Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Zhang Yang said, "Wait a minute. What is the Divine Realm? Aren't your gods from mythology? I remember they came to earth from some kind of [Undying Realm] and became gods of the undeserving."

"Hehehe, interesting. Did all of this happen without their knowledge?" The giant eagle let out a deep cry, spread its wings, and burst into lightning all around, its oppressive aura enveloping the entire world.

"Then listen carefully. Whether you did it intentionally or unintentionally, the spatial distortion caused by your curse has connected the divine realm with the earth."

"This is our divine realm."

"It is the world of mythology!"

"The world that recreates mythology is different from the multiverse you inhabit."

"If we were to use trees as a metaphor, the starry sea where you live would be a branch of a great tree, the Undying Realm would be mythology, the root of the great tree, and the mythological world where we live would be the leaves on the tree."

Zhang Yang: "..."

Red Iris: "..."

Wait a minute, how come we've come full circle? It's still the metaphor of the tree of imaginary numbers, only this time the map seems to have become even bigger.

Zhang Yang's hand was still on Asuna's shoulder. He thought to himself, "Isn't the setting of the Godkiller world just that a great spirit of a planet was worshipped as a god by humans and thus ascended to a higher realm? At most, it's just a story on Earth, right? How come there's also the multiverse?"

What the heck is this mythological world?

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Zeus's tone remained impassioned: "The realm of gods is countless. If we speak of the multiverse, it is the place where you have passed through, which operates according to a common set of physical laws."

"The realm of gods, however, does not operate according to the laws of physics, but only according to the logic of mythology."

Feel lucky, humans!

“My soaring spirit caused a storm, not specifically targeting the people of this land, though they are certainly an eyesore.”

Athena then said softly, "That may be true, but the destruction of that divine realm is inevitable, and it will certainly affect your land, becoming the key to triggering an unprecedented calamity."

Zeus snorted coldly: "More or less, but humanity is protected by fate, so at most this country will sink into the sea."

"Ah, Japan sank." Zhang Yang said with an "oh," "It seems the disaster that the Japanese have been fantasizing about every day has finally come true."

At this moment, Chi Yuan spoke up: "My two deities, is it true that as long as the corridor is closed, the earth will not be affected?"

Zeus suddenly let out a sinister, cackling laugh: "Why shut it down? There are just too many humans on Earth, like ants. It's a good opportunity to reduce their numbers."

"Humanity's wanton pollution of nature has brought them their best fate." Athena wholeheartedly agreed, then spread her wings and flew towards the corridor: "God-slaying beast, if you can stop it, come! I am the bright-eyed princess, and I have never feared any challenge!"

Zeus also rose into the air: "You god-slaying beast, you who defy fate and connect the realm of the gods with the earth, I will stop you from destroying the Corridor with the chariot of time, and let my soaring heart cleanse the earth!"

The two gods flew into the air and simultaneously unleashed their powers.

Rumble!

Zeus's thunderbolts exploded in the clouds, each lightning bolt cleaving a path toward the north wind, and cold currents surged in from all directions.

Wherever Athena's gaze fell, even the air seemed to condense into frosty fragments.

In an instant, the surface of Tokyo Bay froze for hundreds of miles, the railings of rooftop terraces were covered with frost, and Asuna Yuuki's breath froze into ice beads in front of her.

"Haha, although it's not a disobedient god, the fact that gods on earth can lose their minds and become arrogant and fanatical remains unchanged!"

Zhang Yang leaped into the air, his figure transforming into a crimson-gold afterimage.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of collisions erupted continuously above the clouds. The battle between the Godslayer and the two great gods in the air caused a shockwave that was like a violent storm being punched by a fist!

boom!

Zhang Yang crashed back to the ground, his shoulders turning grayish-white and fading away, his hair standing on end, and there were even flashes of electricity, clearly indicating that he was not unharmed.

The entire city was instantly enveloped in the sweltering heat of midsummer.

The sky, which was snowing not long ago, is now scorching hot, melting the frozen treetops. Ice blocks mixed with melted water are falling from the eaves with a crackling sound.

Mei quickly asked, "Yang, what about the other two?"

"They ran back." Zhang Yang shrugged. "Looks like we got a surprise gift box this time."

Chapter 161 Divine Descendants and Corrective Power

The wind gradually subsided, and the waves receded into the deep green depths.

Zhang Yang watched the storm dissipate in the sky, and just as he was about to turn around, he saw a streak of blue-purple light streak across the horizon.

The light fell on the top of the abandoned signal tower.

It is a swallow.

It was just much larger, almost as big as a human.

Asuna was startled: "What is it this time?"

“It’s a familiar.” Zhang Yang recognized at a glance that the swallow was a magician’s trick.

Swallow tilted its head, its black bean-like eyes darting around, and spoke in human language: "King from another world, please wait."

Zhang Yang raised an eyebrow: "You're the magician of this world?"

Yanzi said, "There are no magicians in this world, only descendants of gods from the Age of Gods. If Your Majesty does not mind, please stay and have a chat."

Zhang Yang nodded slightly: "Alright, where are you?"

"Please wait a moment."

The swallows flew into the air and circled for a while. A moment later, the roar of a helicopter came from afar.

A dark green helicopter landed on a park vacant lot, the air blast from its rotors flattening the surrounding bushes.

The hatch opened automatically, and the swallow spread its wings: "Please come aboard."

Asuna took a half step back, making sure the cockpit was empty except for a talisman: "This... is autopilot?"

“No, this is a spell to drive the vehicle.” Zhang Yang patted Asuna on the shoulder: “It’s just a small trick. I remember a sorcerer once said that if you can’t use a small spell to collapse a small brick courtyard, you’re not qualified to graduate.”

Upon hearing this, Asuna instinctively followed.

beep-

The helicopter took off and flew north along the coastline.

Outside the porthole, the lights of Yokohama gradually thinned out, replaced by denser streetlights.

At the entrance to Chinatown, the vermilion archway is illuminated by warm yellow lights in the night, a row of auspicious beasts perch on the glazed tiles, red lanterns hang high on both sides of the street, and the air is filled with the sweet aroma of star anise, soy sauce and caramelized sugar.

Swallow led the group through three alleys and stopped in front of a vermilion gate.

There was no plaque above the door, only a circle of seal characters, from which Zhang Yang could roughly make out the two characters "Nuwa".

The door opened.

The courtyard is small, paved with blue bricks, and an old locust tree stands in the center, its branches strong and powerful like iron.

Under the locust tree was a stone table with a purple clay teapot and several teacups on it, the tea still steaming.

A young girl stood beside the stone table.

He was not tall, with long, jet-black hair that reached his waist, adorned with several jade ornaments. He wore a plain white Hanfu with a cross-collar and right-fastening front, and snake-shaped patterns embroidered on the cuffs. A very faint golden ring shone deep in his pupils, like the vertical pupils of a snake. If you stared at it for a long time, you would feel that the golden ring was slowly flowing.

"I am Nüxi, a descendant of a god." The girl bowed slightly, her voice clear and melodious like spring water striking stone. "I have lived for over three hundred years, and it is an honor to meet King Wu today."

Zhang Yang sat down on the stone bench, picked up his teacup, and took a sip: "What is a descendant of gods? Born of gods?"

Nu hope gently shook her head and sat down on the stone bench: "The descendants of the gods are those who inherit the blood of the gods. The term 'divine blood' is just a more easily understood term."

"In reality, it is divine power and the wisdom of the gods. It is not born from the union of gods and mortals. Mortals receive the wisdom of the gods, and their bodies and souls undergo transformation. This is what is meant by the descendants of the gods."

"King Wu may have seen witches, sorceresses, or Taoist nuns in other worlds—women with exceptional spiritual vision, possessing the blood of dragons and serpents, and said to be descendants of the Earth Mother Goddess..."

"They are also of divine lineage; their ancestors were priests chosen by the Earth Mother Goddess."

Chi Yuan nodded slightly: "Divine power is information, and divine descendants are the database carriers, just like the Holy Marks."

Mei nodded, "It does feel like something similar."

“I’m sorry, I haven’t seen the scenery of your two worlds, so I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nüxi picked up the purple clay teapot and refilled everyone’s cups with tea. “However, there is one key difference between the divine descendants and the holy marks you two mentioned: the divine blood will be modified.”

Zhang Yang put down his teacup: "Correction?"

“So that King Wu may know, fate will correct the mistakes in history.” Nüxi held up the teacup with both hands, the steam condensing into a small cloud of white mist in front of her. “Mystery itself is a mistake.”

"The power of the gods, as the greatest mystery, cannot escape the power of correction."

“The divine descendants are part of the correction. Three hundred years ago, there were more than a thousand divine descendants, but now there are only fifty-seven left.”

"The divine blood is becoming increasingly thin, and the divine power diminishes with each generation."

Zhang Yang put down his teacup, thinking to himself, "Isn't this just the power of inhibition?"

However, according to this logic, why doesn't the corrective force correct itself? These god-slayers act with impunity; Luo Hao restored Han Chinese clothing and destroyed half of Europe's industry; Voban destroyed the Papacy's Knights and the Ottoman Palace of Wisdom; and he himself directly led the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom to destroy the Qing dynasty…

Is it because I haven't done enough?

"Alright, then you are a descendant of that god."

“A descendant of Nuwa.” Nuxi looked up at Zhang Yang. “Nuwa was not a deity in the pre-Qin era, but an official position. She was in charge of star observation and astronomical records. She was a priestess of the ancient Earth Mother Goddess and inherited the wisdom of the goddess. I inherited this bloodline... at least in this world.”

Chi Yuan suddenly spoke up: "You just said 'in this world,' you've observed other worlds?"

“Exactly.” Nuxi dipped her fingertip in a drop of tea and drew a circle on the stone table, then drew several smaller circles next to it. “Although I am merely a resident of this universe, if I meditate deeply and hone my mind, I can send out spiritual visions to observe the conditions of other worlds.”

She lightly touched each small circle with her fingertips: "I have seen a world where Jesus Christ was not crucified, where he lived to be ninety and died in Galilee."

"I have seen it. During World War II, the world was attacked by aliens, and the Normandy landings turned into a massive air battle between the human coalition and the alien fleet."

"Vlad III became a true vampire, a demon king who ruled over all of Europe and the Ottoman Empire."

"The Frankish Kingdom established by Charlemagne has not been divided and has continued to exist as a unified empire to this day."

She paused, her fingertip resting on the last circle: "And then there was the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, when the Yellow Turban Rebellion was completely successful, giving birth to a world of revolutionary regimes centered around the Yellow Turban leaders."

"This is the multiverse, countless in number, each with its own unique history."

Zhang Yang listened, tapping his fingers lightly on the stone table twice: "The map has become much larger, but there's something I'm more concerned about."

"What's the matter?"

"Where is the limit to the power output of a god-slayer?"

Nüxi fell silent.

The leaves of the old locust tree rustled softly in the night breeze, and dappled shadows swayed on the blue brick ground.

“King Wu…” Nuxi looked up and stared straight at him, “You have already destroyed a universe once.”

Zhang Yang was taken aback: "When did this happen?"

“Without your knowledge,” Nüxi said, her hands clasped on her knees, “from the moment your power tore through space and connected the divine realm with the earth, the future I could observe has become completely chaotic.”

"Corrective forces will correct the mistakes of human history, so there is only one history for humanity. In this process, we will make mistakes, we will fall, and we will perish due to large-scale disasters..."

"However, it will not be completely destroyed; it will always continue."

"This is the mercy of fate, but King Wu, your appearance and your power to travel have caused a change, and the script that was already determined by fate has completely disappeared."

She paused before saying, "The widespread use of neural connectivity devices I've witnessed has turned the future of the human brain directly connected to the internet into chaos. In a sense, you've destroyed a universe."

"..."

"..."

"..."

All the women looked at Zhang Yang at the same time.

Chi Yuan and Mei were thinking that the "Fairy Corridor" really could destroy the world and directly destroy the branches on the Imaginary Tree.

Asuna Yuuki's mind went completely blank. In such a short time, her brain had been crammed with too many things, and she felt like it was about to explode.

Zhang Yang stroked his chin: "This doesn't count as destroying the universe."

"The true destruction of the universe should be..."

He gestured with his hand, "The energy of a single burst of fire is equivalent to the Big Bang. Bang! Time and space are all reset to zero, and matter and energy are reshuffled—that's what you call destroying the universe."

The woman looked at him for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly: "I see. Mr. Zhang Yang's standards are indeed harsh, but if it is the power of a god, then I suppose it can be achieved."

Zhang Yang: "..."

Seriously, can this really be done? Are you sure you're not kidding? Rather than believing that this kind of firepower is possible, I'd rather believe that the author didn't study physics well and made up some joke about a "magnitude 20 earthquake".