When the river of fate was stirred up by a monstrous wave, both the Heavenly Venerable and the Giant Spirit God were terrified. They could indeed stand on the river of fate, but standing on it did not mean they could contend with it.
They could no longer care about Fang Xiu and turned to run away in fright. However, things were not so easy. The Giant Spirit God was the first to suffer. Before he could run far, a huge wave crashed directly onto him.
"Ah!" A shrill scream came from his proud mouth. He was clearly not injured, but his originally solid body began to become transparent. Countless fates were entangled on him, as if there were countless hands at the bottom of the river, dragging him down.
The giant spirit fought back desperately, his vast divine power constantly shattering the surging waves, but the waves were too numerous and too large, surrounding him from all directions and gradually drawing him deeper into them.
The situation on the side of Venerable Gantian was not optimistic at all. He waved his whisk wildly, consuming his divine power as if it were free, but he could not suppress the already surging River of Destiny. A wave hit him, and the whisk in his hand shattered. His radiance dimmed, and his figure swayed precariously.
"No!" He screamed, his eyes wide with rage. The arrogance in his eyes had vanished, replaced by endless panic. Because he was a god, he understood the terror of the River of Fate better than ordinary people. Once swept into the river, one would be entangled in the fate of countless beings throughout the ages, and would be completely submerged in it, never to be reborn.
"Hehehe..." Fang Xiu's sinister laughter echoed across the River of Fate: "So... even gods can scream and feel fear."
The god's disheveled state made Fang Xiu's smile widen even more. He was very satisfied with his masterpiece. He had used a trick to defeat the god with his seventh-level body. But putting aside the process, he had indeed accomplished a feat that was unprecedented and would never be repeated.
This further solidified his resolve for revenge. If he could strike a god at the seventh rank, what about the eighth? Or even the ninth rank to become a god? Perhaps after becoming a god, he might be able to fight his mysterious and unpredictable wife!
Under his gaze, the waves on the River of Destiny surged ever more fiercely, while the figures of the Giant Spirit God and the Heavenly Venerable became increasingly dim and shaky.
The two exchanged a glance, realizing they couldn't continue like this, or today would be their day of reckoning. A resolute look flashed in their eyes, and then they suddenly self-destructed.
Boom!
Two loud explosions rang out above the River of Destiny, and their bodies suddenly exploded, turning into specks of light that scattered across the river of destiny.
Fang Xiu narrowed his eyes. Self-destruction? No, that's not right. The power of self-destruction is too weak. They didn't self-destruct; they abandoned their divine bodies.
Sure enough, the next second, two divine sparks shimmering with divine light soared into the sky. Freed from the constraints of their divine bodies, these two seemingly indestructible divine sparks broke through the wind and waves, instantly escaping the River of Fate and heading towards the heavens without looking back.
They escaped. The two gods sacrificed their divine bodies to escape. The more majestic they were when they descended, the more pathetic they were when they fled.
As the gods fled, the cage that had imprisoned Jiang Mengyue shattered. However, after she was freed, she remained standing there blankly, her beautiful eyes filled with the majestic figure that stood above the river of fate, forcing back the two gods.
In her eyes, Fang Xiu seemed as tall as a giant standing between heaven and earth, with the turbulent river of fate flowing beneath his feet. The wind howled as his robes fluttered, and his gaze was disdainful, like a true god!
Gazing at that imposing figure, Jiang Mengyue was momentarily captivated.
This scene was deeply etched in her heart, unforgettable for all eternity. It is no exaggeration to say that, given her inherent admiration for strength, even without the Heavenly Marriage Stone, she would likely have fallen completely in love with Fang Xiu at this moment.
"Hehehe..." Fang Xiu's twisted, sinister laughter echoed across the River of Destiny. He looked down at the endless sky with madness and disdain, his eyes filled with contempt for the gods.
"Immortals and gods? Nothing special!"
"Today I'll see which of you high and mighty gods dares to come to this mortal realm!"
Arrogance beyond measure, disdain for all others – this is a mortal's provocation of the gods in heaven. What's astonishing is that none of the gods of the nine provinces dared to respond.
No one wants to be swept away by the river of fate. Perhaps when the waters are calm, even if the ship of gods and immortals capsizes and sinks to the bottom, they can swim back up. But if the river of fate is as turbulent as it is now, even gods would not dare to set foot on it lightly.
An eerie silence descended from the sky.
"No god dares to answer? How boring." Fang Xiu shook his head in disappointment.
But the next moment, the heavens were enraged.
The clouds in the sky surged like a vast ocean, and the originally white clouds turned black and oppressive in a very short time.
Boom—!
The sound of lightning and thunder resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
"Heavenly Tribulation?" Fang Xiu's eyes were deep as he gazed at the ever-changing sky. "So that's how it is. You didn't dare to go down in person, so you used this method to deal with me?"
The tribulation clouds in the sky grew thicker and heavier, dark and profound. The entire world seemed to be plunged into a suffocating atmosphere, with everything deathly still and the forbidden aura of heavenly tribulation spreading wildly.
Suddenly, a deafening thunderclap resounded deep in the sky, and dazzling lightning flashed, illuminating the world as bright as day!
It seemed as if the heavens were angry and determined to punish this mortal who dared to blaspheme.
Deep within the clouds, a sea of lightning was slowly taking shape. A terrifying vortex appeared in the sea, spinning wildly like a funnel, with lightning surging within, dazzling and beautiful yet filled with a terrifying aura of world destruction.
However, Fang Xiu didn't even glance at the Heavenly Tribulation. Instead, he turned his gaze to Jiang Mengyue, who was standing to the side with a worried expression, and said calmly, "In the coming period, you must use the power of the gods of the Nine Provinces to become a god as soon as possible."
"And what about you?" Jiang Mengyue asked worriedly.
"Me?" Fang Xiu sneered: "Even the gods of the Nine Provinces dare not personally intervene, so what can a mere heavenly tribulation do to me? You only need to mind your own business and become a god as soon as possible."
"But...but..."
Seeing that Jiang Mengyue was still trying to act all sentimental, Fang Xiu became impatient and had to change his approach: "Only after you become a god will you be qualified to stand by my side."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Mengyue immediately became obedient. Fang Xiu's words were automatically interpreted in her mind as, "Only after becoming a god can you be with me."
"Fang Lang, for you, I will definitely strive to become a god!"
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