Chapter 2895 - 157: I Am the Divine Lord

Chapter 2895: Chapter 157: I Am the Divine Lord

When the myriad golden rays dissipated from the divine altar, when the daylight that illuminated the world and turned night into day receded.

The beings of Vermilion Bird Mountain beheld with their own eyes the form of an unprecedented "Divine Monarch."

This seemed like a "child," much like a newborn of heaven and earth, with skin like ice and snow, a body like uncut jade, suffused with golden light, untainted and pure.

In the bright forehead, a Pixiu’s golden horn grew.

The glass-like body inhaled and exhaled the Dragon Soul of the Great Wilderness.

And deep within his eyes, black, white, and gold flowed, like a three-colored lotus of the Great Dao blooming.

The majesty of divinity, the compassion of humanity, and the slaughter of demonic nature merged into one, transforming into a transcendent supreme divine aura.

Before this, the millions of barbarian cultivators, perhaps believed in gods, but had never witnessed one.

After today, "deity" held a vivid and concrete "image" in their hearts.

When they recited the name of "God," what naturally arose in their minds was this golden jade body before them, with Pixiu’s horn, bearing the Dragon Soul, like a newborn Divine Monarch.

Countless barbarian cultivators were shaken by witnessing the god firsthand.

And what shook them even more was the scene that followed.

They witnessed firsthand the "slaughter" between gods.

It was this divine monarch, like a jade, glass, golden child and newborn, slaughtering with the ancient and ferocious Wujiu Great God.

But rather than "slaughter," it was more like a "massacre."

More astonishing was that this small, jade-like, glass, golden child-like Divine Monarch seemed like an insignificant "ant" in the presence of the huge, hideous, and terrifying Wujiu Great God, exuding deathly rot.

Yet once he started, this golden jade newborn Divine Monarch was extremely fierce.

His fist, white as fine jade, appeared harmless, but with just one punch, it pierced through the Wujiu Great God’s deathly rot-infused wings.

The strength of his Divine Power was shocking.

Thereafter, with a raise of his hand, myriad holy patterns manifested, with flowing gold light, green wood, cold water, fiery fire, and thick earth endlessly revolving.

With a flick of his finger, his fingertip could also conjure strange black flames.

With a bare-handed grasp, a light resembling the Law converged into an unparalleled divine sword, whose sharp Sword Qi terrified all beings.

The Wujiu Great God exhausted his divine powers, employing various divine skills.

The Sword of Dead Feathers, the Sea of Rotten Flesh, the Barrier of Vengeful Spirits, the Prison of Filthy Qi...

They blotted out the sky and obscured the sun, with calamity surging, making the mountains and rivers change colors, terrifying all life. Yet inexplicably, they could not harm the Divine Monarch in the slightest.

The Sword of Dead Feathers could not harm the Leakless Golden Body.

The Sea of Rotten Flesh could not corrode the golden jade body.

The clinging Vengeful Spirits were pierced by the golden light from the Pixiu’s horn.

The pervasive Filthy Qi was blown away by a single Dragon Roar.

Yet the divine patterns of the formation, shown by the Divine Monarch’s divine power, were like chains that shredded the Great God’s giant wings.

The strange divine fire at his fingertip was unending, pressing the Wujiu Great God down, unable to lift his head.

The brilliant sword light was as sharp as a sword opening the heavens, piercing the divine body of the Wujiu Great God with countless holes.

Finally, after a "fierce" slaughter, the battle reached its conclusion.

The massive, sinister, deathly, and terrifying Wujiu Great God was tightly bound by the net-like holy patterns.

Firstly, a divine thought sword, as vast and bright as the inverted Milky Way, cleaved his form in two.

The chest of the Wujiu Great God was forcibly split open, revealing the throbbing "heart."

Then that Divine Monarch, reaching out with golden jade-like hands, plunged them into the Wujiu Great God’s chest, accompanying a clear shout, and tore apart this god’s heart with his bare hands...

Hand "tearing" a god...

There are no words to describe the impact of this brutal scene.

In that moment, all barbarian cultivators on Vermilion Bird Mountain looked up, stung in shock at the scene.

Their hearts shook so much that their minds nearly ceased to think.

Between heaven and earth... does such an "existence" truly exist, capable of tearing apart a god with bare hands?

In the minds of the barbarian cultivators, such an assumption never existed.

Their ordinary imagination was not enough to support imagining such an incredible scene.

And now, this picture they dared not dream of was unexpectedly and vividly displayed before their eyes.

At that moment, Mo Hua’s prior words echoed in their ears again:

"I am the shaman of the Divine Lord!"

"My power is granted by the Divine Lord!"

"Today, in the name of Shaman, I summon the Divine Lord to descend, to slay all vile gods and deviants of the world!"

Divine Lord...

One who can tear apart a god with bare hands, brutalize an ancient god like the Wujiu Great God...

Without a doubt, only the "Divine Lord."

Only the true Master of the Great Wilderness.

The appearance of the former Master of the Great Wilderness is unknown to the lives of the Barbaric Wilderness today.

But from this day forth, the image of the Master of the Great Wilderness has quietly transformed into this jade gold body with Pixiu’s horn, Azure Dragon soul, eyes that open and close like the Great Dao’s three-colored lotus, embodying divine, demonic, and human nature, yet returning to simplicity, having the aura of a newborn, capable of suppressing deviants, and tearing apart the god of Wujiu.

The Master of the Great Wilderness has become like Mo Hua.

This is the Divine Lord.

Faith ignited like a fire in the hearts of all, and then spread like a gale in an instant.

The chests of nearly all barbarian cultivators burned with the flame of faith, scorching hot.

They, as if unable to help themselves, knelt on the ground, offering their most sincere faith to the "Divine Lord" who once again displayed mighty divine miracles in the world of the Great Wilderness.

It wasn’t just the Danque Tribe, the Shugubu Tribe, the Flame Wing Tribe, the Red Simurgh Tribe, the Fire Eagle Tribe; even the Bi Fang Tribe, and the adversarial Wujiu Tribe, were all overawed, kneeling in submission.