Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Twelve Divine Lords (Part Two)

In the domain of Buzhou Mountain, atop the Mountain of Water and Fire, dragons soared through the skies, lions thundered across the land, phoenixes danced wildly, and qilins vied for supremacy. Gazing out, one saw the heavens and earth teeming with the divine beasts of every great noble clan of the primordial world.

Countless divine beasts filled the sky, circling twelve towering golden pillars of light, each displaying their might and vying for dominance. Within those twelve golden pillars stood the twelve Divine Kings, their gaze sweeping over the myriad powers of the primordial world, unmoved and imposing.

“Your Highnesses, please choose an opponent,” said the Goddess of Fate, Miaoyan, her divine eyes shining as she surveyed the assembly. Her bearing exuded authority, and with a gentle smile, she parted her red lips to speak with effortless grace.

“Hmph! A motley crew of clowns—are they even worthy to face us?” A proud and domineering voice suddenly rang in the ears of the gods. The deities turned to see who had spoken, only to recognize the famously powerful and overbearing God of Thunder, Lei Xing. Their doubts vanished at once; it was just like him to utter such bold words.

Lei Xing, the God of Thunder, wore short purple hair and a robe adorned with thunderclouds crackling with electricity. His visage was stern and rugged, a purple lightning scar marked his brow, and his entire being crackled with purple lightning.

“I shall go first. I choose the Dragon Clan as my opponents.” Meeting the gods’ gaze, Lei Xing spoke with solitary arrogance.

Upon hearing this, Miaoyan smiled and said, “Very well. Who wishes to join Lord Lei Xing in the battle against the Dragon Clan?”

The gods exchanged silent glances; none wished to fight alongside the domineering and solitary Lei Xing, lest they suffer his overbearing temperament. As the awkward silence lingered, the God of Literature, Fang Yan, broke it with a gentle smile.

“I would be honored to fight alongside Lord Lei Xing against the Dragon Clan. My domain lies by the Eastern Sea and I have long been acquainted with the dragons. How could I not pay them a visit? Ha ha…”

Fang Yan stood elegant in white, a white fan in hand, his long black hair draped over his shoulders. His features were handsome, his bearing extraordinary, and his demeanor urbane as he laughed.

“Excellent! With Lords Lei Xing and Fang Yan, the conquest of the Dragon Clan is assured,” Miaoyan said warmly, her smile radiant. The other gods also congratulated Lei Xing and Fang Yan, laughter echoing among them.

“With the two lords in action, the Dragon Clan is doomed!”

With Lei Xing and Fang Yan as examples, the gods quickly determined the matchups:

Lei Xing, God of Thunder, and Fang Yan, God of Literature—against the Dragon Clan.
Bai Hua, God of Light, and Heian, God of Darkness—against the Lion Clan.
Wu Potian, God of War, and Shi Shi, God of Devouring—against the Phoenix Clan.
Bu Xu, God of Earth, and Tian Jun, God of Order—against the Titan Clan.
Yahweh, God of Creation, and Nigu, God of Time—against the Qilin Clan, the Central Alliance, and Puppet City, the three major forces of Middle Desolation.
Miaoyan, Goddess of Fate, and Huanhun, God of Illusion—against the Xuanwu Clan and the eight other great powers of Northern Desolation.

As the gods communicated telepathically, finalizing their battle plan took but a single breath.

At that moment, the mighty of all factions—one hundred and twenty Divine Kings at the peak of their power—descended before the twelve golden pillars, their radiance filling the sky with overwhelming might.

“Begin!” At Miaoyan’s command, the gods vanished, each rushing towards their chosen target. The twelve golden pillars streaked after the Divine Kings and disappeared.

A thunderous dragon roar pierced the heavens: “Be on guard!” Fire Dragon King Ao Yan immediately issued the warning to the Dragon Clan as the Divine Kings disappeared from view.

The phoenixes, qilins, lions, and other clans likewise sounded their alarms.

Spatial traversal—the innate gift of the primordial gods and demons!

The leaders of these great factions were themselves primordial gods and demons. They were well aware of the spatial abilities of their kind, and had prepared countermeasures.

“Collapse the space!”
Dragon roars, lion’s calls, phoenix cries, qilin bellows…

The armies of each power unleashed unmatched might, conjuring protective barriers of dazzling divine light that shattered the surrounding space, creating massive spatial voids stretching for thousands of miles.

The primordial gods and demons relied on spatial traversal for surprise attacks, but the armies of the great powers, unable to move through space as freely, could not defend against such assaults—unless the space itself was destroyed.

Without space, could the primordial gods and demons still wield their power so deftly? The answer was no.

“These noble clans have ruled the primordial world for hundreds of thousands of years; their reputation is well-earned,” Fang Yan remarked in the shimmering tunnel of space, admiring their opponents’ tactics.

Lei Xing sneered. “Hmph! Even without spatial powers, they cannot stop us.”

Within the barrier, Water Dragon King Ao Run and Fire Dragon King Ao Yan commanded fifteen other Dragon Kings of peak Divine King strength, calmly awaiting the gods’ arrival.

A figure wreathed in crackling purple lightning suddenly appeared in the heart of the spatial void, a radiant spark piercing the darkness.

Ao Run’s azure dragon eyes widened warily at the thunderous approach of the purple figure, but his massive form remained immobile.

Lei Xing, true to his mastery of thunder and lightning, was a primordial god and demon of unmatched power. His purple form, like a bolt of lightning, cut through the void in an instant and arrived before the dragons’ barrier.

“Heaven-Sundering Thunder Fist!”

Lei Xing’s violet eyes flashed with lightning. He gazed coldly at the barrier of water and fire before him, then raised his right fist. Swift as lightning, fierce as thunder, he struck the barrier with a forceful blow.

The dragons, stunned by Lei Xing’s speed, could only watch as his fist landed before they could react.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the spot where the punch landed, the sound crisp and clear.

The might of a single blow—terrifying beyond measure!

The dragons stared in awe at the purple figure, shaken by the sheer power he had displayed.

A barrier equivalent to that of an ordinary Divine Monarch, shattered by a single punch—what fearsome strength!

No wonder all beings of the primordial world held the primordial gods and demons in such awe and silence; their power was simply terrifying.

Among the Dragon Clan, only Ao Run and Ao Yan had ever witnessed a battle between the Ancestral Dragon and the Star God Yuan Xing. The others had neither fought nor observed a primordial god or demon in combat.

The dragons had thought facing a primordial god would be easy—now they realized they faced a battle of life and death.

As they prepared to confront the gods, terror was writ large upon the faces of the dragons.

Nor were they alone. The phoenixes, too, were stricken with dread.

Wu Potian, God of War, like Lei Xing, shattered the phoenixes’ flaming barrier with a single punch, leaving the proud phoenixes in panic.

It was simply misfortune for the dragons and phoenixes; among the gods, only Lei Xing and Wu Potian excelled at destruction, and only they possessed the power to break barriers with a single blow. The barriers of the qilins, lions, xuanwu, and titans merely trembled under assault—they were not broken.

Yet, seeing the dragons’ water-fire barrier and the phoenixes’ flaming barrier shattered with one punch, the faces of the qilin, lion, xuanwu, and titan clans grew dark and grim.