Chapter 684: Deity (Two in One)

The entities beside The Tower looked at the spire towering into the clouds and the two giant hands hanging down. Their eyes carried an indescribable sense of resistance.

"Is this guy going to go crazy again?"

Some Deities whispered among themselves.

Many entities still remembered the scene of the last divine war. As soon as The Tower appeared, he frantically sought out the other Deities around him for a duel.

And once a battle started, he attacked with full force.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call this guy a bomb.

That was why the entities were unwilling to stay near him.

"Definitely. Who knows which unlucky bastard he'll target. That's truly horrible luck. Like yellow mud dropping into your pants—even if it's not shit, it might as well be."

A Deity who understood The Tower spoke up, explaining the underlying reason.

As the Deity of Victory, The Tower needed to rely on victories to maintain his own path. However, the realm where Deities resided was primarily peaceful. Nobody wanted to become a sparring partner, let alone a stepping stone, for another entity for no reason after achieving godhood.

Thus, tens of thousands of years in the Divine Realm had suffocated The Tower.

Yet, to maintain Victory, he had no way to relinquish his Divine Throne. This created a dead end on both sides.

Every time he appeared, he could only issue duels to the surrounding middle- or lower-tier Deities.

The entities discussed spiritedly, but as time ticked by, second by second, they surprisingly found that The Tower did not frantically pick random targets like before.

Above the clouds, the pair of eyes hidden within the black tower carefully scanned the Domain below.

Two giant hands gently swiped through the air.

Divinity flowed amid the hurricane stirred up by the weird energy in the air, spreading thousands of miles away.

That weird energy acted like ethereal tentacles, constantly searching for a target.

"Who is he looking for?"

Among the entities, someone was bewildered.

Right now, all the Deities in the world were here, yet The Tower seemed to be looking for someone else.

If he wasn't looking for a Deity, then... the only remaining possibility was someone in the Demigod Realm.

"Is he crazy? Striking at someone in the Demigod Realm? What's the point of that? Even if he wins, it won't be honorable."

An entity spoke bluntly, drawing agreement and approval from many others.

But right then, a Deity that looked strikingly like a pen spoke up, revealing a secret:

"Before the Day of Godhood arrived, he suffered a loss at the hands of a Demigod Realm entity. His chosen Demigod Realm successor was directly killed by the other party, and when he tried to offer his Divine Throne to that person, he was rejected and mocked."

As soon as these words came out, the entities were astonished.

Although the Deity who spoke was only a middle-tier Deity, his Pathway was Knowledge. Unless he was lying, his information was perfectly reliable.

And if the news was true, it was no wonder The Tower was now searching for that Demigod Realm entity like a madman.

Let alone The Tower, absolutely none of the entities among them could ever accept the mockery of someone merely in the Demigod Realm.

"That guy is doomed."

A Deity might not be able to find a Deity of the same level, but as for a Demigod Realm entity, no matter how deeply he hid, as long as The Tower wanted to, he would find him sooner or later.

And once found, the only outcome awaiting the other party was utter destruction.

While gossiping, the entities also couldn't help but feel a bit fortunate. Since someone had come out to absorb the aggro first, the madness The Tower unleashed during this Advent Day would likely be lessened.

"Whoosh— Whoosh— Whoosh—"

The flowing weird energy swept across every Domain along with the air currents.

Not just the Surface World, those air currents passed through the Space Rift and drilled directly into the Inner World, searching inside and out, over and over, for Yan Jing's figure.

As time passed, the entity within The Tower gradually furrowed his brows.

He couldn't find him...

He couldn't find him anywhere...

He had searched everywhere, even carefully combing through every corner of the Space Rift, but there was no trace of Yan Jing's aura anywhere.

That was impossible.

His brow darkened.

With the strength that human had displayed, it was impossible for any entity other than a Deity to kill him.

Although he wished he could immediately grind the opponent's bones to dust and scatter the ashes, he also had to admit that the other party's strength had long stood at the very peak of the Demigod Realm.

"What's going on..."

He muttered softly, the fire in his heart growing increasingly vigorous.

What kind of method the other party had used to evade his search actually had a very clear answer.

The only one capable of hiding things from a Deity like him was another Deity.

At this thought, his gaze swept across the Deities present, and he finally spoke in anger:

"Messenger!!!"

This furious roar sounded like the bellow of some ancient behemoth. It echoed between heaven and earth, blowing away the clouds in the sky and shattering the sunlight in midair.

Instantly, the sky lost its luster, and the entire Surface World plunged into gloom.

The surrounding Deities were shocked, only then realizing that the annoying pest who loved to chatter the most on ordinary days was actually absent this time.

"No way. The person the Black Tower is looking for is that mailman's successor?"

"Then he's truly out of luck. That mailman is the most troublesome of all the entities."

"Yeah. That guy is a bit lacking when it comes to fighting, but he's a master at running away."

"..."

The Deities discussed animatedly. The Black Tower only felt his head growing hotter and hotter. A bloodthirsty aura erupted from his body as he prepared to strike the entities beside him, intending to vent his anger on a soft target first.

Just as the Deities panicked, scrambling to prepare to take the blow...

In the next instant, a figure appeared before the Deities.

"Sorry about that, everyone. I'm late."

Messenger wore a smile as he looked toward that soaring tower:

"It's been so long, yet you're still as lacking in composure as ever, you broken tower."

"Alright, it hasn't actually been that long. I was right there next to you when that human slapped you in the face."

"Let me think. I think I even recorded it. Where did I put the tape..."

As he spoke, Messenger looked down at the belt wrapped around his waist and began searching for this so-called tape.

The Tower, who had long been incomparably furious, instantly let out a roar. The bellow pierced through the clouds, tore across the sky, and shattered space itself.

Suddenly, his imposing aura surged by an incalculable amount compared to before.

In contrast, Messenger's aura sharply diminished.

This was the method of Victory. First, one had to possess the conviction that they would not lose.

And since he would not lose, the opponent would naturally harbor the thought that they were going to lose.

"Tch..."

Messenger curled his lips upward, his smile appearing somewhat forced.

He was affected by The Tower, genuinely feeling a bit of trepidation in his heart.

"This old broken tower seems to have improved a lot while I was trapped. How about..."

His eyes darted around. The next second, countless doors unfolded behind him, and he smashed right into them.

"..."

The entities couldn't help but marvel at Messenger's ability to judge the situation.

Despite both being upper Deities, he actually ran away the moment the fight started.

"Heh."

High in the air, the entity inside the Black Tower let out a cold sneer. His giant hands slowly raised, and terrifying weird energy erupted. He actually forcibly molded the region of space between his two palms into a massive sphere and hurled it toward those doors.

The edges of the sphere carried traces of shattered space. It tore through the air, leaving behind trails imbued with the will of destruction, and smashed directly through the doors suspended in midair.

Every single door represented a layer of dimension.

That meant the massive sphere was currently consecutively destroying spatial dimensions.

The sphere carried a certain will of inevitable victory, and that conviction of victory was meant to catch up to the fleeing Messenger.

"Motherfucker, using your ultimate move right off the bat..."

Watching the sphere behind him inexplicably getting faster and faster, Messenger gritted his teeth furiously, turned around, and pointed a finger at it.

The sphere instantly blew apart into pieces, turning into a sky full of letter paper that vanished into the air.

The sphere's conviction of victory was only to catch up to Messenger.

As for what state it would be left in after catching up, that wasn't within its scope of consideration.

"Heh heh, did you think I didn't have a few tricks up my sleeve?"

Messenger smiled smugly, his finger confidently brushing the tip of his nose.

The next second, an endless barrage of spheres suddenly burst out from the doors in front of him.

He was so frightened that all his hairs stood on end. Pushing open another door, he bolted wildly into the distance once more.

On the other side.

The entity atop the Black Tower let out a savage laugh. The next moment, two enormous arms stretched out, hovering in midair as if trying to grab onto something, and then...

He exerted a violent burst of strength.

"This time, we compete in strength!!!"

He yanked downward viciously, as if he had grabbed hold of the entire sky. The stable space instantly shattered. Countless Space Rifts spread through the air, quickly reaching the doors Messenger had constructed.

"Motherfuc—"

Messenger swore furiously. Turning his head to look at his doors fluctuating under the massive force, he looked as if he was truly enraged.

"You forced my hand!!!"

The pair of massive wings behind his back unfurled, completely revealing their true form amidst the surging weird energy.

A pair of fleshy wings blotted out the sky. Every single feather was as massive as a lush forest. Terrifying tentacles drooped and wriggled between the feathers, their appearance twisted and grotesque.

The pair of small wings beside his eyes now slowly peeled back, revealing the eyes beneath.

His pure white pupils were currently brimming with fury, and a wrathful roar burst from his mouth:

"Mr. Yan!!!!!"

"Beat him up!!!!"

???

Hearing the words coming from Messenger's mouth, the faces of the gathered entities were filled with absolute bewilderment.

In the next moment.

An inconspicuous figure appeared between heaven and earth.

Compared to those wings that blotted out the sky, or the giant hands that constantly tore at the world to form massive spheres, that figure truly appeared far too inconspicuous.

He was as tiny as an ant.

However...

When the gazes of the Deities fell upon him, they found themselves completely unable to look away.

It was a figure whose entire body flickered with a brilliant, pure white light.

At the edges of the brilliant light, dreamy hues continuously flashed.

Every strand of hair, every single eyelash, was the most pure and flawless white.

Faint glimmers of light flickered around Yan Jing's body. They weren't specks of divinity, much less weird energy. Rather, they were a type of energy that existed entirely outside of those two.

Specks of divinity gradually melted away when they landed on it, and weird energy was like the glow of a firefly compared to a bright moon before it.

What was that?!

The Deities couldn't tear their eyes away at all.

At this moment, only The Tower's heart was trembling madly.

He recognized Yan Jing.

And what was even more terrifying was that he recognized the faint flickers of light surrounding Yan Jing's body.

He didn't know how Yan Jing had reached this stage, but his physical instincts caused him to shoot up into the sky instantly. His hands grabbed onto the sky like an ape swinging on vines, hurtling away into the distance.

His massive figure was incredibly agile at this moment, leaving behind nothing but afterimages in the air as he vanished in the blink of an eye.

Yan Jing raised his head, looking in the direction The Tower had fled, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"I create."

He merely spoke softly, but the Deities were horrified to discover that the divinity particles around them were disobeying their commands and converging toward Yan Jing.

"A world with you in it."

And once Yan Jing's words fell, something truly terrifying occurred.

The Tower, who had originally vanished without a trace, suddenly reappeared before the Deities.

He twisted his head in panic. He wanted to run, but he couldn't move a muscle.

A Deity noticed that beneath him, there seemed to be a small, square-shaped Domain that had trapped him inside.

And while everyone was still in shock...

Yan Jing spoke once more:

"I create."

It was still this exact same sentence.

But an incomparably icy sensation rose in the Black Tower's heart.

It was as if someone had gripped his soul and dragged him into an ice cellar. The bone-piercing chill shot straight into the depths of his heart.

He was going to die.

He was really going to die.

He could seemingly hear his own heartbeat.

The Tower wasn't the only one experiencing this feeling; all the other Deities suffered from a similar heart palpitation.

Like a sudden, harsh winter descending, all the Deities were waiting for Yan Jing to speak.

This was not their active choice.

In fact, they had no choice at all.

Every single gaze was focused on Yan Jing's pale lips.

"I create."

"A world without you."

As his voice faded, massive terror surged in the Black Tower's heart.

"No!!!!"

He roared in horror, the thought of begging Yan Jing for mercy even flashing through his mind.

But it was too late for anything. The next second, his body exploded with a bang.

He turned into countless specks of divinity that rained down between heaven and earth.

Yan Jing reached out his hand, dipping it into the sky full of divinity before slowly drawing it back.

A translucent crown appeared in his palm, which he offered toward his own shoulder.

On his shoulder, the phantom of a small beast materialized and swallowed the crown in one bite.

"Crunch—"

The small beast ate the Divine Throne completely clean.

The surroundings were dead silent.

The chill was spreading recklessly.

The Tower was dead.

A Deity.

An upper Deity.

Dead, just like that.

From start to finish, the entire process took no more than five seconds.

Yan Jing being able to kill The Tower so effortlessly meant that he could effortlessly kill any entity present.

This kind of oppressive feeling...

It was something they had not experienced for thousands of years.

Some Deities were so frightened they outright fled, their figures turning into streaks of rainbow light and vanishing without a trace.

But even more Deities remained rooted in place. They were keenly aware that running away was useless.

The man before them had already reached an entirely different level.

As long as he wanted to, they, these supposed Deities, were no different from piglets waiting to be slaughtered.

"Hello, everyone."

Yan Jing raised his head, looking up at the Deities with a smile on his face:

"Some of us have met before, and some haven't. I'd like to have a chat with those entities who have met me before. Do any of you have a problem with that?"

"..."

The entities all obediently shook their heads.

Of course they didn't have a problem with it. They wouldn't dare to.

Soon after.

Under the watchful eyes of the Deities.

One massive figure after another appeared in front of Yan Jing.

Looking at the old friends before him whom he had never met in person, Yan Jing's expression was gentle:

"This is our first time meeting in reality. Hello, everyone. My name is Yan Jing."