Fentian raised his arm and took back the Vedas, and raised his other arm to take back the Ganges water surrounding Qin Ye into the kettle.
The kettle flew back into Fentian's hands.
Upon seeing this, God and Hephaestus looked towards the barrier of the Ganges water.
In the field of vision.
The water curtain of the Ganges water barrier thinned and faded away, and Qin Ye's figure emerged from it.
Qin Ye had a smile on his face. He stepped aside for a moment and met Fentian's eyes. Qin Ye smiled and said.
"It seems you couldn't do it. You couldn't let me experience rejuvenation and return to 18 years old."
Qin Ye didn't just stand there and watch as he spoke. His arm once again swirled with blazing divine fire, while his other arm surged with divine thunder. Thunder and fire intertwined, and the sound was as grand as a dragon's roar, resounding throughout the heavens and the earth.
Upon seeing this, Fentian spoke in an ancient Indian language.
"Even if I don't suppress you this way, I still have other ways to deal with you."
Fentian also took action.
This time, the companion magic weapon no longer attacked Qin Ye directly, but a magical picture appeared. The Vedas, tokens, lotus, and kettle melted into the four palms, and then melted into the entire arm.
The companion magic weapon is like blood.
It flowed through Fentian's entire body, and wherever it flowed, lines appeared on his skin, full of Indian runes, looking extremely mysterious.
All of these actions were completed when Fentian took a step towards Qin Ye. When the two of them were face to face...
Fentian's muscles bulged all over his body.
Much stronger than before, full of power.
Even Hercules, who was famous for his strength, looked at him sideways.
"Using your body as a weapon?"
When Hercules said this, his tone was full of surprise, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.
"Is Fentian's physical strength very strong now?"
The one asking the question was Hermes. He was not a god of power, and he had little knowledge of power. His strength was not as strong as Fentian, so he could not tell what condition Fentian was in.
But He knew Hercules must know.
Hercules is a god of power. He admires power the most and has the best understanding of power.
As expected.
As soon as Hermes asked, Hercules answered.
“Very strong.”
His tone was indescribably solemn, his expression was dignified, and then he continued as if he had thought of something.
"Hermes, do you know about the sanctification of the flesh?"
Hermes was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when he heard this.
"I do know about the sanctification of the physical body. I haven't cultivated the power of chains, but it's not like I don't even know the basics of cultivating power of chains."
"Myths like Heaven, India, Indonesia, Amaterasu, and so on, are non-Western mythologies. In these non-Western mythologies, they worship strength, with gods like Hercules and the Giant Spirit."
"And in these non-Western myths, they cultivate powerful bodies and gain unparalleled strength. The most typical example is Pangu."
"Pangu is the representative deity. He achieved sainthood with his flesh and blood, breaking through all laws with his single force and creating the world, mountains and rivers of Daxia."
"In Daxia, when a physical body reaches the strength of Pangu, it is considered holy... Hercules, are you trying to say... Brahma's power is now comparable to Pangu's?"
Hermes reacted quickly.
Hercules' nod confirmed his guess.
Hercules said.
"Do you still remember the battle between the Titans?"
"Remember, even if I were to be reincarnated, I would never forget the Ragnarok of the Gods."
Hermes responded.
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