and excitedly, bowed in worship. Yet the two gods opened their golden eyes wide, gazing toward the source with astonishment, exclaiming in unison, "The will of Pangu?! The Three Axes of Creation?!"

As primordial deities, they had witnessed the Three Axes of Creation and felt the grandeur and sanctity of Pangu's will. Fortunately, their mountain was still tens of millions of miles from Nanluo's battlefield, so the divine might of Pangu's will was somewhat diminished. Thus, they were spared from being compelled to worship, preserving their dignity.

"Brother, could the will of Pangu and the Three Axes have been summoned by Nanluo?" Hei'an asked, his spirit stirring with excitement as he listened to the sacred sound.

"Hmm!" Baihua's eyes lit up as he laughed, "You're absolutely right. It must be Nanluo's doing. Only a few primordial gods can wield the Three Axes and such vast will of Pangu. Who else but our future clan leader of the gods could possess this power?"

Hei'an smiled in agreement. "Indeed. So what do you suggest?"

"Let's hurry! We must be the first to meet Nanluo and claim the greatest advantage." Baihua declared with righteous enthusiasm.

The divine clan was blessed by heaven, its fortune immeasurable. As the destined leader, Nanluo possessed the authority to distribute the clan's fate.

Thus, whoever among the gods had the closest ties to Nanluo would benefit most, receiving the greatest share of fortune. The gods were eager to join the divine clan precisely because its fate could help them overcome the impassable barrier that halted countless god-kings, enabling them to break through to the realm of God Sovereign, ruler of the primordial world.

If the Black and White Deities were the first to aid Nanluo, would Nanluo not grant them the greatest share of fortune?

With a thunderous rumble, Black and White Mountain, thousands of feet high, rose from the earth under the aura of divine light, transforming into a small, exquisite mountain that Baihua tucked into his sleeve. The two gods turned into beams of light—one black, one white—rushing toward Nanluo's location.

Within a dazzling spatial tunnel, riddled with black holes and brimming with deadly peril, flew a divine mountain nine thousand feet tall, shrouded in purple mist and made entirely of white jade. It moved at a steady pace through the tunnel, smashing every spatial black hole into fragments that vanished along the way.

Atop the mountain sat an elder in purple robes, who, upon hearing the sacred sound, opened his profound and mysterious black eyes, gazing toward Buzhou Mountain.

"Pangu's will? I never expected this heretic to be able to summon it," the elder murmured, his piercing gaze fixed on Nanluo within the Buzhou range. "I hope you won't interfere with my plans. Otherwise, even as a heretic, no matter who stands behind you, you must die." His words were chilling, spoken from a lofty height as if regarding Nanluo as nothing more than an ant.

The white jade mountain, wrapped in purple mist, suddenly accelerated, becoming a streak of white light that sped through the spatial tunnel. Its destination: the divine pillar of the primordial world, Buzhou Mountain.

Across the shattered Nether Serpent Death Formation, Blue Moon struck down Black Sun and then vanished into the spatial void, leaving no trace. Cloaked in blue radiance, Nanluo looked down from above at the fading Black Earth, his gaze stern and cold as he mocked, "Black Earth, did you think it was over? You underestimate the Three Axes of Creation and Pangu's will!"

At the moment Blue Moon destroyed Black Sun, the black incense, a foot tall, which hadn't finished burning its last third, was extinguished, turning to smoke and drifting away.

As Black Earth was about to vanish, he heard Nanluo's harsh words; the smile on his face froze, his eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Nanluo, seeming to realize something. Just as he tried to speak, he turned into specks of black light and faded away.

In the Xuanming Waters, within the Xuanming Palace, in the Hall of Black Earth, Black Earth suddenly opened his black eyes and spat a mouthful of golden blood, his face pale as he murmured, "Nanluo, I underestimated you."

No sooner had he spoken than he felt a murderous intent, capable of annihilating all, approaching him.

"Could this be Nanluo's hidden move?" Remembering Nanluo's earlier words, Black Earth frowned and spoke coldly.

Gripping his throne, he sneered, "Nanluo, I want to see how powerful your hidden move is! Though it has breached both the Xuanming Waters and Xuanming Palace defenses, I don't believe it can reach the Hall of Black Earth and kill me!"

Suddenly, a blue axe light appeared in the hall, slashing toward Black Earth on his throne.

"What?" Black Earth stared at the blue axe light that had just wounded him, shocked that it had effortlessly reached the Hall of Black Earth. As the grand elder of the Xuanming Black Serpent clan, he had weathered countless storms. Though startled, he did not lose his composure and quickly prepared his defenses.

He first summoned the black water shield, an innate spiritual treasure, then performed his strongest defensive divine art, forming a black barrier before him.

But none of it mattered. The blue axe light possessed the power to annihilate all. It destroyed the shield, then the barrier, and advanced with unstoppable force straight toward Black Earth.

A giant black handprint appeared, meeting the blue axe light.

A massive explosion rang out. Under its earth-shattering force, Black Earth was blasted away, and the Hall of Black Earth was reduced to ruins. The blue axe light and the black handprint struggled briefly before perishing together.

Coughing, Black Earth appeared amid the wreckage, his black divine robes tattered.

"Grand Elder, the clan leader summons you!" A black-armored divine general appeared before Black Earth, holding a black decree and announcing the order.

Face dark and uncertain, Black Earth changed into a fresh black robe and transformed into a beam of black light, heading toward the supreme power center of the Xuanming Black Serpent clan: the Black Sky Palace.

After destroying Black Earth's avatar, Nanluo did not pause, but, carrying the lingering might of Pangu's will, charged toward the various watching clans.

As Pangu's will departed with Blue Moon, its pressure lifted from the clans. Their mighty warriors, moved to tears, were finally freed from bowing to Blue Moon.

Yet Nanluo, wrapped in blue divine light and still bearing the remnants of Pangu's will, pressed toward the clans once more. Under this divine might, they were forced to kneel before Nanluo in humiliation.

Nanluo's purpose was nothing less than to flaunt his own tremendous divine power. Now that Black Earth had forced him to reveal his identity as a primordial god, Nanluo no longer intended to conceal it.

For Nanluo, surviving the deadly trap set by the Nether Serpent clan meant he had overcome the tribulation arranged by heaven and earth. In other words, Nanluo could now break through to the realm of God Sovereign at any time.

As the future leader of the divine clan, Nanluo's fate was sealed—he was about to soar to new heights. The various clans and factions could no longer threaten him.

Looking down at the kneeling warriors below, Nanluo spoke with solemnity and mystery, "I am Nanluo, god of water and primordial demon."

With that, Nanluo became a streak of blue light and vanished from their sight, heading toward Buzhou Mountain.

The warriors of the clans and factions exchanged glances, then disappeared, each eager to spread Nanluo's bold declaration throughout their people.

Three days later, Nanluo's name shook the primordial world.