Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 565 Chapter 575: Emperor Fuyi, Yamata no Orochi
When disaster strikes, even gods will die.

Countless people watched as the mortal god descended from the sky, slowly dissipating as if he had never existed in this world.

Mortal gods face three calamities and nine tribulations, which they must confront.

The more drastic the changes in the world, the more likely it is to trigger the calamities they are destined to suffer.

Therefore, when they find themselves having to do something, they know they have entered a period of hardship.

If one can get through it safely, then one's cultivation level will reach a new level; but if one cannot get through it, then one will die and be reborn into the cycle of reincarnation.

Many mortal gods, holding this belief, stepped into the battlefield of the mortal world. Here, they were no different from the soldiers who fought for their lives on the battlefield; they all only had one life.

As the mortal gods fell one after another, the battle between the Northern Underworld Army and the Evil Spirit Army became even more frenzied.

As a general of the Northern Sea, Wu Huo was on the verge of death several times. If it weren't for the several highly skilled white immortals accompanying him constantly using their magic to save him, he would probably have died from exhaustion long ago.

Xing Liang, Zhang He, and others also suffered a significant drop in physical strength due to prolonged combat, and were no longer able to charge into battle as before.

“These evil spirit soldiers aren’t human; they don’t feel fatigue,” Xing Liang said, panting heavily as he killed an evil spirit army general in front of him with a single strike.

Surrounding him were the soldiers who had always followed him, who were now panting heavily, their hands weak and sore.

They had been fighting for an unknown amount of time, but the evil spirit army continued to surge forward. If this continued, the Northern Underworld Army would simply not be able to outlast the evil spirit army.

Xing Liang raised his head and looked up at the mortal gods who were engaged in fierce combat in the sky. The advantage of the mortal gods on the side of the Northern Underworld Army was slowly expanding.

"This war should be over soon, let's hold on a little longer."

"Yes!"

The soldiers around Xing Liang shouted and used their last remaining strength to continue fighting the enemy.

However, their speed of advance had slowed down, and before long, the subsequent Northern Underworld army began to catch up with them.

With the subsequent injection of blood, Xing Liang led his men to begin merging back into the main army.

Their mission was already accomplished: they had breached the evil spirit army's battle formation and significantly disrupted the enemy's morale.

"How is the battle going?" Xing Liang asked, stepping back to Zhang He's side.

Because Zhang He, as the vanguard utilizing the borrowed military force, understood the current battlefield situation far better than the one responsible for flanking maneuvers.

Zhang He glanced at Xing Liang's injuries and grinned, "I didn't expect you to come back alive."

Xing Liang rolled his eyes at the other person: "I'm not as easy to kill as you. Hurry up and tell me what happened."

"Many of my men are too exhausted to even lift their swords. Going up there would only be a pointless death. How many more waves of attacks will the evil spirit army launch after this?"

"According to the message from General Luo, there should be two more waves, but these should be the last two waves."

"The army under the Evil Spirit Lord consists entirely of modified humans who have no self-awareness and cannot retreat. Therefore, we can only endure their onslaught and kill them all."

An army that is not afraid of death is often the most difficult to deal with. Although the signs of victory are now in favor of the Northern Dark Army, the enemy's final counterattack is the most terrifying.

At this point, most of the Beiming army soldiers were exhausted, and two more attacks would likely result in many deaths.

Xing Liang quickly understood this point, turned his head and glanced around at the soldiers, only to see that everyone's face was tired.

"How about we retreat first, and then retaliate after the soldiers have rested?"

"We cannot retreat!" Zhang He immediately refused. Compared to Xing Liang, he saw further ahead: "The evil spirits, soldiers, gods, immortals, and mortals have all been mobilized. They have decided that this battle is the final battle, and they will certainly not let us leave easily."

"If we retreat, it will greatly lower the morale of our troops, and being pursued by the enemy will cause many of our soldiers to die needlessly."

"The only thing we can do now is to persevere."

"Either we wait for the celestial gods to decide the victor, or we will withstand the onslaught of the evil spirit army and achieve victory."

There are only these two options.

Zhang He's words were very straightforward; he believed that Xing Liang could see it without him having to say more.

"Okay, I know what to do."

Xing Liang slowly moved his arm. During his conversation with Zhang He, several white immortals came forward and cast healing spells on him, healing his injuries.

At the same time, a bowl of Xuanhuang liquid, diluted with Xuanhuang Dao Seed, was brought over to replenish his strength.

This is also why he led his men to retreat with the main army.

After receiving treatment and replenishing their strength, the soldiers charged back into battle against the onrushing evil spirit army.

Even with Bai Xian's help, the physical fatigue could not be fully recovered, and it would not be long before the body was exhausted again when facing the attack of the evil spirit army.

Most importantly, there is the psychological exhaustion of the people.

Although the Beiming Army's system was based on merit, it could not withstand prolonged battles, and psychological fatigue was also a key factor.

Five hours had passed since the start of the battle, and even the battle-hardened Beiming army could not withstand such a prolonged fighting.

Meanwhile, the battle between the mortal gods has reached its final stage.

After several more mortal gods fell on both the Yu God's side and the Evil Eye Immortal's side, the battle was about to come to an end.

The Evil-Eyed Immortal's face was ashen, most of his eyes had been blinded by divine power, and the rest were dull and lifeless, lacking their former charm.

The Yu God, with a crack on one of its horns, said coldly, "Sometimes, numbers may not determine everything, but they can determine victory or defeat."

The Evil-Eyed Immortal said angrily, "If it weren't for Goddess Zigu breaking her oath with the True Lord, how could you possibly be our match?"

Their original plan was to attack the Northern Underworld Army from both sides, but the Evil Spirit Army fought a bitter battle on the front for so long, yet the evil army of Zigu Goddess did not arrive.

As the God of Yu said, sometimes numbers don't determine everything, but if it's a matter of mortal gods with similar strength, and the opponent has almost twice as many mortal gods as them, then that's the opponent's advantage.

Under the siege of the Yu God and others, several mortal gods died one after another, and now they were at their wits' end.

However, just as the God of the Witch was about to personally finish off the Evil Eye Immortal, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded.

The footsteps were crisp and loud, reaching everyone's ears.

The God of the Yu suddenly raised his head and saw something slowly wriggling in the void in front of him. The huge evil eye hanging in the air, parallel to the blood moon, tore open and a handsome man dressed in white robes and white armor, with a pale face, walked out.

He clapped as he walked toward the crowd, his feet treading on the void, each step causing the void to shatter.

An incomparably sinister and majestic domain descended, and the sacrificial altar of the Yu God and others went dark, instantly losing its original effect.

“Evil Spirit Lord!” Yu’s pupils suddenly contracted. Although everyone had long guessed that the Evil Spirit Lord would appear, when he actually appeared, an uncontrollable fear still rose in their hearts.

Because they had once fought against the goddess Zigu, but were suppressed by her with just one hand.

That feeling of helplessness, of being unable to resist, is still unforgettable for them, who are minor deities.

The difference between large and small is like the difference between heaven and earth.

The Evil Spirit Lord stepped out slowly, each step seeming to tread on the hearts of everyone present.

He simply waved his hand, and the injuries on the Evil Eye Immortal and the others began to heal rapidly.

"I have to admit, your Lord is really amazing. He was able to block the attacks from both my forces and Zigu's forces from the left and right."

"But he underestimates us too much, thinking that you dozen or so mortal gods and the vastly outnumbered Northern Underworld army can stop us?"

"Or does he think he can fight against both me and Zigu Goddess on his own?"

The Evil Spirit True Lord smiled faintly: "I know that he has a great mortal god assisting him. With a great mortal god restraining me or Zigu Goddess, the two sides are still relatively equal in strength."

"But didn't he ever consider that if he could have helpers, couldn't Zigu Goddess and I also have helpers?"

As they were speaking, a dark crack suddenly appeared in the space beside the Evil Spirit True Lord, and a thick snake head emerged from it.

Then came the second, the third... until finally, a giant serpent with eight heads and a body length of ten thousand meters coiled above the Northern Underworld Army.

As soon as it appeared, the spiritual energy flowing throughout the world seemed to be obstructed, becoming viscous. Clumps of filthy, foul-smelling black mist wriggled around its serpentine body, as if they were alive.

The great folk god - Yamata no Orochi.

The few remaining Fuyi giants below, upon seeing the Yamata no Orochi, couldn't help but bow down and shout "Emperor's divine might!"

Not far away, Xu Lili and Feng Shaoyang exchanged a glance, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

They never expected that the Evil Spirit Lord would bring in a major mortal god from outside the Divine Continent. This was a serious taboo that would provoke the hostility of all the mortal gods in the Divine Continent.

It seems that this law exists in every world, especially in dynasties like the Xuan Kingdom.

It's okay for everyone to fight amongst themselves in the same nest, because no matter who wins or loses, it's all family stuff anyway.

But if someone invites outsiders, then the meaning changes.

Because in this division of interests, outsiders will naturally take away the benefits that belong to everyone in this community.

Besides, who would willingly let outsiders take their things?

On this land, the mortal gods fought each other for incense offerings, engaging in battles and killings, each refusing to yield. Yet, all of this was based on the understanding that all of them were deities born from the same land.

However, if an alien god enters, everyone will tacitly unite to confront the alien god and drive it out.

For example, the barbarian god of the northern frontier, even with the combat power of a mortal lord, still dared not easily set foot on the land of China belonging to any dynasty.

However, at this moment, the Evil Spirit Lord has seriously violated the rules between mortal gods.

The god stared intently at the eight-headed serpent that was looking around the entire world, his divine power surging and increasing.

"Do you dare defy the state bans?"

Upon hearing this, the Yamata no Orochi chuckled, its thick tail swaying gently.

"ban?"

"Only you Shenzhou still care about these things. You probably have no idea what the situation is like outside, right?" The Yamata no Orochi flicked its long tongue, showing disdain for the anger displayed by the Yu God.

“We can’t control what happens outside, but if you defy the ban, you will be punished by the gods of our land.”

The Yamata no Orochi said indifferently, "This world is in chaos now. Where is there a safe place? The land of China is vast and rich. Can't it accommodate a mere god like me?"

"Sorry, there's no room!" Just then, a clear voice suddenly came from beside the Yamata no Orochi.

"When?"

The Yamata no Orochi's pupils contracted sharply, and its divine power surged forth, rushing towards the direction of the sound.

To be able to bypass the Great God of Mortals' perception and appear silently beside him, either the opponent is too weak, or their strength is several levels higher than one's own.

The Evil Spirit Lord narrowed his eyes and looked over, then a chilling smile appeared on his lips.

"Lord Beiming, you've become even stronger in just a short time."

The Evil Spirit True Monarch's gaze fell on the killing mark between Lin Beixuan's brows, and he seemed to realize something: "Is it because the calamity aura is becoming more and more intense that this guy is growing at such an astonishing speed?"

From before Lin Beixuan broke through to the Human Immortal realm, to after Lin Beixuan became a Human Immortal and severed the benevolent soul of the Goddess Zigu, almost leaving her in Luozhou, it can be said that the Evil Spirit True Lord has watched Lin Beixuan grow step by step.

Previously, when Lin Beixuan clashed with Dou Xingshen outside Liangcheng, Xie Lingzhenjun discovered that Lin Beixuan's strength was in no way inferior to his own.

When we meet again now, we've grown up once more.

Although Orochi isn't considered particularly strong among the great gods, it's not to the point that a powerful being could appear right next to it without it noticing.

They didn't even notice any fluctuation when Lin Beixuan appeared, as if he had appeared out of thin air.

"If he had made a move then, Orochi might have been severely injured."

The Evil Spirit True Lord had personally witnessed Lin Beixuan and Zigu Goddess's battle. He knew that although Lin Beixuan's realm was only Human Immortal, his power had already reached the level of a Great Mortal God. If he were to launch a sneak attack, the Eight-Headed Serpent would definitely be seriously injured.

However, Lin Beixuan did not make a move, which made the Evil Spirit True Monarch both surprised and suspicious.

He felt that seeing Lin Beixuan again caused his original plans to waver inexplicably.

However, the Evil Spirit Lord remained calm and said, "The Goddess Zigu has already led another great mortal god to the battlefield where the evil army and the Yin soldiers are fighting. Aren't you afraid that the Yin soldiers you have painstakingly trained will be destroyed by your appearance here?"

When he learned that the evil army had been stopped by the Yin soldiers, the Evil Spirit Lord did not panic, because it was all still in his plan.

Even though the Yin soldiers had Kang Xing Shen in charge, Zi Gu Shen's side had two powerful mortal gods. Zi Gu Shen could hold off Kang Xing Shen, while the other could join forces with the evil army to destroy the Yin soldiers and then turn around to deal with Kang Xing Shen.

On this side, they are also facing two against one. Lin Beixuan can fight Zigu Goddess head-on without being at a disadvantage, but what if it's two or even four great mortal gods?
Thinking of this, the unease that had inexplicably risen in the heart of the Evil Spirit True Lord was suppressed, and he said with a smile, "Judging from your unhurried appearance, you don't actually think that you can stop the two great mortal gods with just the Star God Kang, do you?"

Lin Beixuan remained calm as he looked at the Evil Spirit True Monarch.

"Who told you that I only have one great mortal god as a helper?"

(End of this chapter)