chsdbacks Chapter 235 The Mythical Arena for the Survival of Civilizations!
Chapter 235 The Mythical Arena for the Survival of Civilizations!
The Buddha's light shines everywhere, hanging in the sky above China like the sun at its zenith.
The Buddha's light was gentle but not dazzling, shining on every inch of the land of Kyushu.
When this light enveloped them, all Chinese people felt an unprecedented clarity in their minds.
At first, it was just that the distracting thoughts in their minds gradually disappeared. Then, gradually, some people discovered that the realm they had been stuck in for years without making any progress was actually sensing an opportunity for a breakthrough.
"My divine power circulation speed... is at least 30% faster!"
In a military camp in northern Xinjiang, a young soldier who was doing his morning exercise was pleasantly surprised to find that his divine power had become much stronger.
"This Buddha's light... can even cleanse the soul of impurities!"
In the territory of a certain divine family in Jiangnan, an old man with white hair opened his eyes from seclusion, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, and the bottleneck that had trapped him for twenty years began to loosen.
"Mother, I think I can sense golden threads in the world..."
In a remote mountain village in China, a seven- or eight-year-old child pointed to the sky and said to his mother.
The mother initially didn't think much of it, but was surprised to see that a faint golden light actually condensed on the child's fingertips.
One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.
Throughout China, from cities to villages, from military camps to universities, countless people began to realize the miraculous power of the Buddha's light hanging high in the sky.
"What's going on? This light..."
"It's the Venerable Xuanzang! The Chinese government has issued a notice stating that the Venerable Xuanzang is a deity of China, and he is protecting us!"
"Quickly, quickly set up an altar at home to worship the Venerable Xuanzang!"
"I heard that they're rushing to make golden statues of the monks in Kyoto, so they can be distributed to various cities and towns!"
The surge of public sentiment has transformed into an invisible force of faith.
Those wisps of golden light, invisible to ordinary people, rise from the incense burning in thousands of homes, drift from the devout kneeling figures, and dissipate from the innocent prayers of children...
They gradually merged into the Buddha's light in the sky, making the light even more dazzling and solid.
And this power of faith, shining down through the Buddha's light, accelerates the cultivation speed of all believers.
Kyoto, Forbidden City.
Standing on the observation platform, Mr. Mo gazed up at the ever-brightening Buddha's light, remaining silent for a long time.
Behind him, an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit said softly:
"Old Mo, in more than 300 large and medium-sized cities across the country, 70% have begun to spontaneously worship Master Xuanzang."
"The data reported from various regions on the improvement of people's cultivation speed shows an average increase of 47%. Some exceptionally talented individuals have even seen an improvement of over 300%."
Old Mo murmured, "The power of faith... so this is the true source of the gods' power."
"It does not rely on the contracts and summons of a few divine beings, but on the faith of hundreds of millions of ordinary people."
The elderly man in the Zhongshan suit sighed:
"The Venerable Xuanzang said that as long as faith endures, His power will never run dry. And this power, in turn, nourishes believers, forming a virtuous cycle. This is simply..."
"A national treasure!"
"Indeed." Old Mo nodded, his eyes gleaming. "But such a divine artifact will inevitably attract the covetous eyes of wolves. What's going on in America?"
"According to intelligence, their Ragnarok plan has entered its final stage. Representatives from twelve forces, including the Europa Temple and the Aztec Council, secretly gathered three days ago on an island in the deep ocean. Our people have only detected strong divine energy fluctuations and spatial distortions; the specifics are unknown."
Mr. Mo pondered for a moment:
"Notify Su Fan, Lao Yuan, and Master Xuanzang that a top-level combat readiness meeting will be held in one hour. Also, put all nodes of the Great Wall system on Level One alert. I have a feeling... a storm is brewing..."
"It's coming."
……
An hour later, in a secret room somewhere in the Forbidden City.
Su Fan, Yuan Qingsheng, Ma Tao, Mo Lao, and five other elders with profound auras, all of whom were top-tier Divine Masters in China, sat around a table.
In the main seat, Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, with a halo of Buddha light flowing behind his head, illuminating the entire secret chamber as if it were daytime.
"Esteemed benefactors," Tang Sanzang spoke first, his voice calm.
"My Buddha-light has spread throughout the entire land of China. The power of faith gathered so far is sufficient to support me in establishing the Pure Land of Bodhi in this world."
"Within a radius of a thousand miles around the Bodhi Pure Land, evil spirits cannot invade, and those who wield divine power in China can receive a 30% boost."
"A 30% increase?!"
Ma Tao exclaimed in shock, "This...this is simply heaven-defying power!"
An admiration flashed in Old Mo's eyes: "In this way, Kyoto and even the surrounding core areas will become our most solid fortress."
The meeting lasted for another half hour.
Just as it was about to end, the alarm runes on the ceiling of the secret room suddenly started flashing violently!
"Report!"
An anxious voice came through the sound transmission array.
"An extremely large-scale spatial fluctuation has been detected in the direction of the Deep Ocean! The intensity... exceeds the peak value of any fluctuation that has occurred during the opening of the Mythical Arena before!"
The expressions on everyone's faces changed drastically.
"They arrived so quickly?!" Old Mo abruptly stood up. "Connect to the external video feed!"
One wall inside the sealed room rippled like water, revealing the outside world.
Above Kyoto, beside the gentle halo of Buddha's light, a huge golden scroll stretching across the sky was slowly unfurling.
On the scroll, ancient and majestic divine script lit up one by one, each character radiating a chilling power of rules.
Meanwhile, in the deep ocean.
The once azure sea has now been replaced by a golden light curtain covering an area of hundreds of miles.
Above the light screen, countless divine runes, inscriptions, and totems intertwined and flowed, forming three huge, layered, circular arena phantoms.
Around the arena, twelve towering, illusory pillars slowly rotated, each pillar carved with the image of a different deity.
There are angels with wings on their backs, a ferocious eight-headed serpent, and Shiva with four faces and eight arms...
[Civilization Survival Ruling: The Tri-Tier National Destiny War is Forcibly Initiated!]
The majestic and awe-inspiring declaration, regardless of distance, resounded in the ears of all humanity worldwide.
[Subject of adjudication: Chinese civilization]
[Challenger: Western Alliance]
[First Arena: A Pantheon-Only Battle Between East Asian and European Gods!]
[Within a limited time of one incense stick's time, both sides must submit the information of their first participant and the corresponding deity! Failure to submit by the deadline will be considered a forfeit and will result in immediate defeat!]
The loser will be permanently stripped of their civilization's corresponding deity's eligibility to participate in the Mythical Arena and will suffer the penalty of diminished national fortune!
The announcement was cold and devoid of any emotion.
Upon hearing this voice, the Chinese people froze on the spot.
Old Mo gritted his teeth: "Damn it, this is an ancient mythological arena battle, it hasn't happened for many years!"
"They're planning to use the rules of the Mythical Arena to completely destroy China!"
Su Fan's expression was also unusually solemn.
The arena for the myths of civilization's survival—this is truly a fight to the death!
Ragnarok is a load of rubbish, it's just a smokescreen!
It seems the Western alliance has been terrified of the Chinese deity Tang Sanzang!
"A pantheon limited to East Asian and European regions..." Yuan Qingsheng gritted his teeth, "This means they're going to abolish the pantheon we're most familiar with and the one we invoke the most!"
Su Fan's eyes flashed with a cold light: "They want to take the first city in the safest way, to damage our morale, and at the same time test Master Xuanzang's strength and weakness."
The atmosphere inside the sealed room was extremely tense.
"This first battle is of paramount importance." Old Mo surveyed the crowd. "Victory is not an option! Not only must we win, but we must win spectacularly, displaying the might of China! Who is willing to fight?"
The ninth-tier Divine Masters exchanged glances, their eyes filled with fighting spirit, but also with a hint of hesitation.
The first battle is crucial to the overall situation; the opponent will definitely field their strongest lineup, so the pressure will be immense.
"I'll go."
A calm voice rang out. Everyone looked over and saw Su Fan slowly stand up.
"Su Fan, you..." Old Mo hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.
Although Su Fan had made contracts with many gods, including the creator god Zhulong, his own cultivation level was not top-notch.
"Mr. Mo, I know what I'm doing."
Su Fan's gaze was firm.
"For the first battle, they anticipated we would send our strongest warrior to play it safe. So we did the opposite. Although my cultivation level isn't the highest, I have a contract with the creation-level Chinese deity, Zhulong, and more importantly..."
Su Fan looked at Tang Sanzang:
"With the blessing of Master Xuanzang's Bodhi Pure Land faith, I can adjust my condition to its best. I am 70% confident of winning this battle."
Tang Sanzang and Su Fan looked at each other for a moment, then slowly nodded:
"Excellent, benefactor. With such determination, this humble monk believes that defeat is not necessarily inevitable."
Tang Sanzang wasn't entirely clear about Su Fan's strength, but for some reason, he felt that Su Fan would win.
Moreover, Su Fan possessed a familiar quality to Him.
Old Mo slammed his hand on the table.
"good!"
"Since Master Xuanzang agrees, then Su Fan will fight in the first battle!"
"Old Yuan, immediately retrieve the information on the gods that the alliance might deploy, especially those from the East Asian pantheon!"
"yes!"
……
On the Pacific Ocean, above the golden light curtain, the illusory image of the first arena gradually solidified.
This is an ancient stone platform suspended above an endless sea of clouds, spanning thousands of feet in circumference, with intricate star maps and mountain and sea patterns engraved on its surface.
The arena was surrounded by the illusory images of twelve divine pillars, which cast beams of divine light, making the arena look like a divine kingdom.
To the east of the arena, a beam of light descended, and Su Fan's figure appeared within it.
He was dressed in a simple black outfit, standing with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.
To the west of the arena, another beam of light was even thicker and more dazzling.
The beam of light dissipated, revealing three figures.
The man in the center was an elderly man dressed in Korean clothing, with a withered face and sinister eyes, holding a strangely shaped snake-head staff in his hand.
Behind them, a divine shadow, resembling both a snake and a dragon, flicked its tongue.
On the left is a middle-aged man with blond hair dressed in European attire, wearing a white robe embroidered with a cross emblem, holding a thick holy book, and with an arrogant expression.
Behind him, the phantom of a six-winged angel was surrounded by holy light.
On the right is an elderly Indian monk with dark skin, a cinnabar mark on his forehead, and a bare upper body covered with strange tattoos.
Behind him, a phantom of Shiva with four faces and eight arms, holding various ritual implements, exudes a contradictory aura of destruction and rebirth.
"A three-way alliance?"
Su Fan raised an eyebrow slightly.
It seems that the opposing side is willing to put aside their pride and fight with superior numbers to ensure victory in the first battle.
The elderly South Korean man spoke broken Chinese, his voice hoarse.
"Young man from China, you must have some skill to represent China in the first arena. State the name of the god you have sworn allegiance to, lest you die an unknown ghost."
Su Fan said calmly, "China, Su Fan. As for the gods..."
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Arrogant!"
The blond middle-aged man sneered, "In front of our Lord Gabriel, and the three great divine figures of Korea's god Imuji and India's god Shiva, you still dare to play tricks!"
The old monk chanted a Sanskrit phrase, and the eight arms of the Shiva phantom behind him moved in unison, a destructive aura beginning to gather.
[The first arena, a pantheon-limited battle between East Asian and European deities, begins!]
The words had barely left his mouth.
"Roar—!"
The Korean God-Kings made the first move!
He slammed his snake-headed staff heavily on the ground, and the phantom of Imuji behind him instantly solidified, its ferocious snake head rising and spitting out a stream of highly venomous liquid that swept towards Su Fan!
Wherever it passed, even the arena space emitted a hissing, corroding sound.
"God says, heretics shall be judged!"
The blond middle-aged man held the holy book high, and the phantom of a six-winged angel behind him spread its wings, with endless holy light transforming into countless light swords that poured down like a torrential rain!
Each lightsaber contains the power of rules that purify alien divine power.
"Destroy it!"
The old monk Ah San clasped his hands together, and the arm of the phantom Shiva raised the trident that symbolized destruction. The tip of the trident condensed a point of extremely dark light of destruction, which silently pierced towards Su Fan's brow!
The three attacks, coming from three directions, sealed off all of Su Fan's escape routes.
Moreover, their abilities are completely different and complement each other. When their power is combined, it is enough to instantly severely injure or even kill an ordinary ninth-level God-Controlling cultivator!
The hearts of the Chinese spectators were in their throats.
But Su Fan neither dodged nor avoided it; he even closed his eyes.
Within his body, a crimson dragon-like light suddenly accelerated its movement.
Time... flows slowly.
Su Fan spoke softly, as if his words were law.
Centered on Su Fan, the flow of time within a radius of 100 feet suddenly slowed down by ten or even a hundred times!
The surging venom, the countless sword lights, and the dark halberd light seemed to sink into an invisible quagmire when they approached within ten feet of Su Fan, slowing down to the point of being as slow as snails.
"What?!"
The three Divine Masters all changed color simultaneously.
They could feel that their connection with the divine shadow was still there, and the output of divine power was not interrupted, but the attack was frozen in time after entering that area!
"This isn't simply a matter of space freezing! It's the law of time!"
The blond middle-aged man gasped in shock.
Su Fan opened his eyes, and deep within his left pupil, a black light swirled like a solar eclipse.
In his right pupil, a point of white light condensed like moonlight.
The eyes of the Candle Dragon control the darkness and light of day and night, and regulate the passage of time.
Su Fan slowly raised his right hand and gently clenched it towards the three slowly writhing attacking figures in front of him.
"Time... vanishes."
"Click—"
Invisible cracks in time spread out from Su Fan's palm.
Wherever the crack passed, the venom, lightsabers, and halberds whose flow was slowed down instantly weathered and decayed, dissipating into the air, as if they had been eroded by millions of years.
The three Divine Masters were struck as if by a heavy blow, and they all spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Impossible! How could a Divine Master like you possibly wield such a level of temporal power?!"