The creator gods.
This is no longer just a manifestation of power.
This is the authority of the Creator.
If the first two images demonstrate Qianyu's invincible destructive power...
This last image then showcases his creativity, which is enough to overturn the rules of the universe.
Dead silence.
The entire Jialing Pass battlefield fell into an unprecedented silence.
Immediately afterwards.
"thump!"
I don't know who knelt down first.
Perhaps it was a bishop from the Spirit Hall, or perhaps a soldier from the Heaven Dou Empire.
This is like a signal.
In an instant.
Like a toppled domino.
A dense crowd, kneeling in droves.
It's not just the Soul Master Legion belonging to the Spirit Hall.
Even the Heaven Dou Empire's army, which was originally irreconcilable with the Spirit Hall, dropped their weapons, knelt down, and buried their heads deep in the dust.
No one gave the order.
No one forced them.
This is an instinct that originates from the depths of the soul.
Faced with such a true God, faced with such a ruler.
Standing is itself a form of blasphemy.
"Greetings, Lord Senyu!"
"Greetings, Lord of the Gods!"
The shouts erupted like a tsunami, with wave after wave rising higher and higher, soaring into the sky.
A pilgrimage of millions.
This scene was far more impressive than even the founding ceremony of the Spirit Hall back then.
Amidst the overwhelming sounds of worship.
Only a few people managed to maintain their figures.
On the Shrek Seven Devils' side.
Dai Mubai is dead.
Oscar and Ma Hongjun had long since collapsed to the ground, defecating and urinating, their eyes filled with endless fear.
The Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand shattered completely. She huddled in a corner, hugging her knees and trembling.
Only Tang San.
He remained lying in the mud, not kneeling down.
It's not that he didn't want to kneel.
Rather, his body was so stiff that he couldn't even bend his knees.
His teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, and blood was flowing down the corner of his mouth, staining his shirt red.
"It's fake...it's all fake..."
"How could someone casually create a god-level powerhouse..."
"I cultivate the Mysterious Heaven Technique... I painstakingly practice the Purple Demon Eye... I've struggled in this world for so many years..."
"Does he see them all as just jokes?"
Tang San's mentality completely collapsed.
His most prized asset.
That was his sense of superiority as a time traveler.
That was his confidence stemming from his mastery of the Tang Clan's unique skills.
That's because he has the talent of possessing twin martial souls.
Faced with Qian Yu's immense power—opening the gates of heaven with a single sword, suppressing the divine realm with a single hand, and creating gods at will—it was all in vain.
It's as ridiculous as a child's toy in a game of house.
His hidden weapons?
It probably wouldn't even be able to harm a single hair on Qianyu's head.
His deadly poisons?
In the face of beings beyond godhood, they are probably not even worth air.
An unprecedented sense of frustration overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
Just then.
An irresistible force suddenly descended.
Tang San felt his body become lighter and he floated up uncontrollably.
But he didn't fly very high.
He was simply suspended in mid-air, like a sinner awaiting judgment.
He looked up in horror.
All that could be seen was the Jialing Pass high above the sky.
The illusory image of the gold list dissipated.
A real figure in white is walking step by step through the air.
That's Chiyu.
The real Chiba.
He emerged from the void, with Qian Renxue obediently following behind him, carrying a longsword that radiated a divine light.
Empress Haiyue, Gu Yuena, Wu Zetian...
The top experts on the Golden List were now respectfully surrounding him, like stars surrounding the moon.
Qianyu stopped in her tracks.
He stood there on the cloud, looking down at Tang San who was hanging in mid-air.
Those eyes were as deep as an abyss.
There was no anger.
There was no mockery.
There wasn't even the slightest emotional fluctuation.
It's like a person looking at a slightly stronger ant on the roadside.
That kind of indifference is more hurtful than any humiliation.
Qianyu did not speak or shout.
His voice was very soft and faint.
Yet it clearly resonated throughout the entire world, reaching the ears of everyone.
"Tang San".
Just two words.
But it made Tang San's soul tremble.
Qianyu stood with her hands behind her back, her white robes fluttering in the wind.
He looked at the once self-proclaimed extraordinary chosen one who vowed to defy fate, but no mocking smile appeared on his lips.
His expression remained calm, with even a hint of pity in his eyes.
"The Tang Clan's unique skills that you are so proud of are nothing but strange tricks in my eyes."
"The power of the sea god that you regard as your trump card is nothing more than a slightly larger puddle in front of me."
Qianyu's voice was calm and unhurried, each word like a sharp blade, precisely piercing the most vulnerable part of Tang San's heart.
"Look at all these people kneeling on the ground."
"Look at your desperate and broken companions."
Qianyu lowered her head slightly, her gaze fixed on Tang San's eyes, which were filled with fear.
"How does this despair feel?"
boom!
These words completely shattered Tang San's last shred of psychological defense.
despair.
Yes, this is despair.
It's not the kind of desperate despair you feel when facing a powerful enemy and wanting to fight to the death.
Rather, it is the profound sense of powerlessness one feels when faced with a dimension that is fundamentally incomprehensible, inaccessible, and insurmountable.
"ah--!!!"
Tang San finally couldn't hold back any longer.
He opened his mouth wide and let out an extremely shrill scream.
Two lines of bloody tears rolled down his cheeks.
remorse.
Endless regret gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.
Why provoke this person?
Why show off your so-called cleverness in front of this person?
If he had chosen to submit or escape when Qianyu first appeared.
Would things have turned out differently if they had?
pity.
There's no going back.
Tang San wanted to commit suicide.
He wanted to sever his own heart meridian and detonate his soul core.
Even if it meant death, he didn't want to face those indifferent eyes again.
But.
He was horrified to discover this.
I can't move myself.
Even the soul power within his body, and even the flow of his blood, were tightly imprisoned by an invisible force.
Unable to survive.
He wanted to die but couldn't.
He could only hang in mid-air like a dead dog, trembling and weeping incessantly amidst endless fear and regret.
The wind at Jialing Pass stopped howling.
Only that one piercing scream remained, echoing across the empty plains.
Qianyu quietly watched Tang San hanging in mid-air.
The indifference in his eyes remained unchanged.
He did not use any more divine power to torment the other party.
For him now, tormenting an ant brings no pleasure whatsoever.
He couldn't even be bothered to look at that distorted face again.
Qianyu slowly turned around.
The movements were slow and deliberate, exuding a sense of leisure.
It didn't feel like being on a battlefield filled with corpses and blood; it felt more like strolling leisurely in one's own backyard.
He looked to his side.
There stood a blonde girl.
At this moment, Qian Renxue held the Angelic Holy Sword in both hands, her beautiful eyes fixed on Tang San, who was in a miserable state in mid-air, with a complex light flashing in her eyes.
It provides relief.
It's exhilarating.
There is also a trace of awe for absolute power.
Qianyu reached out her hand.
The hand that had just suppressed the five great god-kings in the Golden List scene now gently landed on Qian Renxue's head.
He gently ruffled the girl's smooth blonde hair.
His movements were as natural as if he were teaching his daughter to read and write on a regular basis.
"Xue'er".
Chiyu's voice was very gentle.
There was absolutely no trace of the domineering aura that had just overwhelmed the entire world.
Qian Renxue's body trembled slightly.
She quickly looked away, like a child caught doing something wrong by their parents, and obediently lowered her head.
"Father."
Qianyu did not withdraw her hand, but instead helped her tidy up the slightly messy strands of hair at her temples.
Although the battle was brief, it still made the girl's hair a little messy.
"Did you see it clearly?"
Qianyu asked.
Qian Renxue was slightly taken aback, then realized what her father meant.
She nodded vigorously.
"I saw it clearly."
"The so-called geniuses of the Haotian Sect, the so-called successors of the Sea God, are nothing in the face of true power."
Qian Renxue's voice trembled slightly.
That was excitement.
It's also a source of pride.
This is her father.
This is the man she has admired since childhood.
Originally, in her heart, Tang San, who had even caused her inner demons, who could always create miracles and drive the Spirit Hall to the brink of despair, now seemed like a joke.
Qianyu smiled.
This time, there was a touch more warmth in her smile.
"I've got it."
"In this world, truth lies only on the edge of the sword."
"When you are powerful enough, the rules you set become the laws of nature."
"When you are not strong enough, your so-called persistence and justice are just a joke in the eyes of others."
As Qian Yu spoke, his gaze casually swept over the Spirit Hall members kneeling on the ground below, as well as the trembling Shrek remnants.
"Like now."
"If I say he's a piece of trash, the whole world will agree."
Even if he works really hard, even if he is really a genius.
"But so what?"
Qianyu withdrew her gaze and returned it to Qian Renxue's face.
"If I don't like him, then he's nothing."
These words were spoken in an extremely calm manner.
There were no grandiloquent clichés.
It was this straightforward, plain language that sent a chill down everyone's spine.
This is the logic of domination.
This is the privilege of the strong.
Qian Renxue looked up, her eyes filled with admiration.
"Xue'er understands."
"From now on, Xue'er will definitely work harder in her cultivation and never let her father down."
Qianyu nodded in satisfaction.
"When it comes to cultivation, just do your best."
"With your father here, no one in all the heavens and myriad realms dares to give you a hard time."
As he spoke.
Qianyu took out a handkerchief from her bosom.
It was a snow-white silk handkerchief, even embroidered with a few delicate cloud patterns.
He took a handkerchief and gently wiped away a speck of dust from Qian Renxue's cheek.
The movements were incredibly meticulous.
He completely ignored the gaze of the million-strong army around him.
They also completely ignored Tang San, who was still convulsing and crying in mid-air.
This stark contrast left Oscar and Ma Hongjun below feeling suffocated.
madman.
This whole family are crazy.
While Tang San was still being tortured, a heartwarming scene of fatherly love and filial piety was unfolding here.
This attitude of treating them like they were not human is more painful than killing them.
Just then.
A cool and elegant figure silently landed on the other side of Qianyu.
Queen of the Moon.
She wore a flowing, iridescent dress, her bare feet hovering about an inch off the ground, surrounded by a soft moonlight.
She, who was ranked second on the gold list just now, has now concealed all her brilliance.
She stood quietly behind Qianyu like a docile Persian cat.
Those eyes that once made the entire ocean tremble now only reflected Qianyu's back.
"Owner."
Haiyue called softly.
The sound was ethereal and melodious, like moonlight falling on the strings of a musical instrument.
Qianyu didn't turn her head, but simply responded with a faint "yes".
"Um."
"How did you feel about that battle just now?"
Haiyue bowed slightly, her posture extremely respectful.
"Reporting to Master."
"Those so-called strong people in the mortal realm are too weak."
"They don't even have the right to make Yue'er use 30% of her strength."
Haiyue's tone was calm.
I'm not showing off.
It is stating a fact.
After witnessing Qian Yu's immense divine power, the so-called Title Douluo, or even the so-called gods, of the Douluo Continent were indeed no different from ants in her eyes.
As Qian Yu straightened Qian Renxue's collar, she casually remarked:
"normal."
"This world is too low-level."
"The so-called godhood is nothing more than a beast that has grasped a little bit of the rules."
"Since you've come with me, you need to have a long-term vision."
"I'll take you to see a higher-dimensional world later, where you'll find truly worthy opponents."
A hint of joy flashed in Haiyue's eyes.
She did not crave fighting.
All she longed for was to follow this man forever.
Even if it's just as a maid, as an accessory.
As long as she could feel that abyss-like, hellish aura, she was content.
"Thank you for your cultivation, Master."
"Yue'er will follow you to the death."
Qianyu waved her hand, seemingly unimpressed by such expressions of loyalty.
He straightened Qian Renxue's clothes and looked her up and down.
"Hmm, not bad."
"This is my daughter, Qianyu."
"So pretty, why fight or kill?"
"From now on, Haiyue can handle these dirty and tiring jobs."
Haiyue, standing to the side, not only did not complain at all, but also showed a hint of joy because she was called out.
"yes."
"The moon is willing to do it for me."
Qian Renxue stuck out her tongue somewhat embarrassedly.
She reached out and took Qianyu's arm, pressing her whole body against him.
"My father is biased."
"Sister Haiyue is so beautiful, how could you bear to let her do dirty work?"
Qianyu glanced at Haiyue.
"She's willing."
"Besides, she's my subordinate, and you're my daughter."
"Don't you understand the principle of distinguishing between close and distant relationships?"
Haiyue nodded repeatedly from the side.
"Young Master is too kind."
"It is Yue'er's honor to be able to share her master's burdens."
This conversation.
If this were in the Jixia Academy or the back hall of the Spirit Hall, it might be considered normal.
But this is Jialing Pass!
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