God Emperor Chapter 2597: I Have Long Become a God

Chapter 2597: I Have Long Become a God
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The cultivators of the Fane of Death were all at a loss, wondering what was going on.
‘How could Wuma Jiuxing be a god? How could it be possible that he trampled Yuan Qianmo to death? It is just an illusion. It must be an illusion. But who created this illusion?’
They could not accept the reality before their eyes. ‘Yuan Qianmo is ranked first in the Tome of the Divines and could become a god with just a thought. How could such a talented guy die?’
Zhang Ruochen had many grudges with Yuan Qianmo, but when he saw that he was trampled to death like a mortal by Wuma Jiuxing and kicked into the Lake of the Divine Blood, he could not feel any joy. Instead, he felt sad.
‘Even Yuan Qianmo, who has great fortune and a powerful background, could die before becoming a god. Who would dare to say that he would become a god? No matter how talented people are, they are as insignificant as ants in the eyes of the gods. They could be killed with a snap of their fingers. They are like insignificant specks of dust.’
Zhang Ruochen finally understood why the Celestial Court and the Infernal Court strictly forbade the gods from meddling in the secular world. If they meddled too deeply, the impact would be bad enough. They might even be judged and killed.
Once a god joined the secular world, even a top master like Yuan Qianmo could be killed in an instant. No one could be spared.
By then, the Saint-level cultivators of the Celestial Court and the Infernal Court would probably be killed by the gods. No cultivator could become a god anymore. Eventually, they would decline.
BOOM!
The divine power burst out from Wuma Jiuxing’s body and the precept marks tore apart the array camel and the defensive array that Duan Lingfeng had set up.
At the top of the altar, all the cultivators were pressed down by the power of the gods, unable to move.
Countless precept marks wrapped around their bodies like chains.
If they met a false god, they might still have a chance if they joined forces. But Wuma Jiuxing was a true God and an elite amongst true gods. He was many times more powerful than a false god.
They did not even have a chance to escape in such a small area.
The cultivators of the Fane of Death finally came to their senses and saw the reality. Their faces were ashen. They were sad and desperate and could only laugh bitterly.
Cultivators of the Supreme level could at least resist Wuma Jiuxing’s divine power and remain standing.
But cultivators of Demi-Saint were pressed to the ground.
Huan Zhen looked extremely painful, his body twitching as he struggled.
Everyone thought he could not withstand the divine power, so they did not think too much about it.
After a moment, Huan Zhen calmed down, his eyes cold and sharp, and he thought to himself, ‘I didn’t expect the trip to the Fane of Origin to be so dangerous. Fortunately, I left the Soul Seed of Death in Huan Zhen’s beforehand and saved his life.’
Yuan Qianmo was ranked first in the Tome of the Divines and was known as the cultivator who had the best chance to attain godhood. Naturally, his cultivation was not that simple. In fact, he had already cultivated his divine spirit.
The so-called “Soul Seed of Death was a secret technique of the Fane of Death. It used the divine spirit to condense a soul seed and plant it in a host’s body.
Yuan Qianmo planted the Soul Seed Death in Huan Zhen’s body. His original intention was to wait for Huan Zhen’s cultivation to improve, and then refine him into his own shadow and substitute.
Now, he could only use the Soul Seed of Death to possess Huan Zhen in advance.
Huan Zhen looked at Wuma Jiuxing in the distance. However, the divine light that burst out from his body almost blinded him. His desire for revenge could not help but dim.
He was only a Demi-Saint now. Even if he possessed Huan Zhen, he would still die here today.
Bai Qing’er at first wanted to pretend to be subservient to Wuma Jiuxing and pleased him so that she could find a chance to escape.
Unfortunately, Wuma Jiuxing was not the kind of person who could be easily fooled; he demanded to have half of her Saint Soul. Once he controlled her Saint Soul, she would probably become a slave-like existence in the future, let alone wanting to be a king in the divinity.
Just as she was about to fight to the death, Wuma Jiuxing suddenly looked at Xue Lingxian.
In the space at the top of the altar, precepts of heaven and earth gathered around Xue Lingxian. At the same time, rays of divine light surged out of his body.
“You also want to become a god?”
Wuma Jiuxing’s figure became blurry and turned into a long streak of afterimages. He rushed to Xue Lingxian and slashed him with his hand.
Bai Qing’er knew that her only chance to escape was right in front of her eyes.
Light of Origin surged out of her body and broke through the suppression of Wuma Jiuxing’s precept marks. She turned into a white shadow and rushed toward a megalithic building.
She knew very well that no matter how quick she could run, she would never outrun gods.
Her only chance was to escape into a megalithic building and recover from her injuries as fast as possible while waiting to make a breakthrough to become a god.
Bai Qing’er flew past the Fane of Death, Granny Begonia, and the others, and then jumped into the dark round window.
“Oh no, the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers has abducted the master!” Master Ye You exclaimed.
Granny Begonia looked sideways and found that Zhang Ruochen had disappeared.
BOOM!
Granny Begonia spat out a mouthful of blood and directed it to condense into a spiritual-power blood domain under her feet. She then broke the precept marks that Wuma Jiuxing used to subdue her.
She had just soared into the air and was about to jump right into the window.
CREAK! CREAK!
The sound of rocks rubbing against each other was heard.
The divine marks and weird patterns on the edge of the round window rotated from left to right. Giant rocks filled the window from the inside out, sealing it.
The megalithic building was sealed, without a single opening.
“Damn the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers. I can’t believe that she has triggered the divine marks and sealed the window. Otherwise, we could have hidden inside, too.” Master Ye You gnashed his teeth in fury.
Wuma Jiuxing slashed down with his hand, and the divine light that enveloped Xue Lingxian was split apart.
It seemed that Xue Lingxian was about to end up dead like Yuan Qianmo.
“Yelp!”
A sword light as fast as lightning slashed out from above Xue Lingxian’s head and struck Wuma Jiuxing’s chest.
Wuma Jiuxing’s chest turned into a shield of light. He was sent flying backward and landed on the bank of the Lake of the Divine Blood.
The sudden turn of events made Wuma Jiuxing’s eyes full of shock and doubt. The Saint-level cultivators at the top of the altar were even more confused, wondering how Wuma Jiuxing, who was of divinity, could be pushed back by the strike of a sword.
The space next to Xue Lingxian shook slightly.
A young and handsome figure walked out of the space. He held a broad black longsword in his hand, then put it on his shoulder and stared at Wuma Jiuxing with his chin held high in contempt. “I, Zhang Ruochen, will fight you.”
Wuma Jiuxing’s eyes shone with divine light. He stared at the man who looked exactly like Zhang Ruochen. Except for his strange actions and tone, he could not see any flaws.
“Are You Zhang Ruochen?” He asked.
The young man who looked exactly like Zhang Ruochen said proudly, “I am the real Zhang Ruochen.”
Wuma Jiuxing shook his head and said, “That’s impossible. Zhang Ruochen can’t have achieved divinity. Who are you?”
Wuma Jiuxing was on guard. He could not see through his transformation skill, which meant that he was definitely a powerful divinity master.
The young man said, “Since you could attain divinity, why can’t I? To tell you the truth, I am the successor of Saint Monk Xumi and have practiced in the River of Time and attained divinity before entering the Infernal Court. The
Zhang Ruochen you have been seeing is just my clone. I sent my clone into the
Infernal Court to save my son and daughter. That’s all! Haha!”
The young man put one hand on his waist and laughed into the sky in a bossy way. “Saint Monk Xumi, you know him, right? How can a new god like you understand his way? The Path of Time is unpredictable. One moment can be a hundred years, and a hundred years can also be a moment.”
Wuma Jiuxing did not know Zhang Ruochen very well. He was skeptical when he heard what he said.
Master Ye You’s eyes were full of shock. He could not help but curse, and fear overwhelmed him.
“So Zhang Ruochen’s real body is a god. No wonder he isn’t afraid of me. If I really had evil thoughts along the way, wouldn’t I have become a Sainthood Source?”
“You should have told us earlier that you were a god. I would have sincerely acknowledged you as my master and even as my foster father.”
“Saint Monk Xumi is indeed badass, a first-class supreme being. Even though he is dead, he is still so powerful, quietly raising his successor to divinity.”
Countless thoughts flashed through Master Ye You’s mind. He knelt down and bowed to Zhang Ruochen in the distance with tears in his eyes. It was as if he knew that Zhang Ruochen had his true body, he kowtowed and roared, “Master, I’ve finally seen your real body.”
What he said confused all the other cultivators, who didn’t believe that Zhang Ruochen had the real body.
‘Had Zhang Ruochen really become a god long ago? Master Ye You obviously knew about this long ago. The tears in his eyes and the sincere look on his face don’t seem to be fake.’
The cultivators of the Fane of Death, especially Yuan Benji, were so scared that their legs were shivering. They thought to themselves, ‘I’m going to die today.’ No way they could survive if they were enemies of a god.
Only Granny Begonia had guessed the true identity of this Zhang Ruochen; he must be Empress Chi Yao. But she just wondered how Zhang Ruochen’s Ancient Abyssal Blade was in her hands.
It should not be difficult for a god to steal a weapon from a Saint-level cultivator.
Guye Jing stared at Zhang Ruochen. Her gaze fell on the sword in his hand and realized that it was indeed Zhang Ruochen’s Ancient Abyssal Blade. Even she started to believe him.
She endured her injuries and stood up, then rushed up to Zhang Ruochen and threw herself into his arms, her voice beautiful and gentle. “Ruochen, save me.”
“Go away. Stay away from me.”
Zhang Ruochen was ruthless and brutal. He did not show any mercy to women. He slapped Guye Jing and sent her flying, then pointed at her and scolded her harshly, “Despicable! Do you think I will be seduced by your beauty? I will say this today; to me, any woman is like pus and blood which I can kill with a wave of my hand.”
Guye Jing’s beautiful face had a red slap mark, and blood flowed from her mouth. She stared at Zhang Ruochen with extreme hatred.
Then, she turned into a streak of light, rushed down the Altar of Megalithic, and left the place in shame and anger.
Zhang Ruochen shouted in the direction she had left, “Stay away from me next time. Otherwise, I will slap you every time I see you. Go tell Rakshasa Princess to perish the thought as I will never marry her. Tell her to give up. I’m the man she’ll never have..”