The Old Gods

Chapter 1005 Fireworks, Blood Drops

Lu Ran knew his body inside and out, and everything was just as he had expected!
On New Year's Eve, he realized it was time.

This body, at the second level of the Heavenly Realm, had every inch of skin, every piece of flesh and bone thoroughly strengthened and transformed under the constant nourishment of the Holy Spirit Qi.

It is possible to break through the bottleneck at any time.

The third level of the Heavenly Realm, the pinnacle of the human race!

Physical strength, power, speed, and other attributes; total divine power reserves; and an intangible yet real aura.
They will all reach the pinnacle of human capabilities!
But at this very moment, Lu Ran hesitated.

Because today is Lunar New Year's Eve!
Tomorrow, the first day of the lunar new year, is the day when people climb the altar to worship the gods and pray for the gods of the Burning Gate to appear.

Once she advances to the next level, Xiao Ruyi will definitely send troops to support her, and the soldiers may be distracted, delaying the recruitment of disciples.

Therefore, Lu Ran negotiated with Lord Xianyang and gave the soldiers a long lecture before returning to Holy Spirit Mountain.

He had to obtain permission from the Immortal Sheep.

Because the blood-skull evil sculpture in the sculpture park is still shaking, the deceased father, Lu Xing, has still not been resurrected.

The stone sculpture of the Immortal Sheep is located in the third heaven.

Lu Ran can move freely in the human world and the third heaven, but if he goes to the distant Holy Spirit Mountain, he worries that General Yang will be too far away to reach him and something might go wrong.

Fortunately, Lord Immortal Sheep agreed.

Lu Ran also took the opportunity to inquire about the progress of the resurrection, since it had been almost a month since the third day of the twelfth lunar month.
Lord Immortal Sheep merely gave a cold "humph" and then fell silent.

Lu Ran wasn't sure if his understanding was accurate.

Was the domineering sheep boss's cold snort meant to say, "This is nothing"?
Reviving someone is indeed a monumental undertaking, a feat that defies the laws of nature.

Lu Ran couldn't help but think of Wuya, a former subordinate of Yunhai who died in battle.

The more difficult the resurrection became, the less he dared to ask Lord Immortal Sheep for help again. After much thought, he could only wait until later to resurrect his comrades himself.

The problem is, when I have the ability to do this, does it mean that Lord Immortal Sheep...
With heavy thoughts in his heart, Lu Ran returned to Holy Spirit Mountain, stepping into the ends of the earth and plunging into the thick fog.

Inside the sect, Chang Ying and Jin Que'er are breaking through and advancing in rank.

After Lu Ran reaches the summit, the two of them should also transform into majestic beings of the Heavenly Realm.

Lu Ran quickly arrived at the secluded cultivation room underground in Tianya Residence, picked up the Blazing Phoenix Pattern Gourd, and had the little guy spray wisps of holy spirit energy onto his body.

Lu Ran was indeed unable to mobilize the Holy Spirit's energy.

But Little Chi Feng can!

He would point the gourd's mouth at any part of the flesh and bones that he felt was not being nourished enough.

Just like applying perfume~
As he was spraying, Lu Ran suddenly froze!
Immediately afterwards, the mist tornadoes that were slowly swirling between heaven and earth added many more...
Lu Ran finally broke through the bottleneck and started his advancement mode in a spectacular fashion.

On earth, New Year's Eve is a time of great celebration!

The land of Daxia was filled with jubilation as people celebrated the New Year, stayed up all night, and discussed the messages from the newly descended gods during family reunions.

Before their own small shrine, they knelt and prayed devoutly to the brand-new miniature statue of a certain Burning Gate Warrior.

I pray that the gods will appear on the altar tomorrow.

The world is different now.

But it seems like nothing is different.

As midnight approached, fireworks lit up the sky over Harbin, a city far to the northeast of Daxia.

The night sky was dazzling and colorful, reflecting the joyful faces of the people.

In the inner city of Nightmare City (formerly Northwind City), inside a large mansion, a white-haired woman was kneeling in the courtyard.

Under the same beautiful night sky, blood dripped continuously from her body, staining the ground red.

"My lord, all the remaining rebels have been arrested. A small number of stubborn ones resisted fiercely, but I have dealt with them."

Liao Wushuang knelt respectfully before a tall and graceful figure not far away, her forehead pressed against the cold snow.

Deng Yuxiang silently gazed up at the night sky, saying nothing.

Not all people and things in this world are as beautiful as fireworks.

Even fireworks leave behind choking smoke and litter everywhere.

The deity Beifeng has stood in the world for over forty years, and naturally has many loyal followers.

Even if Deng Yuxiang descended in divine form, the mortals had no power to resist; even if the world was peaceful on the fifteenth of the twelfth lunar month, the prestige of the gods of the Burning Gate was pushed to an unprecedented height.
Even though the influence of the Great Xia's number one prodigy covered the entire country
The remnants of the north wind still exist.

Not only do they exist, but this group is also plotting how to avenge Lord Beifeng and how to sabotage tomorrow's religious ceremony.

The remnants attempted to expand their power, constantly inciting the masses to join them and not worship the new gods, so that the newly descended gods would lose their source of power and eventually perish.

Some people are extremely loyal and are willing to do anything for the gods they once worshipped.

Some people are so deeply disciplined that they cannot allow their own understanding to collapse or the rules to change.

In the past two weeks, the former human identities of the gods of the Burning Gate have been completely exposed.

It was precisely this former identity as a "human" that became the original sin of the Burning Gate warriors!

In the minds of many remnants of the old ideology, being born as a human being means knowing one's place.

God is a glorious and mighty savior.

You and I are lowly species, insignificant and fragile, in need of divine redemption.

However, the warriors of the Burning Gate broke the rules and shattered the believers' understanding with their actions.

How is this possible?
This is wrong; the world shouldn't be like this!

Humans should return to their rightful place, beg the gods to return and rule over the world, and plead with the gods to bring down their punishment.
"Bang!" "Whoosh!" Another firework bursts into bloom, reflecting the myriad faces of people around us.

The vibrant colors seemed to fall into Deng Yuxiang's dark eyes, giving them a strange luster.

"You are the one who should join them."

Deng Yuxiang finally spoke, her icy words making the snow-covered courtyard feel even colder.

"I am the most loyal follower of the Lord, heaven and earth bear witness, the sun and moon bear witness!" Liao Wushuang said in a trembling voice, sounding somewhat ridiculous.

The two had fought a battle in Northwind City.

At that time, Liao Wushuang was considered a senior of the human race. He used every means to suppress his juniors and tried to kill them in the final battle.

But now, Liao Wushuang has said such things.

Her trembling voice revealed her fear.

What's incredible is that Liao Wushuang's gaze toward the new god was so fervent.

what is this?
Fanaticism among converts?
As Deng Yuxiang turned to look at her, Liao Wushuang trembled even more violently, and her eyes became even brighter.

Fear is a physiological reaction, and it is a rule of the cultivation system that all living beings cannot escape.

That even more intense gaze, however, came from a psychological level.

It is an extreme rejection and denial of one's original identity, and an excessive identification with and loyalty to the new identity and new beliefs.

Humans are complex animals.

When a large number of "human gods" descended to earth, far too many people's faith collapsed.

This includes Liao Wushuang.

She had once been so devout and so deeply convinced of the North Wind.

They felt that it was a supreme being, a deity that could not be offended in the slightest.

Now, Deng Yuxiang has replaced Beifeng and occupied the ancient city that belonged to Beifeng. Furthermore, judging from the divine powers she possesses, people can vaguely deduce...
Deng Yuxiang personally killed Beifeng and took his place!
Liao Wushuang was utterly devastated, going from disappointment to despair.

I felt deceived, I felt betrayed.

Isn't the north wind supreme?

Isn't it omnipotent?

Liao Wushuang collapsed onto the street, utterly dejected. Days and nights passed, and her shattered heart continued to rebuild itself, her crumbling faith constantly being reshaped.

And yet, it's frantically self-consistent.

Until one moment, she suddenly "came back to life" and devoted herself to the new gods with a fervor far greater than when she worshipped the old gods.

Later, under the watchful eye of the new god, she took up the butcher's knife.

In order to preserve the rebuilt image of God in their hearts, they were willing to do all sorts of dirty and bloody things.

"My lord." A familiar female voice suddenly came from outside the mansion.

Deng Yuxiang was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Go in."

Hu Jiaojiao pushed open the door and entered, looking at her former best friend, but dared not address her intimately anymore: "Lord Nightmare."

Upon seeing her former best friend, Deng Yuxiang's icy demeanor gradually softened, and a smile appeared on her face:
You've even forgotten my name?

“Ah! Yu Yu Xiang,” Hu Jiaojiao stammered.

"What's wrong?" It was clear that Deng Yuxiang was deliberately softening her tone and trying to make her voice gentler.

"Do you want to have New Year's Eve dinner? Would you like dumplings?" Hu Jiaojiao asked, her voice growing softer as she carried a delicate lunchbox.

This is really too surreal.

Even Hu Jiaojiao herself was starting to doubt what she was doing.
The problem is that the new gods who have descended to earth are completely different from the old gods.

The north wind has never touched the human world.
They would probably find it dirty even if they were born.

Deng Yuxiang, this "new god of the human race," can create a physical body, lives in a courtyard, pays attention to social news, and is currently enjoying the fireworks.

Hu Jiaojiao will never forget that morning of the sixteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Deng Yuxiang actually landed in the inner city in human form, chose a place to live, and asked her to buy some daily necessities.
She even specifically requested that the shampoo be camellia-scented.

That scene brought Hu Jiaojiao a huge mental shock!

That's why Hu Jiaojiao came to the door at this time to ask the gods if they wanted to eat New Year's Eve dinner.

"Okay." Deng Yuxiang nodded slightly and walked towards the house.

Hu Jiaojiao glanced at Liao Wushuang kneeling in the snow, but didn't dare to say anything. She immediately caught up with Deng Yuxiang.

At the table in the hall, Hu Jiaojiao quickly served the dishes, some cold and some hot, as well as two plates of steaming dumplings.

In the northeastern part of the Great Xia region, dumplings are an indispensable part of New Year's Eve.

"Let's eat together." Deng Yuxiang was a little troubled, as the smoky gauze was still in someone's hands and hadn't been returned.

Otherwise, my friend wouldn't be so terrified.

"Okay," Hu Jiaojiao replied softly, setting out the bowls and chopsticks.

Deng Yuxiang rested her elbows on the edge of the table, propped her face up with her palms, and tilted her head to smile at her best friend's baby face: "Should I call Shuangzi over so the three of us can celebrate the New Year together?"
You haven't seen her in a long time, have you?

Hu Jiaojiao: "."

The deity in my heart speaks human language and does human things time and time again.

Seeing that Hu Jiaojiao had no objections, Deng Yuxiang actually took out her phone and dialed the number of another deity.
(End of this chapter)