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Chapter 425 Wrestling with the Greek Gods

The sage is angry!

Feeling the terrifying pressure sweeping across the five regions, countless once high and mighty immortals and gods trembled in fear.

Many years have passed; the battle between the sages has been separated by countless seasons.

I vaguely remember the last time the saints fought was during the Investiture of the Gods period, when the Tongtian Sect Leader set up the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

The time before that was a battle for divine power between the factions of Zeus and Cronus.

The time before that was...

If you think about it carefully, even a quasi-saint can easily destroy a region, but in front of a saint, they are just the most ordinary unit of measurement.

Any sage can create and destroy a vast number of quasi-sages with a single thought.

But the fact that these sages could live in harmony for so long and always emerge unscathed is, upon closer reflection, quite a stroke of luck.

At this moment, Bai Ye's attempt to rescue Sisyphus and Prometheus directly angered Zeus on Mount Olympus.

As the king of all living beings, no one has dared to disobey him for a long time.

Apollo turned back with some fear to look at Mount Olympus, which was shrouded in thick clouds.

He certainly understood that this was the work of Zeus, the god-king who possessed the power over the sky and thunder.

"You should leave quickly," Apollo advised Bai Ye and the others. "The God-King has already unleashed his wrath. Leave before he punishes you."

Before they could exchange more than a few words, Apollo saw the crumbling air wall behind Bai Ye begin to close up, becoming incredibly solid again, clearly indicating that they weren't going to let Bai Ye leave easily.

"It seems your God-King doesn't intend to let me leave." Bai Ye smiled and said to Sun Wukong, "Next, we'll head west, and after passing through the obstacles between the human world and the underworld, we'll find Sisyphus trapped on the mountain."

"What you need to do is rescue him, then make him the one who spreads the scriptures, and together with Prometheus spread the scriptures throughout the five realms."

"It may take anywhere from thirty to fifty years, or even a thousand to eight hundred years, but as long as you take one step at a time and remain sincere, you will surely turn misfortune into good fortune and achieve your goals."

As Bai Ye spoke, he gently transferred the two collections of scriptures he had transmitted into Sun Wukong's mind, instructing him to spread them throughout the five regions.

"Then, Great Sage, you..." Sun Wukong asked.

"Of course, we'll go up Mount Olympus and persuade that stubborn king of the gods to change his mind." Bai Ye said, turning his gaze to Apollo: "Please, God of Light, lead the way."

"He's gone mad." A deep sense of fear gripped Apollo's heart. What made a quasi-saint want to change the mind of a saint? Was it just because he was handsome?

"It doesn't seem like it's impossible..." Apollo turned his gaze to Bai Ye.

Just standing there, he was like the first gentle ray of light in the morning. His features were so exquisite that even the most skilled sculptor could not have sculpted them; every line perfectly outlined his unparalleled handsomeness.

Despite his lack of talent, Apollo was known as the most handsome man in the entire Southern Region, and everyone who saw him praised his beautiful appearance.

But after seeing Bai Ye, one can clearly feel the gap between the two. Bai Ye's body is not only perfect, but simply put, it transcends the constraints of the laws of physics.

For example, two stones with the exact same atomic structure will be identical no matter how you measure them in terms of physical quantities.

But if you ask anyone to judge, they will all agree that the stone on the left is more attractive after just one glance.

This is the terrifying effect of Charm 1.5 reaching the extraordinary level; it's practically a succubus's creation, something to be delighted at the mere sight of it.

In Greek mythology, the buff effect of being good-looking is something everyone understands.

Zeus, in particular, was an outrageous oddball.

Bai Ye believes her own tastes are quite broad; as long as someone is good-looking, she'd be attracted to anything, from vampires and mutants to My Little Pony characters.

But when faced with someone like Zeus, even Bai Ye could only admit his inferiority.

Behind them, Sun Wukong and Yang Kaitai were already heading towards the underworld where Sisyphus resided.

Bai Ye followed Apollo toward Mount Olympus, where an angry saint awaited him.

Throughout the Five Realms, countless gazes were focused on the two, including not only Quasi-Saints but also Saints.

They wanted to see what fate awaited the god who had angered the saint.

Mount Olympus, standing tall beneath the azure sky, is the meeting point of heaven and earth. It is not only the abode of the gods but also the gathering place of the power of the southern region.

Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, the temple appeared and disappeared, but because of the recent display of divine power, the sky above the mountain was shrouded in thick dark clouds, with several dazzling bolts of lightning flashing from time to time.

The two remained silent the entire way, and soon arrived at the mountain peak high in the sky.

Inside the Pantheon atop the mountain, Zeus sat high on a throne made of pure gold, his eyes deep and his thunder scepter in hand, exuding an inviolable majesty.

Standing on both sides were numerous deities, including Athena, Poseidon, and the three Fates, clearly wanting to come and see what was going on.

"He's here." The gods' hearts tightened, for at the entrance stood a long-haired youth, walking on light, looking directly at the Greek gods without fear.

"Greek god-king high atop the clouds, let's have a contest."

Bai Ye entered the room and shouted loudly, a three-meter-long rope appearing in his hand without his knowledge: "I heard that your strength is greater than the combined strength of all the gods in the Southern Region, so how about we have a contest to see who is stronger?"

"What did this guy say?" Everyone was incredulous. For a quasi-saint to compete in strength with a saint was simply a fantasy.

Zeus demonstrated his power at the first Olympic Games.

At that time, on the other end of the rope, the sun, moon, meteors, Neptune, Hades, and other gods tried to pull the other end of the rope together, but even so, they could not budge the rope at all.

Now, Bai Ye actually wants to emulate his past actions and take the initiative to challenge the Sage.

"You want to fight me in a ring." On his throne, Zeus's eyes held a hint of anger.

He had to admit that Bai Ye was a truly interesting little god who had successfully piqued his interest with his words.

Faced with Zeus's questioning, Bai Ye, holding one end of a rope in his right hand, blocked the temple entrance, his eyes fixed on the gods inside, and said:

"Whether it's one person or a group of people, as long as they can use their strength to pull the rope and make me move one step, I'll do whatever I want with them."

"Of course, if I win." Bai Ye revealed a slightly sickly smile: "Now, everyone here, please cooperate with me in playing a game."

"The Sage has no choice but to win this time." Countless quasi-Sages watching from the outer realms murmured to themselves.

Such bold words would be too much for even a saint to back down from in order to maintain their dignity.

Throughout history, no quasi-saint has ever dared to be so arrogant as to compete with a saint.

If it were a beauty contest, that would be one thing, but why is it a contest of strength, something linked to one's cultivation level? Even a saint couldn't possibly lose.

"I accept your challenge."

As they spoke, Zeus's towering figure descended from his throne, his right hand holding the thunder scepter, grasping the other end of the rope, ready to exert his strength.

(End of this chapter)