Chapter 1430: God is Dead

**Chapter 1433: The Gods Are Dead**

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**Chapter 1433: The Gods Are Dead**

Divine war erupted with such suddenness, causing immense turmoil in the Divine Realm—an unimaginable catastrophe.

The transition between old and new gods has always been bloody and brutal. Unless a successor is divinely appointed, heaven and earth will transform into a slaughterhouse, and blood will stain the land.

The vast Divine Realm was nearly shattered as two terrifying powers erupted, clashing in a fierce confrontation. The immense horror was like surging waves crashing on the shore, or an ocean pouring down from the nine heavens.

"The statue is true! It really is you, Qingming, the one who failed to seize the divine throne from me back then, and you're still alive!" roared the Old God. He stood on the altar; though his external faith power was dim, his body glowed brightly from within, remaining incredibly brilliant.

"You are mistaken. I am not Qingming; he was my grandfather. Without the Ancient Tree of Life, he couldn't have lived a second life like you. I am Qingyutian, and I will see to your end, reclaiming everything that belongs to my clan!"

This was a majestic middle-aged man, identical to the divine statues secretly worshipped by various clans. His stance was imposing and grand, his gaze deep and commanding, and his tall frame exuded a daunting authority.

"Rebellious usurper, your heart deserves execution!" the Old God roared, striking forward with a palm that covered the sky, astonishing the Grand Sages outside the Divine Realm.

He seemed to have taken that step, possessing a frightening power. Yet, upon closer inspection, it didn't quite seem like it; there were still some discernible traces, not quite at the level of a Quasi-Emperor.

"Boom!"

Qingyutian ascended fearlessly, calmly and composedly raising his hand to meet the attack without a hint of fear. He proclaimed, "My grandfather was the Divine Son, yet you usurped his throne, assassinated the Old God, and hunted down my clan. You are the true rebellious usurper! Today, I shall execute you and restore clarity to the Divine Realm!"

Not only were the outsiders shaken, but even the Divine Realm itself was in an uproar, and the natives were deeply shocked. All clans recalled an old forgotten incident.

The Old God's ascension was infamous; he assassinated his predecessor, seized the divine throne, and drove away the former Divine Son. Over long ages, this history had almost faded into oblivion.

The current Old God had lived for two lifetimes, and all his contemporaries had long since perished. He had intentionally concealed his inglorious past, so it was not widely known, only understood by the elders of the major clans.

The Old God shouted, "Rebel! Your return is useless. Your clan came from outside this realm and once sought to overthrow the Divine Realm; you deserve to be executed! I merely corrected the chaos and deserve to be remembered in history."

People were confused: who was telling the truth and who was lying? However, none of that mattered now; only strength would decide.

"Old scoundrel, even the Supreme Divine Artifact no longer obeys your command! Doesn't that prove anything? Wait until I truly correct this chaos and restore brilliance to the Divine Realm!" Qingyutian roared.

The two fiercely contended, battling each other, causing the entire world to crumble. The Divine Realm was splitting apart, on the verge of destruction.

Just then, a low mountain and its ancient palace simultaneously emitted terrifying divine power, many times more vast than an ocean or a star sea. It instantly stabilized the Divine Realm and repaired its cracks.

"This is..."

Everyone was astonished. This was the oldest mountain in the Divine Realm, said to have coexisted with the world itself; it had been there since the world's inception.

Though not tall or conspicuous, no one dared to desecrate it. This was the Supreme Divine Mountain of the Divine Realm, even more sacred than the ancient mountain where the Ancient Tree of Life grew.

Upon it stood an ancient palace, rumored to have existed since the dawn of time, never collapsing. It wasn't the most magnificent, but it was certainly the most mysterious, a place where even gods typically dared not tread.

This low mountain was a symbol of the Divine Realm, much like Mount Sumeru in Buddhism, and the ancient palace's status was equivalent to the Great Thunderclap Temple. However, this place had more taboos and was not a place for people to linger.

The mountain body was ancient, with cracks in every inch. Yet, at this moment, it suddenly glowed, and vast, unfathomable faith power flowed from its fissures, immensely powerful.

In a sense, this mountain had accumulated more faith power than any god, year after year, day after day. Even a cracked ordinary mountain had now become a supremely divine and sacred place.

Thus, sacred spiritual power gushed from its cracks, causing intense tremors throughout the Divine Realm. Many people couldn't help but prostrate themselves, recognizing that this ancient mountain had preserved the Divine Realm and stabilized the universe.

In the sky, the fierce battle between the two tore apart the void and spread into the cosmos. If not for the immensely vast and continuously gushing faith power of the Ancient Divine Mountain in the Divine Realm, which stabilized the fundamental elements of earth, fire, wind, and water, the land below would have been utterly destroyed.

"It's terrifying; one foot has almost stepped into the Quasi-Emperor realm, but ultimately, they haven't broken through!" This was the judgment made by the Grand Sages from outside the realm.

"They are indeed powerful, invincible in their realm, capable of sweeping across the world, but wiping out Grand Sages of our generation like they did twenty years ago shouldn't have been so easy." They began to harbor doubts.

Perhaps it could only be explained by the gods using a Supreme Divine Artifact; otherwise, it would clearly be impossible for someone not truly at the Quasi-Emperor realm to annihilate several Grand Sages.

Boom!

The stars in the sky shattered as the two ascended into the outer battlefield. The battle grew even more terrifying, tearing apart the heavens and earth, filled with the wails of ghosts and howls of gods.

"Old scoundrel, after all these years, you've made no progress; your cultivation has remained stagnant. Today, I'll send you on your way and end the Divine Realm's dark rule!" Qingyutian grew increasingly confident. With a raised hand, he plucked stars and seized the moon, his power shaking the gods, sweeping all before him, forcing the Old God to retreat and placing him at a disadvantage.

"Rebellious subject and traitor, do you truly think I cannot defeat you? My patience for all these years was merely to lure you out. Today, I shall suppress and kill you!" the Old God roared.

Suddenly, a divine sound shook the world, like the resounding of a grand bell. The Old God's dim faith power abruptly flared up, emitting immeasurable light, becoming incredibly sacred.

His graying hair wildly danced, his eyes like two brilliant blades. Every pore erupted with sword qi, each extending for hundreds of miles, terrifying beyond measure.

The Old God unleashed truly overwhelming divine might, unstoppable and irresistible, charging forward to crush Qingyutian.

Everyone was shocked. The Grand Sages from outside the realm gasped, finally understanding why he could annihilate Grand Sages. With this faith power infused into him, half of his body entered the Quasi-Emperor realm, almost equivalent to standing at that level.

This was the marvel of faith power: forcibly pushing oneself into another realm, the Quasi-Emperor realm, which countless Grand Sages throughout history had yearned for but could never reach!

"In my eyes, your so-called conspiracy is but a joke. Before absolute power, you are nothing but pathetic clowns, utterly vulnerable!" the Old God said chillingly. His entire body was engulfed in immeasurable light, only his pupils shone like golden lamps, emitting two distinct beams of light. His blurred figure appeared infinitely terrifying.

The supremely divine and sacred faith power reappeared, overwhelming and surging forward, almost reducing Qingyutian to dust!

Bearing even a hint of the "Emperor" character, even if just nearly a Quasi-Emperor, was an insurmountable chasm for Grand Sages, something no human or saintly power could resist.

A shiver ran through everyone's hearts. This Old God was truly capable of endurance. For all these years, he had been doubted as being on the verge of death, yet he never revealed his true state, all to lure his enemy out today and eliminate them in one fell swoop.

"Ooom!"

However, events unfolded beyond everyone's expectations. Qingyutian was not dead; a brilliant light and surging faith power also erupted from his body.

"Do you think I don't understand faith power? How could your accumulation of so many years possibly be depleted? I merely wanted to cut off your retreat and prevent future faith power from becoming yours," Qingyutian roared.

Sacred radiance shone from his body, causing the entire outer battlefield to rumble. Stars and moons fell together, and the sun dimmed, as if this celestial expanse was about to be destroyed.

"Your lineage... has established faith inheritances in other ancient realms, ignited divine fires, and proclaimed yourselves gods?" The Old God was shocked. This was the return of a true god, far more formidable and terrifying than he had imagined.

"Precisely! Three generations of my ancestors and I have worked to establish a far vaster ancient land of faith power, making us more powerful than you!" Qingyutian roared, charging forward.

"So that's it. You possess a divine persona. The Supreme Divine Artifact favored your lineage and your grandfather. That's why it withdrew," the Old God muttered to himself.

"Therefore, you are destined to lose! Prepare to die!" Qingyutian shouted.

At the same time, several divine elders in the Divine Realm abruptly unleashed their power, shattering the Old God's divine throne. The same occurred in the ancestral lands of the major clans, where the Old God's statues were torn apart and destroyed.

This was an attempt to sever his foundation and eradicate the source of his faith.

"You..." The Old God was furious, never expecting such widespread betrayal, his subordinates stabbing him in the back at the crucial moment.

Most terrifying was the destruction of his divine throne within the Divine Realm, which shook his mind and caused the vast, pure faith power within him to become unstable.

"Boom!"

This battle almost lost all suspense. The Old God was utterly defeated, his faith power almost entirely dispersed. His body burned, transforming into a streak of light that vanished into the cosmos.

Qingyutian entered and took control of the Divine Realm, gaining the divine throne and becoming the ruler of this generation.

Clearly, the Old God could no longer stir up any trouble. Old and frail, with his faith power almost entirely scattered, he now lacked the ability to contend for supremacy in the Divine Realm.

The Grand Sages from outside the realm frowned. Although the Old God had been defeated and fled, a new god had ascended in the Divine Realm, which was not good news for them. The Supreme Divine Artifact, a formation map of the Celestial Venerable Lingbao, would hang over their heads like a Shura sword; once discovered, death was certain.

However, events took an unexpected turn and did not conclude there. On that very day, the Old God returned, entering the forbidden land that produced divine demon liquid.

This was a terrifying place; for many years, only gods could enter and exit; others could not.

"Everyone says the Divine Realm is a land of ultimate divinity, but if you're not a god, you have no idea of its true origin. This is clearly a prison, a cursed land. Once you enter, faith becomes a shackles, and the bloodline of the Divine Realm is destined to be eternally imprisoned!" the Old God muttered, walking forward step by step.

"The Ancient Emperors, beings whom even gods had to revere. Their corpses, their malevolent aura, can amplify curses. Previously, I dared not come here, fearing my cultivation would turn to nothing. But now, I don't care; I will make the traitors of the Divine Realm accompany me to my grave!"

The Old God revealed his true form. Without divine light protecting him, he was just a gaunt old man, truly aged and frail, with graying hair, dull skin, and shriveled flesh, starkly different from his usual sacred appearance.

He knew how to enter and exit the forbidden land, stepping on the correct path, going directly deeper, avoiding the terrifying divine demon runes, and approaching the giant coffin.

"Ah..." he roared, his entire body in intense pain. His remaining faith power was burning away into light. The giant coffin seemed to possess a magical power, causing his body to tremble violently and brilliant light to surge skyward.

The ancient coffin of the Great Emperor emitted wisps of Dao marks, turning faith power into ashes, like moths in a flame, ceasing to exist.

The Old God himself was nearly destroyed. At the critical moment, he steeled his heart, abandoned all his faith power, and completely lost his divine status.

"You will all be buried with me!" he roared loudly, his hands moving, creating terrifying trajectories. Then he pulled out a bizarre divine stele, which shattered the heavens and earth, creating a vast void hole. He tore open his chest, blood continuously pouring out and dripping onto the Nine-Layered Coffin of the Mythical Era, intending to open the sarcophagus.

"What a pity for a true ancient divine stele," he muttered to himself.

That great hole connected to the Divine Realm. Clearly, he intended for the coffin to suppress the Divine Realm, destroy all faith power there, eradicate the divine thrones, and thus eliminate gods from the world forever.

"What is he doing? Where are Ziyue and Ji Haoyue? They're not about to appear, are they?" Pang Bo asked suspiciously.

Ye Fan remained silent, watching closely. They had just arrived at this place, wanting to check on the Ji family siblings, and unexpectedly witnessed this scene.

"Boom!"

On this day, the Divine Realm trembled violently. A large hole appeared in the void, and an ancient coffin lay across it, shedding endless Dao patterns that annihilated infinite faith power!

"Ah..." The people of the Divine Realm cried out in terror.

"Pfft!"

Qingyutian, who had just ascended to the divine throne, was directly sent flying as his body ignited, the boundless faith power within him transforming into the most terrifying flames.

"The Nine-Layered Ancient Coffin of the Mythical Era, which entombs a Great Emperor... how could such a thing appear in the Divine Realm?" Qingyutian cried out, his entire body cracking, the light of faith becoming the most terrifying purgatorial flames, turning him into a massive torch.

"No!" everyone cried out. Some were known as divine elders, others as Temple Lords, and there were also Saintesses—all worshipped by the world, holding divine statuses, enjoying worldly incense, and refining faith power.

At this moment, these individuals also suffered severe damage. This was an unimaginable catastrophe that swept across the entire ancient realm.

"Ah..." As a divine elder closest to the Great Emperor's ancient coffin vanished into ashes, all others were horrified to the extreme. They fled for their lives, rapidly expelling the faith power from their bodies, because that was what was burning them.

Now, this was fatal; it could kill gods!

Everyone was shocked, including the major powerful clans outside the Divine Realm. Upon receiving the news, they all rushed over, watching everything with wide eyes.

Many already knew that the Nine-Layered Coffin of the Mythical Era had descended to the other shore and sunk into a forbidden land, but no one knew that it was actually the most powerful weapon against the Divine Realm.

The people of the Divine Realm suddenly understood. No wonder the Old God had become increasingly low-key over the years, never venturing deep into that forbidden land, not even drinking the divine demon liquid when it appeared.

At this moment, Qingyutian, the various divine elders, the Saintess, and the several Temple Lords all fled, doing everything possible to purge themselves of faith power. Simultaneously, they summoned the Supreme Divine Artifact, using the formation map to resist the Nine-Layered Coffin.

"Why is this happening? Why is the Great Emperor's sarcophagus suppressing our Divine Realm?"

"It's... the Old God, he's gone mad! It's actually him returned, wanting to perish together with us!"

The people of the Divine Realm were terrified and cried out.

The Old God's hair was disheveled, his chest split open, dripping true heart's blood—one drop equivalent to a hundred drops of divine blood. He didn't have many drops in total, and now he had exhausted them.

The Nine-Layered Coffin required sacred blood or similar substances to be poured upon it to open. Several layers were already open, and he clearly intended to open them all and destroy this place.

"You who stole my divine throne, you shall all die!" he laughed tragically.

Boom!

Qingyutian exploded. The faith power within him was too vast to be cut off, burning and detonating before the opened giant coffin.

And the Old God, like a moth in a flame, was about to turn to ashes!

"The gods are dead! From this day forward, there will be no gods in the Divine Realm!" The blood of many began to boil.

The Ox Demon King, the Holy Spirit, and all the Grand Sages appeared, each with stirring expressions!

Sang Gu, the Golden Snake Lord, Di Tian, the Great Demon God, the Sky-Devouring Beast, the Divine Race Heavenly Maiden, the Gold-Eating Beast, and others also appeared, each with unpredictable expressions. They knew that with no gods left in this world, there would be no one to suppress them. A chaotic era was about to begin, and the Ancient Tree of Life in the Divine Realm, along with the Celestial Venerable Lingbao's formation map, would ignite a storm!