The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 339 - 163: New Game Icon, Meet the High Priest_2

Chapter 339: Chapter 163: New Game Icon, Meet the High Priest_2

The conflict between the Mo Luo clan and the Wangyue Continent was merely an extension of the contest between two Sun Gods.

Of course, the Mo Luo clan wasn’t even remotely connected to the Sun God, not even a close subordinate. The God’s name was merely being used to intimidate Ningtuo.

Ningtuo didn’t bother looking at Lord Mo Hui. Her eyes were trained on Qi Yuan the whole time.

Her projection was time-limited, every minute and every second was invaluable.

"Scaring me with a Sun God? If you’re so capable, have him descend and kill me himself," Qi Yuan wouldn’t be scared by such threats.

Moreover, it wasn’t that straightforward for a Sun God to descend.

"Kill him!" Qi Yuan whispered to Ningtuo, holding her close.

With a swipe of Ningtuo’s hand....

Lord Mo Hui, already imprisoned, started undergoing terrifying transformations.

His corpulent flesh turned dry and cracked, his entire body’s scales shattered.

His youthful visage suddenly aged.

Disbelief was evident in his murky eyes: "Realm Seed...."

His life force completely ceased in this moment.

A venerable Yin God, powerful enough to penetrate an entire continent, just... fell.

Death was plain and straightforward.

It was as if it wasn’t a God who died but a mere mortal.

The spectators on the field were all shocked.

This was their first time witnessing a clash between Yin Gods.

They thought it’d be a battle darkening the sun and moon, shattering mountains and rivers. But... it ended too swiftly.

The Divine Envoy earlier widened his eyes.

The events of today had far exceeded his expectations.

At this point, Ningtuo’s figure became even more tenuous.

"My Lord... summon me the next time you encounter formidable foes!" Veneration was evident in her eyes. After saying this, her projection faded entirely, and she returned once more to her Star Jindan.

Arriving like a storm and departing like a wisp.

A sense of listlessness enveloped Qi Yuan’s heart.

The surroundings fell into silence; even the instruments ceased playing. Everyone was still reeling from the recent battle.

After a long while, the High Priest couldn’t help but comment, "Elder, you’re truly remarkable, having a Goddess as a wife."

Were it not for his own partner’s early departure, he would probably be unable to resist asking Qi Yuan about gaining a Goddess for a wife.

Jiang Ya remained silent, her voice full of worry when she eventually spoke, "Elder, you need to be cautious. The Mo Luo clan has more than one Yin God, and there are two who can tread the two steps to heaven."

Her worries were not baseless.

The companion of the Blood Sword God was merely one Yin God.

There was a saying, two fists would always end up weaker against four hands. Even though one of the Yin Gods of the Mo Luo clan was killed, there were still four left, all formidable.

"I have a plan that can help Elder get out of this encirclement," the High Priest spoke sincerely, "All Elder needs to do is find a few more Goddess partners. When facing enemies, just summon them all and the Mo Luo clan will be of no concern."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan found it insightful.

"It’s okay."

Though he was now leaning on others’ help, it did not mean it would always be this way.

Soon, he will take full control of the Wangyue Continent.

When that time comes, he will be the true ruler of the Wangyue Continent.

"After resting for an hour, we will continue our purge of Mo Luo!" Qi Yuan looked at Lord Mo Hui’s corpse, and at the five elite, long shattered by the after-effects.

His eyes flashed a strange look.

Earlier, when Ningtuo killed Lord Mo Hui, he noticed a slight anomaly with his game jade token.

While others were cleaning the battlefield, Qi Yuan alone moved to a secluded spot.

He sunk his conscience into the jade token.

"A new game icon appeared!"

He was somewhat exhilarated.

But soon after, his excitement diminished.

"It only downloaded less than a quarter?"

Good news: the game icon arrived, bad news: it had only downloaded less than a quarter.

Qi Yuan pondered, putting his bright mind to work: "Could it be... either I or Ningtuo needs to kill a Yin God to facilitate the game download?"

He stared blankly at the game icon.

At that time, several men’s voices reached his ears.

"God, it’s not that we refuse to offer you tributes. It’s just our Qing Shui village is impoverished!"

"Yesterday, our village chief Yu Lei took us to steal water from the neighboring village. But he got a bite taken out of his divine baby. Alas, when will these perilous days end?"

"What era is this? We should be worshipping the new gods!"

"Bullshit new gods, those are man-eating gods!"

"A god that eats people can at least offer protection. But the ancient god you worship... It’s long... declined. Did it respond to your devout prayers every day?"

"Boohoo, surely it’s because we didn’t provide enough tributes, and our god starved to death."

"Shen Tu, listen to your brother’s advice, switch to a new god like our village!"

Qi Yuan listened to these incomprehensible dialogues.

"So that’s the backdrop to the new game?"

Ancient gods and new man-eating gods.

But... what’s with this divine baby village chief?

Divine baby cultivators have ranks, can they become village chiefs?

Just what kind of circumstances led this village chief to resort to stealing water?

Qi Yuan was left with more questions than answers.

Listening to their conversation, he suddenly said, "I am the Origin Celestial Lord, those who believe in me shall remain immortal!"

In some remote village in a distant world.

The sleeping Shen Tu’s eyes flew open. He looked at the dilapidated god statue in his temple, a puzzled look in his eyes.

"Isn’t it the god of dogtail grass? How did it become the Origin Celestial Lord?" He was perplexed.

Was the god starving and losing his mind?

...

Snow fluttered, the capital of the Moon Empire was draped in a white blanket.

The Guqichun tree branches and trunk were laden with snow.

A small girl of six or seven, clad in a goose-white fox fur coat, sat on a bluestone, cultivating with her eyes shut.