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Chapter 656 God-Slaying Whip

Stepping into the blood lake rashly would be unwise, as the matter of the black spots had already warned him.

If he hadn't been carrying a valuable treasure, he probably would have died here.

Moreover, this ginseng fruit tree was quite peculiar, and Jiang Wen was hesitant to take any risks. He tried several methods, but all to no avail.

Neither flying swords nor ropes could reach the ginseng fruit tree.

Within three feet of it, the flying sword lost control and fell into the blood lake. It then turned into charred remains and shattered into countless powders.

All methods proved ineffective, and Jiang Wen felt troubled.

His Taoist magic and secret techniques had no effect on the ginseng fruit tree; his immense magical power dissipated completely before it. With his current cultivation level, it was utterly impossible for him to break through its magic with brute force.

After pacing back and forth for a long time, he slapped his forehead.

Under Jiang Su's silent gaze, he took out a wooden whip.

"If it really is the God-Slaying Whip, perhaps it can break the restrictions on this ginseng fruit tree." Jiang Wen hesitated for a long time, holding the wooden whip. He didn't want to ruin his precious possession here.

This wooden whip has a mysterious origin, yet it possesses extraordinary powers. It remains unharmed even when facing the Fallen Immortal Giant Spirit God, and can even cleave through black water to protect one's Dharma body.

Jiang Wen would be heartbroken if such a precious treasure were destroyed because it couldn't withstand the ginseng fruit tree.

They tried placing the wooden whip into the dark red lake of blood, and a ripple spread outwards. The calm surface of the lake gradually boiled, with countless bubbles surging.

Like a whale inhaling water, a massive whirlpool suddenly formed on the lake's surface, centered on the wooden whip. The viscous, ink-black blood of the gods emitted a low, mournful wail as it surged wildly toward the whip.

In a short while, the water level of the vast, dark red blood lake visibly dropped, revealing the lakebed below piled with countless skulls.

The chill and deathly silence that had permeated the space faded somewhat.

After the last drop of divine blood was completely devoured, the wooden whip floated in Jiang Wen's hand, its entire body shimmering with a warm, mysterious light.

The whip has twenty-one sections. At this moment, the top section suddenly made a soft "click" sound, as if some shackles had broken.

Immediately afterwards, the original simple and unadorned wooden surface of that section of the whip peeled off piece by piece like a molting skin, revealing a warm and jade-like texture inside.

Four mysterious runes appeared out of thin air and were deeply imprinted on it. Each rune was ancient in shape, resembling bird script or insect script, or the trajectory of stars, slowly rotating and emitting an indescribable fluctuation.

The moment the talisman appeared, the entire world within the viscera trembled slightly.

The light on the pulsating fleshy dome above dimmed, as if it were trembling.

Even the eerie ginseng fruit tree, with its skeletal branches moving without wind, emitted a faint "crackling" sound, and within the crystal-clear ginseng fruit at its top, the outline of an infant seemed to become clear for a moment.

A vast, ancient aura, far more ancient than the divine blood of this place, emanated from the four talismans. Although it was only for a moment before receding back into the wooden whip, it had already shaken the very foundation of this world.

"This is... the unsealing?" Jiang Wen stared blankly at the wooden whip in his hand. Although the top section was simple, it still looked different from the rest.

Jiang Wen never expected such a commotion. He had only intended to test whether the wooden whip could resist the erosion of the divine blood, but he never imagined that this thing would actually suck the entire blood lake clean.

"Good heavens, are you trying to wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace?" Jiang Wen thought in surprise.

He examined the wooden whip closely, focusing on the four talismans at the top. These talismans were unlike any he had ever seen; they were objects formed from the very fabric of nature. At first glance, they seemed incredibly profound, but upon closer inspection, he simply couldn't decipher them.

Looking at them for a while longer caused a stinging pain in his eyes. This forced Jiang Wen to look away and stop observing the four talismans.

"It really is that treasure!" Jiang Wen was overjoyed.

The extraordinary phenomena displayed by this wooden whip were beyond the reach of ordinary magical treasures. Only the Divine Whip, the supreme treasure of the immortals in mythology that could break all laws and control all treasures, could match this wooden whip. "The Divine Whip, I never thought I would actually see the Divine Whip from mythology." Jiang Su exclaimed in amazement, and was extremely envious of the Divine Whip.

This is the God-Slaying Whip, capable of striking down all the gods in the heavens.

Whether you are the Four Heavenly Kings or the Five Heavenly Emperors, under the God-Slaying Whip, you are all mortals.

I never expected to see it today, especially in Jiang Wen's hands.

“Your Excellency is surely destined to obtain this treasure,” Jiang Su said with a smile. “With this God-Slaying Whip, the ginseng fruit will also be within our grasp.”

"Perhaps." Jiang Wen held the God-Slaying Whip, showing little smugness.

The God-Slaying Whip is powerful, but it has only broken one seal. There are a total of twenty-one sections on it, and it will probably take a long time for it to display its divine power again.

The lake, formed from the pool of divine blood, was drained, but this only lifted one section of the seal. It's hard to imagine what rare and precious materials would be needed to lift the remaining seal.

Holding the God-Slaying Whip, Jiang Wen looked at the Blood Lake.

After the God-Slaying Whip drained its divine blood, the vast and boundless Blood Lake also dried up. Although new divine blood still slowly seeped from the deep black hole beneath the Heavenly King's head, it would probably take thousands or even tens of thousands of years to fill the entire Blood Lake.

He cast several protective spells and took out a few Bodhi wood talismans from his storage bag. After preparing, he stepped on the skulls piled up at the bottom of the lake and walked towards the ginseng fruit tree.

The Blood Lake is vast, so vast that mortals would hesitate to approach it.

Countless enormous skulls piled up at the bottom of the lake, forming hills.

These skulls are all different, but they are all several times larger than the skulls of ordinary people. They are like dead giants, lying quietly in this lake.

These skulls were not something ordinary people could possess. Jiang Wen speculated that they might belong to celestial soldiers or generals, or perhaps to demons and monsters.

Perhaps countless years ago, within the five internal organs of this Heavenly King, a fierce battle took place. The celestial soldiers and generals who perished were ultimately piled up in this lake of blood.

But who piled them up together? And who planted this ginseng fruit tree on the head of the Heavenly King of Growth?
Jiang Wen was very curious and also wanted to know about that indescribable mythical era.

His footwork was fast; although he couldn't travel a hundred miles in an instant like a flying sword, he could still walk a hundred feet in a single step with ease.

In the blink of an eye, he left countless bone mounds behind him.

They headed toward the Heavenly King's head, and the enormous head drew ever closer.

It wasn't until Jiang Wen arrived in front of the head that he realized how enormous the Heavenly King's body was.

This head was ten thousand feet tall; even Mount Everest, the highest peak in his world, appeared incredibly small in comparison.

"As expected of one of the Four Heavenly Kings," Jiang Wen praised, walking down to the head.

The head floated above the giant black hole in the lake, like magnets repelling each other.

Its thick neck was as smooth as a mirror, suggesting it had been severed by a single blow.

The facial markings had faded, but the features remained the same. Even a single strand of hair hanging down was thicker than an ancient tree that had stood for ten thousand years.

Examining the head of this Heavenly King closely, even after so long of death, it still exudes divine might. It's hard to imagine which deity could have severed the head of such a powerful and influential being.

I took out my camera and snapped a few photos; such a magnificent sight is truly rare. When I get back, I'll show it to Yan Gongli and the others, letting them see the real gods of this world.

(End of this chapter)