Chapter 200: Exotic Initial Movement

Crack!

Lightning danced on the main peak. A black-gold vine, 1,500 meters long, rose high and lashed downwards, carrying fierce lightning and emitting dazzling electric arcs.

Halfway down the mountain, the Northeast Tiger quickly dodged, causing the mountainside to collapse. The dark, coiling vine was like the whip of a thunder god, seemingly indestructible.

Of course, its most terrifying aspect was the lightning it carried. Even the Tiger King, who had broken six shackles, was extremely wary and unwilling to confront it directly.

The air trembled as three other black-gold vines whipped through the air, carrying blinding electric light, scattering the clouds at mid-mountain, and sweeping towards the Northeast Tiger.

"You think I'm a sick cat just because I haven't shown my might?!" the Northeast Tiger roared furiously. Its striped body glowed, and its roar shook Mount Olympus. It opened its mouth and spewed a brilliant beam of light that transformed into a gigantic long blade, striking the black-gold vine.

In mid-air, electric energy surged, and sparks flew. This was a true clash of power between kings who had broken six shackles.

With a whoosh, the Northeast Tiger leaped hundreds of meters, also rushing towards the main peak.

At this moment, Chu Feng, the Yellow Ox, and others were climbing the other side of the mountain, pushing back Apollo's attacks. They were close to successfully stepping onto that legendary divine pure land.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a torrent of flames poured down from the mountaintop. The light was overwhelming, melting all the rocks into liquid that surged down from the peak like a volcanic eruption.

Everyone was shocked. This fire was unusual; it was black and carried a terrifying aura that made even king-level beings feel an unbearable heat.

"Don't tell me this is Hephaestus, the God of Fire, one of the Twelve Olympian Gods!" the Black Ox bellowed.

On the mountaintop, a plant appeared, entirely ablaze, like a torch tree. Black flames, astonishingly hot, fell from its branches and leaves.

"Apollo, the Sun God, is a sunflower, and the God of Fire is a torch tree—what the hell!" Other kings cursed. Were the Olympian Gods all plants?

"It's just a creature that has broken five shackles; it's nothing major!"

Chu Feng stood at the forefront, circulating his breathing technique. His whole body glowed, his flesh and blood translucent. He was the first to charge forward, with the Yellow Ox following close behind him.

"Brothers, charge!" the Black Ox also shouted.

All the powerful beings who had broken four or five shackles began to charge, protecting themselves with the mysterious energy overflowing from their bodies, enduring the flames, and once again approaching the summit.

"Brother Tiger, hurry up!" the Black Ox called out.

Because Zeus, represented by that terrifying black-gold vine that had broken six shackles, was on the main peak. If they went up first, they probably wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Roar!"

The Northeast Tiger was enraged. All the stripes on its body glowed, transforming into chain-like beams of light that materialized and pressed down on the black-gold vine.

It brought forth a strong wind, pushing away the four 1,500-meter-long black vines, then leaped powerfully onto the mountaintop.

Chu Feng, the Yellow Ox, and the Snow Leopard King also ascended the mountain together, successfully passing the trial.

At this point, the black-gold vine, the entirely golden and resplendent sunflower, and the flame-dancing torch tree all retreated, ceasing their attacks.

Mount Olympus's main peak was shrouded in mist, the entire summit appearing hazy. However, for king-level beings, this was no obstacle; they could clearly see the surroundings.

The vitality in this area was astonishingly rich.

In front, there was an extraordinary array of plants. Any single one, if placed outside, would cause a sensation, as they radiated the power of king-level entities.

"Exactly twelve plants, no more, no less. Are these truly the Twelve Olympian Gods?"

The central plant was a vine that flowed with dark light. Currently, it appeared to be only as thick as a bucket and dozens of meters long, whereas earlier, its dancing vines had been 1,500 meters long.

This black-gold vine possessed almost divine abilities, capable of growing and shrinking, and could control thunder and lightning, which was truly astounding.

Around it were the golden sunflower, the flame-dancing torch tree, and a coral tree with turquoise roots and leaves...

Everyone's eyes widened. They began to speculate and confirm their suspicions.

"The sunflower is Apollo, the Sun God!"

"The torch tree is Hephaestus, the God of Fire!"

"The coral tree is Poseidon, the God of the Sea!"

Finally, the group was completely speechless. Were these the legendary Twelve Olympian Gods of Greek mythology?

"Gentlemen, we live in peace. Why do you forcefully trespass on Mount Olympus?" The black-gold vine emitted powerful mental fluctuations, communicating with the group.

"We want to find opportunities for evolution," the Black Ox said, quite frankly.

"Are you the owners of this main peak?" Chu Feng asked. Even now, he found it hard to believe these plants were originally born here.

This was also the others' confusion; they felt that the opportunities here had been monopolized by these plants.

They searched carefully but found no sacred ancient trees that could facilitate their evolution, only these twelve peculiar plants.

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. There are no flower buds or fruits here, no opportunities you seek. And yes, we were indeed born here," Zeus stated.

Everyone was disappointed.

"Huh?"

The Yellow Ox, sharp-eyed, spotted something deep within the mist and instantly showed a grave expression.

"What's that?" Chu Feng also saw it.

Behind the twelve plants, it looked like a gateway, concealed by them.

After a moment of silence, Apollo, the Sun God, spoke, "This is a door. You should leave; do not disturb the peace of this place."

"Let me see!" The Northeast Tiger was very interested and equally domineering. With a whoosh, it darted over.

All twelve plants glowed, especially Zeus, who was wreathed in lightning. Dark light shot skyward, and thunder roared deafeningly.

With a whowoosh, the Western Expeditionary Army were all kings; they were no pushovers. They charged forward together, surrounding the area, and carefully examined the door.

A stone gate stood abruptly, floating three feet off the ground, suspended in mid-air. This made the pupils of the king-level powerhouses constrict in shock.

"What's going on?!" the Northeast Tiger roared.

Chu Feng and the others had felt some guilt, realizing these twelve plants were born here, meaning they had intruded upon someone else's home. But now, upon discovering the stone gate, they felt something was amiss.

"There's no harm in telling you. This is a door to the Divine Realm; you cannot open it," Zeus said.

The Yellow Ox's expression was solemn as he examined it repeatedly, saying, "No need to try. This is a secret treasure, connected to a path that leads to a vast world!"

Everyone was startled and looked at him in unison.

"Someone lacks confidence. They can't come over directly, so they want to use a trick, attempting to pass through a divine gate anciently left in this world. But I think they'll struggle to succeed," the Yellow Ox explained.

The Yellow Ox speculated that this wasn't the work of one individual, but a path left by a very powerful holy land from another realm in ancient times, which they now intended to use again.

"Are you twelve plants the seeds left behind by that supreme Daoist tradition in the past?" the Yellow Ox asked, suspicious.

After a moment of silence, Zeus finally spoke, "The stone gate emerged from underground, suspended in the air. We were also brought up from below, then awakened and gained consciousness."

Everyone showed surprise.

"Be careful. Some people behind the stone gate want to come over. Don't end up being used as sacrifices," the Yellow Ox warned.

Chu Feng sighed with emotion. The Yellow Ox had said long ago that every famous mountain held a path, and now it seemed that prediction was gradually coming true!

The Yellow Ox said, "Let's go. There's no point in staying here. These twelve plants have absorbed the essence of the sacred mountain, so the roots of the sacred ancient tree underground won't revive anytime soon."

Finally, the group did not attack and left together.

The Yellow Ox was deep in thought. If only "talented ones" like itself came over, it would be fine—a truly fair competition for the opportunity to become a saint or ancestor in this world. But some Daoist traditions might have underhanded tactics, like the situation here, which would be troublesome.

If one day, an ancient Daoist tradition descended as a whole, that would be disastrous!

Along the way, the kings continuously questioned the Yellow Ox, knowing he understood many things and was very "knowledgeable." The Yellow Ox patiently explained, "Actually, that day won't be terrifying, as long as we maintain our position at the forefront of evolution from now on. Then, we will fear no challenge."

That day, the old vampire was slain, causing a huge stir.

In fact, the White Crane from Shu Mountain Sword Palace should have killed this old vampire long ago, but he was cunning, claiming he could lead the two white cranes to Schiller.

As a result, the old vampire survived, leading the two top experts from Shu Mountain Sword Palace to Europe. He caused continuous trouble, eventually trying to escape.

Evidently, no matter how fast he was, he couldn't outrun a flying sword. He was instantly cleaved in two, his body plummeting from high altitude onto a city street, causing a huge sensation.

Many people in the West cheered; this old vampire was a terrifying demon king, even worse than the Black Dragon King.

On the same day, news came from the East: Brahma was killed in the Himalayas. He was strong, managing to escape all the way to the great snowy mountains, because he possessed almost divine abilities, capable of tunneling through the earth. Even after losing an arm, he still fled quickly underground.

Even the Peacock King and Golden Crow King, despite their speed in flight, had lost track of him until they pursued him to the great snowy mountains, where they finally found and killed him.

Simultaneously, the two avian kings obtained Brahma's ancient yoga breathing technique.

There were also reports that the Peacock King and Golden Crow King were injured. They discovered a mysterious ruin in the great snowy mountains and were summoning other king-level beings to explore it.

Someone leaked information, claiming that there was an ancient temple submerged under ice and snow in the great snowy mountains, from which sounds of thunder roared.

At this point, Schiller had escaped, the old lion was suppressed, and other powerhouses of the Eastern Expeditionary Army who had broken six shackles were killed. The war finally ended.

The three palace masters of Eight Views Palace, Jade Void Palace, and Biyou Palace concluded their journey to the West and began their return.

Subsequently, the Old Ape of Dalin Temple, the Golden-Winged Roc of Mount Hua, the Mountain Tortoise of Kongtong, the White Crane of Shu Mountain Sword Palace, the Old Grandmaster of Wudang, and others also began their return to the East.

The East-West War, which had shocked the entire world, concluded.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. With the departure of those peerless powerhouses who had broken six shackles, the major European forces felt immense relief; their pressure had been overwhelming these past few days!

The Western Expeditionary Army began their return journey, passing directly from the misty gorge in Greece into the Xinjiang basin.

Chu Feng, the Yellow Ox, and the Black Ox stayed behind temporarily. They wanted to visit the Vatican to see if they could break some underground barriers and find something.

The Northeast Tiger shamelessly insisted on accompanying them.

In fact, the three didn't object. Although this tiger lacked integrity, it was indeed very powerful and could serve as a shield if they encountered Schiller.

"This is the Vatican? It's all ruins. What good could possibly be here?" the Northeast Tiger was thoroughly disappointed.

The two oxen looked at Chu Feng simultaneously; this was all his doing.

"Without destruction, there is no establishment. Eventually, everything returns to its origin." Just then, an old man suddenly appeared, wearing a serene smile and looking very ancient.

"Who are you?!" The Northeast Tiger's fur stood on end. It roared, radiating a terrifying aura, glaring at the golden-haired old man. It also unleashed a torrent of energy that caused all the rubble to float into the air before exploding.

Two golden beams of light shot from the golden-haired old man's eyes, neutralizing the Northeast Tiger's unleashed energy and quickly calming the area.

"I mean no harm," the old man said, a layer of sacred light flowing around him. He looked at them and continued, "The Holy See will be re-established on these ruins, dispelling darkness. Light will endure forever. Schiller will no longer be allowed to set foot here. I am not your enemy."

Chu Feng was very surprised. This golden-haired old man was incredibly strong; he felt perhaps even more powerful than Schiller. He spoke, "Have you broken the seventh shackle?"

"My name is Zuo Ya!" the golden-haired old man introduced himself. Sacred light flowed around his body, making him look like a deity. He shook his head and said, "In our land, there are no beings who have broken seven shackles, unless they do not belong to this realm."

Upon hearing this, the Yellow Ox showed a strange expression and nodded subtly.

Chu Feng was astonished. This old man seemed to know many things, and his strength was formidable, probably comparable to the old lama.

"In the future, there will be no shortage of conflict in this land, and myths will return. I only hope that one day, we can sail together on the same boat." After saying these words, the old man Zuo Ya walked into the ruins and gradually disappeared.

"This old man is mysterious and formidable. He feels stronger, not weaker, than Schiller," the Black Ox said gravely.

The Yellow Ox nodded; this old man probably knew many truths.

With Zuo Ya here, Chu Feng and the others naturally didn't want to break the barriers anymore. They also began their return journey, eventually using the shortcut through Greece.

As they passed through the misty gorge and entered the Xinjiang basin, they instantly saw a figure standing in the mist, observing them.

"Hmm? The aura of another world!" The Yellow Ox reacted immediately, his fur standing on end, signaling Chu Feng and the others to stop, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The Yellow Ox himself came from another world, so he naturally understood how powerful and terrifying beings from other realms could be. He was now on high alert.