Chapter 279

The origin of this Giant Spirit had already been told to Qi Xing in advance by the Zombie Immortal, Nie Xiaoyue: This is Skanda.

It is the Indian god of war, the son of Shiva, and the commander of the heavenly troops. Because it was raised by six celestial maidens, it was born with six faces, capable of observing six battlefields simultaneously; and its thousand hands holding weapons, as mentioned before, the thousand hands represent omnipotence, representing endless combat techniques and power.

In India, it is a widely worshipped six-faced war god. At the same time, it is also the Peacock God. Its magnificent tail feathers are the symbol of it looking down on enemies and sweeping away demon armies.

Needless to say, it must have been cobbled together by the [Peacock Disciples] to imitate Sasa.

Then there is the other Giant Spirit—this one is even more like Sasa.

Its entire body is shrouded in a halo interwoven with black mist and flames, its body slender, snake-like yet not human, with a pair of pitch-black membranes that seem to be burning spread out behind it.

It also wears an iron mask, but it resembles the statue of an ancient Persian evil god, cold and ruthless. From the cracks in its eyes burn eerie purple flames, and the mask is also wrapped in complex golden shackles, interlaced and circling, firmly suppressing its violent divinity.

This is the second Giant Spirit, Ahriman.

It has a more famous name, called Angra Mainyu, "All the Evil of This World." The ancient Zoroastrianism (Fire Worship) considers it the opposite of light, a malicious spirit of doubt and deception. All the evil thoughts, betrayals, and desires in the hearts of mortals are seen as the whispers of Ahriman.

… Previously, when hearing such settings, Qi Xing would just listen to it as a story and let it go.

Now that Sasa is linked into it, he really cannot laugh. So you guys are actually serious about this? Are you really saying that all the evil thoughts in the hearts of mortals are Sasa?

But if you think about it this way, the good thoughts in the hearts of mortals in this world are also the same.

"I believe you can handle one Giant Spirit now," Qi Xing frowned, "Will two Giant Spirits be too much pressure?"

"This is their territory; the Giant Spirits cannot be formatted at will. If they fight me together, they will be restricted instead."

Jingo Rin was unimpressed, "Since I dislike the devil on your back, I might as well take on all the work here."

"Father said that you two have your own karma, so go and settle your karma first."

These words were simple and straightforward, but Qi Xing understood the implication of Jingo Rin's words.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Qi Xing let out a dumbfounded laugh, tightened his grip on the idiot devil on his back, and rushed toward the central high palace of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Palaces at lightning speed.

In an instant, the Zhou Tian Star Formation roared into operation, and billions of starlight in the void poured down like a waterfall, turning into monstrous sword rain and seas of thunder and fire, sealing off heaven and earth.

One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals roared in unison, their voices shaking the universe.

They were clad in golden armor, stepping on auspicious clouds, their strong bows and long spears turning into ten thousand streams of light, like a falling galaxy, blasting directly toward Qi Xing.

The heavens and earth were suddenly filled with murderous intent, as if it were the end of the world.

Even more terrifying was that the two Giant Spirits attacked at the same time.

[Skanda]'s six faces turned in unison, its thousand hands like a forest, millions of weapons swung simultaneously, turning into a peacock tail screen that covered the sky and sun. Ten thousand paths of murderous intent, every strike was enough to destroy a city, and every move was as heavy as a falling star.

[Ahriman] spread its pitch-black wings, thousands of peacock feather eyes opened, and eerie purple flames like a meteor shower intersected into a web of destruction, aiming to burn the mortal world into dust.

One hundred thousand heavenly troops and two god-demons attacked together, turning the sky and earth upside down. It was more powerful and terrifying than any weapon in the mortal world.

However, Qi Xing did not slow down.

Because the girl beside him had already moved.

— — Jingo Rin's Blazing Fire Sword is the fastest sword in the world. It transcends language and thought, swift as firelight, fast enough to almost make time stand still.

It was so fast that there was no process of "drawing the sword" at all.

The sword light was already burning between heaven and earth.

That was a firelight that surpassed thunder, a sword more blazing than a meteor. A streak of crimson golden flames tore through the sky, cutting the thousands of troops and horses in half with a single sword strike.

One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals were instantly divided by the blazing divine sword. The originally neat military formation collapsed in an instant, and one sword strike turned thousands of heavenly soldiers into flying ashes.

A thousand shouts fell into silence in an instant.

[Skanda] roared, its thousand hands opened, and weapons came like rain to intercept.

However, the blazing divine sword in Jingo Rin's hand turned gently, the sword light tore through the void, instantly shattering the thousand hands and ten thousand weapons, and the peacock tail screen was burned in the fierce fire.

[Ahriman] flapped its wings and attacked angrily, thousands of purple-black light beams shot out.

The blazing divine sword slashed horizontally again, and wherever the crimson divine fire of demon-slaying reached, the purple flames were extinguished. Ahriman's huge body was forced back a thousand miles by the flames, crashing into a big mountain.

One sword.

Just one sword.

The [Valkyrie] spread her light wings, stood alone in the sky, and pointed her sword forward.

With the power of one sword, she blocked one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals and suppressed the two Giant Spirits.

A straight path was immediately opened up in the battlefield.

Qi Xing did not look back, just focused on flying forward. But even if he only used his spiritual perception, he could feel that Jingo Rin remained calm and expressionless. It was just that the burning crimson sword fire had already incinerated all these stupid things that were blocking them.

No need for more words.

With one sword in hand, that is the answer.

Back to Qi Xing carrying Sasa on his back, thunder surrounding his whole body, turning into a stream of light, rushing straight toward the Thirty-Six Heavenly Palaces.

The Thirty-Six Heavenly Palaces were layered and floating, surrounding like thirty-six layers of heaven, with ten thousand feet of canopies and billions of divine lights.

The Zhou Tian Star Formation was still operating, and the nine hundred ninety-nine phantoms of the nine hundred ninety-nine spiritual mountains pressed in from all directions, interlocking with each other. It was a terrifying siege that even a monkey couldn't withstand, intending to crush Qi Xing to death within it.

— — In other words, it was ultimately just like this.

Flipping the [silver coin] of the [Dominator], Qi Xing slowly clenched his fist, thunder gathered into a light as dazzling as the sun and moon, and ten thousand thunders surged around him, like countless thunder dragons roaring.

He is not Jingo Rin; he has no sword and does not use a sword. But with no sword in his hand, the sword intent is hidden in his heart, using thunder as the form and heavenly might as the image.

In the next instant, a thunderbolt from the nine heavens broke through the clouds and descended. Qi Xing used the thunder as his footwork, striking the Zhou Tian Star Formation like a sword!

[Heart Sword · Thunder God Kick]!

Boom—! The nine hundred ninety-nine spiritual mountain phantoms and the restrictions of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Palaces shattered under this rider-kick-like strike. Talismans turned to ashes, the galaxy scattered, and the electric light forcibly opened a crack between the Thirty-Six Heavenly Palaces, like Moses parting the sea, tearing open the sky of the immortal world!

Moreover, Qi Xing's thunderous momentum had not yet ceased and continued to crush forward. Every layer of the heavenly palace had talisman formations blocking him, but Qi Xing, carrying Sasa on his back, kicked them open all the way, forcefully smashing out a path, demolishing the illegal structures of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Palaces in a chain, causing the palaces to fall layer by layer.

Thunder rolled; his arrival was simply like the drum of doomsday for this small immortal world.

However, on the central high palace, Duo Chenzi still sat upright, eyes lowered and smiling, seemingly not surprised or afraid at all, just quietly waiting for [Venerable Leipu] to arrive.

"You have come, [Venerable Leipu]."

She said indifferently, her attitude so calm that she was practically missing only a zither to play and cranes to tend to.

"I don't believe you are really that calm." Qi Xing raised his eyebrows, "Duo Chenzi, release my Sasa, and I will give you a way to live."

These words really amused Duo Chenzi: "I have been an immortal for almost a thousand years, and I have seen many people who say 'I'll give you a quick death,' but your 'I'll give you a way to live' is quite rare. If you really give a way to live upon surrender, aren't you afraid of letting a tiger return to the mountain?"

"Only the weak are afraid of letting a tiger return to the mountain." Qi Xing replied calmly, "Thinking that I have to go fight the [King of Hell] in a while, I feel that the other BOSSes on the road are just supporting roles, and I wish I could fast-forward directly. What kind of tiger are you?"

These words were quite disrespectful to Duo Chenzi. However, she also knew that the Jesus Divine Fist was not to be trifled with, and for a moment, the corners of her mouth twitched a little.

Sasa on Qi Xing's back, however, could not continue to watch the excitement. During their journey and during the fighting, Duo Chenzi's ritual was still running, and the wounds on Sasa's body were still accumulating.

"Sheikh Adi." She spoke, calling out the first name of Duo Chenzi's first life, "I am here to talk to you."

"Talk?" Duo Chenzi was a little amused, "White God, my Lord, Peacock King—what do you want to talk to me about?"

"No matter what you want to say, this supreme technique, the great mystery to save the world, definitely cannot be stopped."

"Anyway, you won't die. It is only natural to suffer a little for the world you created yourself, right? My Lord, you are suffering, and I am also feeling the same as you!"

Feeling the same? Really? Duo Chenzi said it with her mouth, and it is said that she would also feel the pain that Sasa felt in the ritual. But at least Qi Xing didn't see her bleeding, nor did he see any wounds on her body. So this is probably just as she feels.

"Even so," Sasa glanced at Qi Xing, then turned her head back, "… If I don't talk to you, my business will be endless."

"Sheikh Adi, if you hate me and think that I, the Creator, am incompetent, I actually have a proposal."

She reached out and pointed to the void above Duo Chenzi's head, pointing to the Samsara Disk rotating in the void, "Instead of this slow torture, not knowing when it will drag on, why don't you just let me jump into that Samsara Disk and be crushed."

Volume 7: Age of Apocalypse: 256: Bottom Line

Duo Chenzi's ritual might look absurd at first glance, but it is indeed effective.

Even though the ritual has not yet been completed, even though Duo Chenzi and Sasa, who is bound to the cross, have not yet engraved the suffering equal to Jesus, capable of encompassing all of humanity, onto their own bodies and minds, and transcended all of this—the reality has already begun to change, at least with some slight changes.

The torrent of power sufficient to rewrite history and rewrite the cosmic causal laws has already begun to overflow.

— — Just after Qi Xing and the others left Rome, Xue Ning and Elaine noticed that the situation began to go wrong.

Layer upon layer of phantoms appeared in many churches in Italy. Distorted, floating, murals and statues appeared to sway like phantoms.

The statue of Christ nailed to the cross gradually faded, replaced by the winged Peacock Angel, tail screen spread, seven-colored feathers like the halo of the seven heavens, obscuring the traces of the suffering.

The compassionate face of the Virgin Mary statue switched frame by frame in the blur, turning into an Eastern goddess holding peacock feathers, her brows arrogant, with an expression that coexisted with scrutiny and forgiveness.

After the moon explosion, the world was in chaos, and many electronic devices were not working well, so the demand for paper Bibles increased greatly. However, at this moment, Elaine found that many Bible pages were flipping, and the handwriting on them was no longer modern text or even Latin, but flickering intermittently with ancient Aramaic and Kurdish symbols, interwoven into ancient scriptures.

Elaine quickly scanned the content and immediately cried out—because the content was none other than the "Black Book" of Yazidism, which is said to have been lost in ancient times, with only fragmentary content passed down by word of mouth.

How could it become like this?

"… Ms. Elaine, look at that." Xue Ning looked out the window and asked Elaine to look out with her.

As everyone knows, Rome is a place full of various historical sites. Even with the recent changes in heaven and earth, Qi Xing tried his best to protect them to ensure they were not destroyed in order to protect humanity's cultural heritage.

However, at this moment, those originally precious historical sites were now being switched grid by grid, pixel by pixel, revealing another scene.

That is a phantom of history changing its color.

In the phantom, Emperor Constantine did not accept the symbol of the cross, but was crowned with peacock feathers on his chariot.

In the phantom, the banners of the Crusaders disappeared without a trace, replaced by the holy seal banners of the Peacock Angel. The medieval monks were not copying the "Bible," but poems about the Peacock King, and the pages recorded fables of fire, the sun, and the peacock.

The great cathedrals of Rome swayed in the illusion, and seven-colored brilliance appeared on the spires of the roofs, instead of the shadows of crosses.

"Ms. Elaine, look at your clothes."

And it was not just the buildings that were changed.

Reminded by Xue Ning, Elaine realized and found that the exorcist nun combat uniform she was wearing—although she was no longer a nun, she was still used to wearing this set—was no longer plain black and white, but had dark patterns of peacock feathers appearing on it.

This scared her so much that she quickly jumped back into the room to change the combat uniform into casual clothes.

Even Elaine, who still had some cultivation, was affected, let alone ordinary people. Many people, unknowingly, had stopped making the sign of the cross and were instead raising their arms to the rising sun and fire; the hymns they sang also changed tune, the melody turning into an ancient Kurdish tune, with a tragic and wild rhythm. It was as if memories that should not have belonged to them were being superimposed on reality.

As for outside the city of Rome, there were even many huge towers and cities and other dense buildings, exquisite and super-large urban complexes, growing out of thin air.

Those things, which had been nowhere to be seen until recently, appeared out of thin air as if drawn on paper with a pen.

Even having read so many books, Elaine had never seen such a thing. Fortunately, her brain was still working, and she immediately guessed: "Is it Duo Chenzi's ritual? How large a range can the effect of this illusion reach?"

"I know that Master's ritual can rewrite reality, but I didn't expect it to reach such a degree before it was even completed, overwriting the original space-time…"

Xue Ning's expression was actually not very good either, "The ritual will rewrite space-time itself, naturally affecting the whole world. In the end, everyone will be corrected away as waste of history."

Not just Rome, not just happening in Rome, urban complexes that twist space-time and constantly change landscapes began to appear all over the world. This is the erosion of reality by fantasy.

Fixing such a history, a strange world without Jesus, ruled by the concepts of Yazidism, as the correct flow.

The Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem collapsed and disappeared in the phantom, the foundation was rewritten, replaced by the altar of the Peacock Angel, like the center of a new world.

All of this has not yet completely covered reality, it is just a superimposed shadow.