Chapter 1 Old Gods Manifest, New Gods Emerge

The old gods manifested, the new gods emerged from the pond, and with the rise of the follower deities, divine light blazed across Old Yin Mountain in an instant.

"There have been no gods in the world for one hundred and seventy years, and today we see the spirit of incense again!"

Feeling the vastness of the incense, as the Pond of Gods came to life, everyone within Old Yin Mountain, regardless of their status or the level of their skills, felt an unprecedented shock.

Especially the madman from the Door of Plundered Calamity, who was so shocked that he almost seemed sane.

He climbed up from the ground, his gaze slowly withdrawing with difficulty from the divine light that filled the mountains.

Behind him, on the cliff, just as the pack of snakes were poised to launch their fiercest attack, the other eagle returned. With the two eagles fighting the snakes, the situation changed again. The nest of eaglets was, for the moment, finally safe.

Before the battle between the eagles and snakes could be decided, the crisis seemed to have been averted.

And this caused the madman from the Door of Plundered Calamity to reveal a dull expression on his face as he slowly shook his head: "Inviting disaster is only fun because everyone in the world needs to hide, panicking, blurting out whatever comes to mind, and taking any path they can find, that's what makes it interesting to watch."

"But the Hu family is ruthless..."

"Borrowing the world's incense to raise a cat into a tiger to ward off disaster, what fun is there in watching that?"

Shaking his head and sighing, he slowly looked up, gazing at Hu Ma: "As for now, I don't care who wins or loses, I just find it more interesting..."

"...Where did the Hu family get the courage to do such a thing?"

"..."

Noticing his gaze, Hu Ma was also withdrawing from the immense shock just now.

Every step of this mountain sacrifice was within his plan, but when he truly saw the incense gathering and the changes that arose from it, he felt a deep sense of awe.

He had actually witnessed the birth of a god in this world...

Those sleeping in the pond were all the deceased ancestors of Da Yang Village. They were naturally good and bad, but they were all people who followed the rules. Those who didn't follow the rules were not allowed to be buried in the pond.

Even so, they were not necessarily all good people, but because they were buried in the pond, individual memories had long faded with the passage of time. Their souls were united, and their imprints had also weakened. Under the worship of later generations, they became a unique existence that sheltered their descendants.

What is a god?

The traces left by predecessors are gods!

In that instant, he seemed to understand some of the essence of this world.

So, when he heard the words of the madman from the Door of Plundered Calamity, he slowly turned his head and said indifferently, "So what if the Hu family has done such a thing?"

The madman from the Door of Plundered Calamity stared at Hu Ma and said slowly, "Doing so is equivalent to betraying the Ten Surnames."

"The Hu family is also one of the Ten Surnames. The Hu family has just betrayed the Hu family."

"..."

"..."

In the distance, the grand mountain sacrifice was still being held. Amidst the rolling incense, the figure of the Mountain Lord emerged. He looked at the phantoms emerging from the pond, and for a moment, he could hardly control himself.

Just when he, a remnant soul, was prepared to fade into oblivion, he welcomed these new beings, which caused the humanity within him to surge to its extreme.

Then, he thought of the young man who had promised him the world's sacrifices, and thinking of his identity, a touch of emotion could not help but arise in his heart.

Then, he nodded slightly to Second Master before the incense table, and then looked outside the mountain.

Following his actions, the newly born gods, the follower deities formed from transformed spirits, all felt a sense of connection and slowly raised their heads at the same time.

As a result, the strange wind in the mountain subsided, and the disaster energy instantly disappeared from Old Yin Mountain.

Before the incense table, Second Master, as the chief priest, took a deep breath, and a surge of heroic spirit came over him. He suddenly understood what he was doing, raised the whip high, and with a few solid strikes, one of the straw figures under the whip was torn apart.

But the willow branch in his hand was also worn down.

Second Master raised his head and looked at Hu Ma's godmother, now sensing the changes in Willow's Mother, he didn't dare to act rashly.

Hu Ma's godmother hadn't quite understood what was happening at the moment, and was wondering what was going on. She met Second Master's gaze, and wanted to ignore him, but suddenly found that more eyes around her were looking at her, one after another, solemn and deep...

So she couldn't help but tremble again, and the willow branches on her body quietly drooped down.

Making it convenient for the old guy to come and pull.

Second Master never believed that people should rely on the dead to live. Now he respected the gods in his heart, but he also naturally believed that the gods would not do everything for people, but just give people a sense of confidence.

You still have to do the work yourself!

So he unceremoniously tore off the willow branches drooping from Willow's Mother and braided them into the biggest whip.

Then he struck the straw figure firmly: "No matter what strange things you are, you can't enter our mountain, you can't get near our child!"

"Pa!"

As this whip fell, far outside the mountain, the twelve routes of disaster simultaneously let out angry and miserable cries.

These disaster creatures, whether newborn lambs or snakes crawling out of their eggs, perhaps because Second Master was now confident and struck with a bit more force, were not only trembling, but even had obvious whip marks on their bodies.

So they were finally completely enraged, glaring with their pale eyes, staring fixedly in the direction of Old Yin Mountain. Muffled thunder rumbled in the air, and black footprints appeared under the feet of the disaster senders.

Gods and disasters, after one hundred and seventy years, once again faced the most direct confrontation.

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"Ear Report God reports: Something is terribly wrong, a Pond God is rising in Old Yin Mountain, blocking the path of sending disaster!"

"Report, strange movements among the wandering ghosts everywhere, gathering the people for mass sacrifices!"

"Report! Countless blessings and gatherings everywhere under heaven, alarming the roaming gods and incense!"

"..."

One after another, the Ear Report Gods flew into the Meng family's ancestral home, trembling, shouting towards the hall of the ancestral home.

When the Ear Report Gods felt something fearful and took the initiative to report, the Meng family's head should personally greet them and offer incense.

But now, the Meng family's hall was deathly silent. Even the maids and servants had been chased outside, kneeling in a group, completely unaware of their fate.

And Meng Silang, the young master of the Meng family, was now sitting in a chair, a nail hammered into his forehead, his face indescribably pale, and a layer of blood seemed to be floating in his eyes, making them look somewhat strange.

When disaster struck, the Meng family's blood relatives were all unavoidable.

At this moment, one must use ruthless means to bring about a great misfortune in advance, to suffer an undeserved disaster, or to endure bodily pain.

In this way, the impact of the disaster creatures can be temporarily slowed down, of course, only slowed down, not eliminated.

It only allows one to maintain a clear mind and reason during critical moments, so as not to be blown senseless by the disaster and become confused.

The young master of the Meng family had decisively hammered the nail into his forehead at the moment when the disaster creatures backlashed. In normal times, even the four chief officers would have thought he had some courage, but now, looking at the nail, they were only silent.

This time, they had suffered a setback!

Now, the Hu family had not yet suffered, but the entire Meng family, old and young, had been dragged in. It could be said that they were extremely foolish.

The Ear Report Gods came with reports again and again, but the Meng family's hall was silent. Finally, someone couldn't help but hold back. It was the Spirit Inquiry Chief Officer, wearing a blood-red robe and having a portly figure, who shouted, "How dare those undying things stand out?"

The Incense Distribution Chief Officer next to him seemed to find it a bit noisy, frowned, and sighed softly, "Lord Zhang has fallen from power, there's no one to suppress them. It's not surprising that they're appearing in the world."

"It's just that I didn't expect it to be so fast."

"..."

"Back then, it was the Ten Surnames who decided to suppress them. It was also the Ten Surnames' benevolence to let a few of them survive and imprison themselves in the mountains."

The Spirit Inquiry Chief Officer shouted, "Now they dare to show themselves to ward off disaster and demand incense. They have already violated the taboo. Although Lord Zhang is gone, can't the other surnames suppress them?"

"They can."

A woman wrapped in white gauze said indifferently, "But none of the methods of the various families are more suitable than Lord Zhang's. So, to suppress these remnants, the other families must join forces."

As she spoke, she suddenly glanced coldly at Meng Silang, "But the heads of the Zhao, Zhou, Chen, and Wang families came to the door, but then left. Do you think they will still join forces now to suppress these things?"

For a time, the hall was even quieter than before. They always had to save some face for the head of the family. This kind of thing was not easy to discuss.

But even in this unspeakable awkwardness, Meng Silang, with a nail hammered into his forehead, suddenly showed a smile on his face and said, "I was wrong!"

"Hmm?"

The four people present were all startled, thinking they had misheard.

Meng Silang gently touched the nail in his forehead and said softly, "Now that things have come to this, there's no need to salvage any more face."

"I, Meng Silang, miscalculated a move and fell into the Hu family's scheme. Now the Meng family has suffered this loss, and the consequences are probably mostly irreversible. Now, I'm afraid the world, and even a few of my uncles, will think of me, Meng Silang, as a joke."

"But...so what if it's a joke? Is the Meng family really going to be removed from the list because of this?"

"..."

"Of course the Meng family won't fall..."

Hearing his words, the chief officers were all silent. The Meng family had suffered a great loss this time, and were probably facing the calamity of extinction.

But the Meng family would still not fall, after all, the Meng family's ancestor was still alive!

If it were another family, the four chief officers might have already turned around and left, and the forces in various places would have long dispersed and stopped taking orders, but that would not happen in the Meng family.

No matter what the situation, as long as the Meng family's ancestor could still open his eyes, the Meng family would not fall, and they would not dare to betray him.

But now that things had come to this, to say this...

At this moment, the woman wearing a white robe suddenly said softly, "Collect the disaster!"

"The losses that should be suffered, swallow them, and promptly stop the rest."

"..."

"It can't be collected."

Only the Grand Headsman dared to speak to the Meng family's young master like this, but the Meng family's young master only smiled when he heard this. Blood oozed out of the place where the nail was hammered into his forehead, flowing down his face like earthworms, "I invited eleven routes of disaster, but twelve routes came out."

"Disaster, therefore, cannot be collected."

(End of this chapter)