sbdcsierra Chapter 257 The sacred mountain serves as a sheath, awaiting the Daoist Master's journey west!
Chapter 257 The sacred mountain serves as a sheath, awaiting the Daoist Master's journey west!
Mount Olympus.
The thunderclouds above the mountaintop churned violently, and golden lightning flashed through the clouds, producing a deafening roar.
The thunderclouds were as thick as mountains, layer upon layer, enveloping the entire sacred mountain in a oppressive golden light.
At the foot of the mountain, the members of the Greek Extraordinary Organization all knelt on the ground, trembling.
They could feel a powerful pressure that made their very souls tremble, pouring down from the thunderclouds atop the mountain.
A gigantic figure slowly emerged from the thunderclouds.
He was a middle-aged man, tall and imposing like a mountain, half-naked, his muscles bulging like a mountain range, each muscle containing earth-shattering power. His beard was thick and flamboyant like a lion's mane, his face was dignified and cold, and his eyes were like two burning thunderbolts.
It was Zeus.
King of the Olympian gods, ruler of thunder and the sky.
Zeus's gaze pierced through the barriers of space, looking towards the distant East.
That's the direction of the East Sea of the Great Xia Dynasty.
There, His son was kneeling and begging for mercy from a mortal.
Olympus's dignity was utterly trampled upon at this moment.
"presumptuous!"
Zeus's voice, like a thousand thunderclaps, resounded over Mount Olympus.
The entire sacred mountain trembled violently. Cracks appeared on the walls of the ancient temples that had existed for thousands of years, and the statues enshrined in the temples trembled in the sound waves.
The extraordinary individuals at the foot of the mountain were so shocked by this angry shout that they coughed up blood. Local.
Zeus raised his thunderbolt and pointed it eastward.
He is about to make his move.
Even if separated by thousands of miles, He would make that mortal who dared to insult Olympus pay the price.
But at that moment, two beams of divine light appeared from the thunderclouds and blocked Zeus's path.
A golden, dazzling light shone forth—it was none other than Hera, the Queen of Gods.
Another divine light, silvery-white and cool as the moon, was none other than Athena, the goddess of wisdom.
"Father God! No!"
Athena's voice was urgent.
"The spiritual energy concentration in the mortal realm is insufficient to support your true form's descent. Forcing your arrival would not only weaken you but also shatter the boundary between the divine realm and the mortal world!"
"At that time, Olympus will fall into the present world like Takamagahara."
Zeus paused slightly.
His eyes still burned with anger, but now with a hint of apprehension.
He looked eastward, at his son who was still kneeling on the sea, his hand gripping the spear of thunder, his knuckles white from clenching it.
"mortal."
After a moment, He spoke.
The sound penetrated the barriers of space and resounded directly over the East China Sea.
"Release my son, and I will forgive and forget."
"otherwise……"
He paused, his voice growing even colder.
"The day my true form descends will be the day your Great Xia Dynasty is destroyed!"
Above the East China Sea.
Li Jun stood on the sea, listening to the voice that came from thousands of miles away.
The sound was like thunder, echoing across the sea, causing the waves to surge and the clouds in the sky to disperse.
But he just stood there, his face as calm as still water.
Even the corners of her mouth curved slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.
"Let bygones be bygones?"
He repeated those four words, his tone as flat as if he were saying the weather was nice today.
Then, he looked down at the Olympian god kneeling before him.
The deity knelt on the sea, trembling all over.
He heard Zeus's voice, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.
The Father has come to save Him!
But the next moment, His hope turned into despair.
Because He saw that Li Jun's palm moved slightly.
Then, He knew nothing more.
boom!
The deity's body exploded, turning into a cloud of golden blood mist.
The divine blood spilled onto the sea, turning the surrounding waters a golden hue.
Li Jun withdrew his hand and looked in the direction of Mount Olympus.
A faint smile still lingered on his face.
"Sorry, my hand slipped."
He said.
His tone was full of sincerity, as if he had really just accidentally slipped his hand.
Then he added another sentence.
"Why don't you come over here, and I'll apologize to you properly?"
The sound wasn't loud, but it traveled clearly to Mount Olympus, thousands of miles away.
Zeus's face instantly turned ashen.
Did I accidentally slip my hand?
A proper apology?
This is a provocation!
"presumptuous!"
Zeus was furious.
The thunderous spear in his hand burst forth with dazzling golden light.
The entire Mount Olympus trembled violently under His wrath. The cracks on the walls of the temples grew more numerous and denser. The extraordinary beings at the foot of the mountain were pressed to the ground by this wrath, not daring to lift their heads.
"I will kill him!"
Zeus roared, ready to descend upon the world regardless of everything.
But Hera and Athena held him back.
"Father God! Calm down!"
"Even if you were to kill him now that you have descended into this world, Olympus would suffer the same fate as Takamagahara!"
"Even if we win by then, what's the point?"
"King of Gods, you've tolerated even the Aesir gods, are you less magnanimous than Odin?"
Zeus paused again.
He looked eastward, his anger almost tangible.
But He knew that Hera and Athena were right.
To be born now would be a losing proposition.
But should we just endure it like this?
Just watch as that mortal killed His son and even provoked Him?
"mortal."
Zeus's voice resounded once again over the Eastern Sea.
This time, the anger and murderous intent in his voice were even more intense.
"I will remember you."
"The day my true form descends, I will make you wish you were dead!"
Above the East China Sea.
Li Jun remained calm despite hearing the threatening voice.
He even yawned.
"If you're too scared to come closer, why are you barking like a dog?"
He said.
His tone was flat, as if he were talking about something trivial.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and gently beckoned towards the direction of Daxia.
next moment.
A sword's cry rang out from the direction of the Great Xia.
The sword's cry was initially very soft, almost inaudible, but in an instant it became clear and resonant, like a dragon's roar, shaking heaven and earth.
Lu County, Qingfeng Temple.
In the courtyard, the old Taoist priest who was telling a story to Xiao Lingxi suddenly looked up.
The Demon-Suppressing Sword, which was placed on the stone table, was trembling violently.
hum!
The Demon-Suppressing Sword emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, then transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky.
The light was cyan, dazzling and bright, like a cyan shooting star streaking across the sky.
Little Lingxi looked up as the streak of light disappeared into the sky.
"Grandpa, Master's sword has flown away."
The old Taoist priest nodded.
"Um."
He stared at the direction where the streak of light disappeared, remained silent for a few seconds, then lowered his head and continued telling Xiao Lingxi the story.
"Where were we? Oh, right, we were talking about the little Taoist priest who was going to fight the bad guys..."
Above the East China Sea.
A streak of blue light flew in from the horizon at an astonishing speed.
One moment it was just a point of light on the horizon, the next it was right in front of you.
The light faded, revealing what was inside.
It was a sword.
The three-foot-long sword has an ancient and simple design, with two characters engraved on its blade: "Suppress Evil."
At this moment, the Demon-Suppressing Sword hovered in front of Li Jun, its blade trembling slightly and emitting a series of clear, melodious sword sounds.
Li Jun reached out and grasped the sword hilt.
Then, he looked in the direction of Mount Olympus.
"Master Dao is tired today."
He said.
"This sword is temporarily stored at Mount Olympus, and you can retrieve it in the future."
The words fell.
He let go.
The Demon-Suppressing Sword emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, then transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-long sword light, flying towards Mount Olympus.
The sword light stretched across the sky, dazzling and bright, like a long blue rainbow illuminating the entire sky.
The speed of the sword light was astonishing.
In the blink of an eye, we've traversed a thousand miles.
Wherever it passed, a huge crack was cleaved in the sky.
The crack stretched from the East China Sea all the way to Mount Olympus, like a huge scar left in the sky.
On either side of the crack, space is violently distorted.
Countless tiny spatial cracks spread outwards from the edges of the cracks in all directions.
Mount Olympus.
The thunderclouds above the mountaintop were still churning violently.
Zeus stood amidst the thunderclouds, watching the azure sword light flying from the east, his pupils suddenly contracting.
He could sense the power contained within that sword light.
That power, while not enough to threaten His true form, was powerful enough for His projection.
"How dare you!"
Zeus roared and raised his thunderbolt, thrusting it towards the sword light.
A golden bolt of lightning shot out from the tip of the spear, meeting the azure sword light head-on.
But that cyan sword light actually pierced straight through the lightning.
No, it wasn't through.
The lightning was instantly shattered the moment it came into contact with the sword light.
Zeus's pupils contracted again.
He wanted to act again, but it was too late.
The cyan sword light had already reached the sky above Mount Olympus.
The sword light hovered above Mount Olympus, emitting endless blue light.
Those blue lights, dazzling and bright, illuminated the entire sacred mountain.
Then, the sword light began to fall.
With each point the thunderclouds descended, the clouds swirling above Mount Olympus shrank by one point.
Those thunderclouds were naturally formed when Zeus was angry, and they contained His divine power.
But in the face of the cyan sword light, these thunderclouds were like ice and snow encountering the blazing sun, and began to melt away rapidly.
With each step the sword light took, the thundercloud shrank, and Mount Olympus grew shorter.
The Olympian gods who had arrived ahead of time all looked up in terror at the slowly descending blue sword light.
They could sense the power contained within that sword light.
That power was enough to raze the entire Mount Olympus to the ground!
"Stop it!"
A deity shouted.
Dozens of deities attacked simultaneously, unleashing various divine techniques, artifacts, and supernatural powers towards the azure sword light.
But those attacks were shattered the moment they came into contact with the sword light.
Like raindrops hitting a rock.
The rock remained unmoved, while the raindrops shattered into pieces.
The sword light continued to fall.
The thunderclouds are getting smaller and smaller.
The mountain is getting lower and lower.
Despair finally appeared on the faces of those gods.
They knelt down and prayed to Zeus.
"God King! Save us!"
Zeus stood in the thunderclouds, watching the sword light continue to fall, his face ashen.
He wanted to intervene, but He knew that intervening now would only make things worse.
That sword light was something he couldn't block in his current state.
Unless He descends in His true form.
But if the real Olympus were to descend, he would follow in the footsteps of Takamagahara.
He cannot take this risk.
at last.
The sword light shattered the last wisp of thundercloud.
The golden thunderclouds completely dissipated under the cyan sword light, revealing the clear sky above Mount Olympus.
The entire Mount Olympus was slashed away by the sword light, losing 982 meters.
The mountains that were sheared away vanished into nothingness under the sword light, leaving nothing behind.
Finally, the Demon-Suppressing Sword was planted on the summit of Mount Olympus.
All the sword light receded, yet it still exuded an aura that would make even the gods tremble.
The Olympian gods, looking at the long sword stuck in the mountaintop, all turned pale.
They could sense the power contained within that sword.
That power was something they couldn't contend with, or even get close to.
Zeus, standing at the edge of the divine realm, looked at the sword through the void, his face extremely grim.
He gripped the thunder spear tightly, his knuckles turning white.
He wanted to pull out the sword, to break it, to destroy it completely.
But He knows He can't do it now.
Unless the real body descends.
But the price of His true form descending was something neither He nor Olympus could bear.
"Mr. Li..."
Zeus gritted his teeth and uttered the name word by word.
He remembered the name.
Remember this name that brought shame upon Olympus.
When He is able to descend in His true form, He will make that person pay the price.
A hundredfold, a thousandfold, a ten-thousandfold price!