At this moment, the divine form of the giant ape had swelled to an unimaginable size.

Its five fingers were like five mountain peaks, and the lines on its palm resembled deep ravines. Its vast, flowing fur swayed like forests shaken by a storm. An immense and boundless divine power surged, sustaining the actions of this colossal form.

That reckless, all-encompassing descent of a single palm seemed intent on utterly annihilating every demon present in the arena!

If that were truly the extent of it, Deer Qi Lang would not have been so shocked. Great figures fighting tooth and nail together was something he could always endure, ever ready to seize a fleeting opportunity.

But the inspiration that surged through his mind, intensely and unequivocally, told him that the target of this giant ape divine form was, in fact, the single spark deep within the ashes of the bronze giant cauldron.

He could no longer hold back…

Just as the mountain-like palm began to spread open.

The crowd of demons on the Heavenly Demon Altar scattered like birds.

Up the mountain stairs, down the mountain paths, along the edges of the cloud platform, and even mid-air, they fled with a chaotic dispersal.

Only Deer Qi Lang, with four gazes fixed upon his sword, remained standing solitary before the bronze cauldron.

His handsome face flushed red, and he summoned his courage with fervent words, saying, “The Heavenly Demon Altar was left by our ancestors! How can we simply sit by and watch it be easily destroyed by this evil god?!”

His only answer was the palm of the giant ape divine form, its fur whipping wildly in the strong wind.

Truly, the world’s winds blew downwards, and demon hearts had lost their ancient ways.

Even the Heavenly Demon Altar was left unguarded.

Bear San Si and Ling Xi Hua, Sheep Duo and Rat Jialan, these few were still locked in desperate combat while dodging the peril, fundamentally beyond relying upon.

Spider Lan Ruo, bearing terrifying divine power within her, found it exceedingly difficult to bring it to bear.

Snake Guyu was fundamentally unconcerned with the matter, hiding faster than anyone else.

As for Chai Asi, he had even fled to a higher level of the mountain stairs, still chattering about something, likely intending to plead. He spoke nonsensical words about the emperor’s humerus and the like.

And for Peaceful Ghost Messenger…

Recalling the sense of danger he had once felt from Peaceful Ghost Messenger, Deer Qi Lang directly called out his name: “Ghost Messenger brother! Among the heroes of the world, there is only you and I! At this perilous time, it is the moment to join hands and uphold the righteousness of the world!”

Peaceful Ghost Messenger, his rotund body turning several times, had already ascended the stairs, not even offering a single glance back!

His Pig Dali was brimming with righteousness, yet not without sense. This Heavenly Demon Altar had already been destroyed countless years ago; was there any fear of it being destroyed once more? This one surnamed Deer, what hidden motives did he harbor, refusing to settle down!

The vast mountain platform square, for a time, became desolate and empty, even gloomily dark.

Divine glory shone in myriad ways, yet it did not illuminate this unfortunate land.

The Heavenly Demon Altar, quite substantial after many years, was almost like a mere pellet beneath that single furry giant palm. And Deer Qi Lang, then, was but a grain of fine sand upon this pellet.

And then, the fine sand emitted the sound of a sword!

That was the end of an endless long night, the first ray of dawn piercing through the darkness. That was the first sound born within the eternal silence of wind erosion.

It had to be sharp!

It needed to pierce through the pain of the past to awaken it, and it needed to use fresh blood to open a path for the future.

Deer Qi Lang, who had always been a young master in rich brocade, actually possessed this kind of temper and a sword intent born of blood and fire, truly astonishing Jiang, the ancient god of the Mirror World.

He could especially see the exquisite intent, enough to match the stand, within this single sword that suddenly let out a sharp cry. Compared to the mountain-range-like giant palm, the sword in Deer Qi Lang’s hand was merely a single cow hair needle. Deer Qi Lang’s true body, already surrounded by sword light, was also only a speck of dust.

But he resisted the heavens and rose vertically, sword facing the enemy.

The giant palm was almost merging with the mountain platform.

The crowd of demons was all outside the mountain platform.

Only Deer Qi Lang was still continuously rising, continuously rising… straight towards a collision.

In an instant, the sword light split into ten thousand, and these ten thousand threads all penetrated this giant palm, like the dawn light piercing through the long night!

Spider Lan Ruo stood on the downhill path, sensing the successful ancient spring from afar, and quietly watched.

Although the giant palm was penetrated, there was no blood, no wound to be seen. Even the muddled giant ape divine form had no reaction to being hurt, perhaps not even realizing what had happened.

He has completely confused it!

And the result of this was that this palm, capable of destroying all the demon kings present and carrying such immense divine power, completely lost control, continuing its descent solely through inertia.

Just like… a master of palm techniques having their hand tendons severed.

But the tendons of such an enormous furry palm were like rivers and mountains; how could they be easily cut off?

Even with the power of a demon king, truly attempting to strike at the tendons would be an impossible feat.

Deer Qi Lang relied on an unparalleled inspiration, navigating the stormy sea. Every wisp of sword light pierced into the most crucial divine power nodes, causing the mountain ridges to break their脉, and the vast sea to have its flow cut off.

At this time.

The giant palm of the giant ape divine form dropped dejectedly, its inherent inertia still carrying an immense sound.

And the ten thousand wisps of sword light that welcomed the palm gathered at the back of the giant ape divine form’s hand, coalescing into that elegant and handsome man.

The young man in brocade clothes seemed to step on the wind, shuttling through the long fur like a forest, running along the mountain range of the still-swelling giant palm.

Along the back of the hand, to the arm, to the shoulder.

Hundreds, even a thousand zhang of height, were swept over by Deer Qi Lang in a single stride.

Only at this moment did the giant ape divine form seem to realize the disconnect between its hand palm and itself, only then did it feel that divine power was colliding out of control in that area.

In its mountain-like golden pupils, there was immense confusion.

The gradually expanding mad waves of divine power collision finally caused it pain. The uncontrolled hand palm dropped down, emitting a heaven-shaking, earth-moving giant sound.

Yet, it did not harm a single hair of the Heavenly Demon Altar, nor could it manipulate its power to carefully extract the fire seed within the cauldron.

Instinctive urgency, bewildered confusion, fresh pain… these various emotions intermingled. To the extent that it had absolutely no patience for that small demon thing rushing up its arm!

“Roar!”

It roared open its giant mouth, instinctively urging forth destructive power, which swirled behind its foul fangs.

And then, a flying rainbow hung in the long sky.

At that moment, Rat Jialan and Sheep Duo were fighting, although it was a desperate entanglement, they each held back, fighting at the edge of the cliff. They were unlike Bear San Si and Ling Xi Hua, who fought life and death regardless of everything, fighting all the way into the Myriad God Sea.

After casually swatting open Sheep Duo’s outstretched wooden hammer, Rat Jialan turned her eye towards the cliff edge and saw Deer Qi Lang’s body vertical, a single sword piercing into the middle of the giant ape divine form’s throat!

Its uniquely sharp sword light also penetrated the swirling destructive divine power still within the throat and mouth!

The sword art created by Deer Qi Lang of God Incense Flower Sea was said to possess an edge that could penetrate everything. Today, it was truly witnessed!

Yet, to say that Deer Qi Lang alone killed his way into the giant ape divine form’s giant mouth, with great courage and force, directly striking through the destructive power condensing within the giant ape divine form’s throat and mouth, he naturally had his motives.

And it was certainly not because of “protecting the Heavenly Demon Altar left by his ancestors.”

To protect a Heavenly Demon Altar that was still burning, any sacrifice would not be rare. But a Heavenly Demon Altar that had been extinguished for who knows how many years, retaining almost only its symbolic meaning, coupled with a heavenly demon seed like himself, how was it worth it?

The human race has a saying, “human hearts are separated by belly skin.”

To him, it meant that no matter if it was a human heart or a demon heart, they were separated not only by belly skin, but clearly by muscles, bones, and blood. No one could see through anyone else at a glance.

The demons of today, each an individual of cunning and cleverness, each with their belly full of thoughts.

The era when relying on emotion and ideals could deceive a thousand armies and ten thousand horses had long passed!

Those like Ape Meng Ji, with simple minds, were on the contrary rare!

No matter how he agitated, how he inflamed, he could not deceive a single assisting fist.

But the moment the crowd of demons scattered like birds, he also saw an opportunity.

No one was willing to make a move, and looking back, perhaps no one recognized the value of this giant ape divine form clearly. Who would truly understand the value of this giant ape divine form and still be willing to sit by and watch him capture the fire seed within the cauldron?

His inspiration told him that besides Ling Xi Hua, who had advanced and triggered the power of the Myriad God Sea, there were also hidden watchers in the Myriad God Sea.

Ling Xi Hua was the same; her purpose towards the Myriad God Sea was not the same as his, Deer Qi Lang.

The opportunity was born within this deviation. Although it was not the planned time node, nor had it reached the best degree of ripeness, it was not without value as a kind of timing.

The so-called “better to meet unexpectedly than to be invited” was indeed true; absolute good inspiration was originally born of heaven!

With a single sword penetrating the still-swirling destructive power, Deer Qi Lang leaped alone into the giant ape divine form’s throat and mouth, as if leaping into a gloomy, bottomless abyss of terror!

The immense divine power, almost materialized, drew threads of flowing light within this fundamentally bottomless abyss of terror.

And the divine glory occasionally reflecting out revealed that the “cliffs” on either side, formed by piles of flesh mountains, were lined downwards, densely packed with god shrines!

They were like the most crucial organs of this body, the viscera that contained the limit, arranged within the giant ape divine form, decorating it with divine strangeness and terror.

Within every god shrine, of course, sat a god.

Although all had their eyes closed and lips pursed, their divine powers were not displayed. But there was a self-contained flow of divine glory, a self-alternating light, and the dignity of god spirits. Various divine might interwove together, possessing a tangible weight.

Leaping into the giant ape’s belly, one could see the Myriad God Cave!

Everything seen and felt before him was in no way different from what his ancestor had said.

But clearly, this divine form giant ape was newborn, even only producing simple wisdom after invading Ape Meng Ji.

And all of this had been foreseen long ago.

The Heavenly Demon’s realm of vision was indeed not ordinary.

The divine glory wandering everywhere within the abyss was producing a vague contact.

They were ruled by simple wisdom and had a rather slow reaction. Of course, with the support of the entire Myriad God Sea, no matter how slow the reaction, it still possessed immense destructive power. Once that immense power was stirred up, it would be like a mountain collapsing, a flood surging, and even the fastest speed would be swept away.

Deer Qi Lang’s sword continuously struck out, each time before those contacts were born, he would first pierce them. This was of course not a strategy of cutting off the roots, nor was it possible to cut off the roots.

But in this process, he was already infinitely approaching his target.

There was no wind in the abyss, but he carried his own wind. Upon this extremely fast descent, he swept past countless god shrines, one by one, towards the deeper place of the abyss.

This was a coming to split mountains and tread seas, to pluck down a god infant!

The giant ape divine form was still half its body in the sea of clouds, still absorbing the power of the Myriad God Sea, still swelling, although not as rapidly as at the beginning, it seemed to have no end.

The uncontrolled right palm had already covered the square bronze giant cauldron, conveniently burying the mountain platform.

It seemed to have become another mountain platform.

Of course, with the continuous washing of divine power, the sword light that Deer Qi Lang had used to penetrate the key nodes had also been washed away.

The inability to move now was purely because the giant ape divine form’s wisdom had not yet caught up, still not knowing how to process the already chaotic divine power. But even the vast sea with angry waves eventually has a calm time.

The divine power sent from the ancient imperial city’s Sealed God Platform to this world was originally pure power that had been “washed” many times. It was just that summoning forth myriad gods inevitably left some complex marks of varying degrees, requiring a slight controlling force to guide them in the same direction.

With the continuous swelling of divine power, all marks would fade, ultimately returning to the power itself.

The demons present were all not vulgar generations, of course, they were not unaware of the danger of this giant ape divine form. But each harbored their own thoughts.

In the biting mountain wind, Snake Guyu’s figure was sometimes hidden, sometimes present. But within the ebb and flow of her presence, a cold and indifferent voice was transmitted: “Are you born with malice towards gods?”

She was asking Pig Dali.

Perhaps due to the reason of traveling together, Pig Dali had subconsciously escaped to her vicinity after escaping from the Heavenly Demon Altar earlier.

Her Snake Guyu’s fearsome reputation, if not known throughout the world, was certainly feared by anyone within the vicinity of God Incense Flower Sea and Heaven Breath Wasteland.

It could be said that any heavenly pride present did not dare to stand beside her without guard.

Only this Peaceful Ghost Messenger seemed not to know how to write the word “die.” Or perhaps he was truly so strong that he did not fear a sneak attack?

After the real power of Ling Xi Hua, even his eyes showed visible after-fear.

Pig Dali was startled for a moment, surprised that the usually silent Snake Guyu would initiate a question to him. But he didn’t think much and seriously answered: “I have no malice towards gods. My malice is directed at ‘evil’. I only kill evil gods, wicked gods.”

Snake Guyu said, “There are so many evil gods and wicked gods in the demon world. Can you kill them all?”

Pig Dali said, “I do what I can.” His body in night clothes and his body of fat meat seemed out of place with these heavenly prides.

But his calmness and firmness also made him not insignificant.

When running towards Snake Guyu, he actually hadn’t thought so much. Compared to the temperamentally gentle and famous noble daughter Spider Lan Ruo, he instinctively felt that Snake Guyu was on the contrary more harmless.

Snake Guyu did not speak further.

After about five breaths, Pig Dali said, “Can I ask you a question? I’ve always wanted to ask but haven’t. Seeing Ape Meng Ji just leave like that, I suddenly want to ask again.”

These words sounded awkward, but the meaning was clear.

Snake Guyu neither agreed nor disagreed, just silently watched the giant ape divine form, paying attention to the changes in the Myriad God Sea.

Pig Dali then asked in a low voice, “Why did you slaughter your own kin?”

Snake Guyu did not speak.

Only the mountain wind struck the cliff edge.

Calling out again and again.

Not knowing what it was calling.

At this time, on the god mountain, there were three battlefields.

Rat Jialan and Sheep Duo were engaged in battle, no need to elaborate. Deer Qi Lang went into the chest and belly of the giant ape divine form alone. As for Bear San Si and Ling Xi Hua, they had already killed their way into the surging sea of clouds, with the surrounding divine images all avoiding them.

Neither were demons, humans, nor devils, they fought as a group, their various methods strange, dangerous, and treacherous.

As true chess pieces representing the Three Evil Calamities Monarch killing their way into the God Xiao world, Ling Xi Hua, who prided herself on being the so-called “world’s first spirit race,” indeed possessed extraordinary skills. Proficient in the techniques of the demon race, human race, and devil race, almost fused into one furnace, maximizing the utilization of her body’s advantages.

In contrast, Bear San Si hardly utilized his body, only continuously displaying various extraordinary knife arts.

“To achieve greatness, we must experience bitter trials,” Ling Xi Hua said at this time, her body half black fog, half bone spurs, surging in the sea of clouds, her voice dangerous: “You were fortunate enough to become a spirit race, you should accept what you are. It’s difficult to close your eyes; you are just not this appearance. Once awakened, can you return to yesterday?”

Bear San Si of course knew how to poke at Ling Xi Hua’s pain points.

For example, “I am the world’s first spirit race recognized by the Three Evil Calamities Monarch.”

For example, “the demon patterns you face were originally meant to be planted on my face, but he ultimately gave up.”

But Bear San Si did not say any of it.

These were perhaps Ling Xi Hua’s pride, but upon him, they were only a source of shame.

So he remained silent.

Within the silence of the various gods, he killed in silence.

That beating heart was the only sound within his body.