Chapter 714: Unable to Contain the Calamity
Chapter 714: Unable to Contain the Calamity
The Ancient Deity manifested, the new deity emerged from the pond, supporting deities gathered, and in an instant, the Old Yin Mountain was filled with divine radiance.
"For a hundred and seventy years, there have been no deities in the world, but today, we witness the power of incense and faith!"
Everyone on Old Yin Mountain, regardless of their status or abilities, felt an unprecedented shock from the overwhelming incense and faith.
Especially the madman from the Robber Disaster Sect, who seemed to have regained his sanity from the shock.
He climbed to his feet, his gaze struggling to move away from the divine light that enveloped the mountain, slowly retracting.
Behind him, on the mountain cliff, as the swarm of pythons waited for an opportunity to strike, launching their most ferocious attack, another eagle returned, and the battle between the two eagles and the pythons changed the situation once more, temporarily ensuring the safety of the nest of baby eagles.
Before the fight between the eagles and snakes concluded, the crisis seemed to have been averted.
This also caused the madman from the Robber Disaster Sect to reveal a look of disappointment, shaking his head slowly, "Summoning calamity is interesting because people hide, panic, speak recklessly, and walk aimlessly, making it amusing to watch."
"But the Hu Clan is ruthless..."
"Borrowing the incense faith of the world to nurture a cat into a tiger to ward off calamity) is no longer amusing."
Shaking his head in regret, he slowly lifted his gaze towards Hu Ma, "As for now, I don't care who wins or loses, but what's more interesting is..."
"...How dare the Hu Clan do such a thing?"
"... "
Hu Ma, having just emerged from the overwhelming shock, noticed the madman's gaze.
Each step of the mountain sacrifice was according to his plan, but when he witnessed the gathering of incense faith and the changes it brought, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe.
He had witnessed the birth of a deity in this world...
The pond where they slept held the remains of the ancestors from the Great Sheep Village. They were a mix of good and bad, but all followed the rules. Those who didn't were not allowed to be buried in the pond.
Even so, not all were good people, but because they were buried in the pond, as time passed, individual memories faded, and their souls, once distinct, merged, becoming a unique existence that blessed their descendants through the worship of later generations.
What is a deity? The traces left by ancestors are deities! In this moment, he seemed to have an infinite understanding of the essence of this world.
So, when he heard the words of the madman from the Robber Disaster Sect, he slowly turned his head and said calmly, "So what if the Hu Clan did this?"
The madman stared fixedly at Hu Ma, speaking slowly, "Doing this is equivalent to betraying the Ten Surnames."
"The Hu Clan is one of the Ten Surnames, and they have just betrayed themselves."
"... "
In the distance, the grand mountain sacrifice continued, and amidst the rolling incense faith, the Mountain Lord's figure appeared. He watched the phantoms emerging from the pond, and for a moment, he couldn't control himself.
Even though he was just a remnant soul, prepared for oblivion, he had welcomed these new lives, causing the human emotions he carried to surge to the extreme.
Then, he thought of the young man who had promised a national sacrifice, and his identity, and couldn't help but sigh.
He nodded slightly to the Second Master at the incense table and then looked towards the mountain.
Following his action, the newly born deities, the supporting deities transformed from demonic beings, all sensed it and slowly raised their heads.
The malevolent wind in the mountains ceased, and the disaster aura vanished from Old Yin Mountain in an instant.
The Second Master, as the main officiant at the incense table, took a deep breath, feeling a surge of heroism. He suddenly understood his role, raised the whip high, and struck the scarecrow several solid blows.
But the willow branch in his hand was almost worn out.
The Second Master lifted his head and looked at Hu Ma's wet nurse, now sensing the changes in Willow Mother, he dared not act rashly.
Hu Ma's wet nurse was still trying to understand the situation when she met the Second Master's gaze. She wanted to ignore him, but suddenly realized that many others were also looking at her, their gazes solemn and profound.
She couldn't help but tremble again, and the willow branch on her body quietly drooped.
Making it convenient for the old man to pull it.
The Second Master never believed that the dead should control the living, and now, with his newfound reverence for the deities, he naturally thought that the deities wouldn't do everything for people, but they would give them courage.
One had to live by their own efforts!
So, he unceremoniously pulled down the willow branch that Willow Mother had let droop and braided it into the largest whip.
Then, he struck the scarecrow with all his might, "No matter what kind of monster you are, you can't enter our mountain or come near our children!"
"Crack!"
As the whip fell, in the distant mountains, the Twelve Tribes of Disaster simultaneously let out angry and pitiful cries.
These newly born lambs and snakes, perhaps because the Second Master now had courage, struck harder, causing not only their bodies to shiver but also leaving visible whip marks on their bodies.
And so, they were finally thoroughly enraged, their pale eyes glaring at the direction of Old Yin Mountain. Thunderclaps rumbled in the sky, and black footprints appeared beneath the feet of the disaster deliverers.
After a hundred and seventy years, the deities and disasters faced off once again in a direct confrontation.
...
...
"Messenger Deity reports: Something terrible is happening! A pond deity has risen in Old Yin Mountain, blocking the path of the disaster deliverers!"
"Report: Ghost Walkers in various places are acting strangely, gathering the common folk for mass sacrifices!"
"Report! Countless Blessing Assemblies are taking place across the realm, startling the roaming deities' incense!"
"..."
One by one, the messenger deities flew into the Meng Clan's ancestral home, trembling, and shouted towards the main hall.
Even the messenger deities felt a sense of fear, and they had come to report it personally. The Meng Clan's chancellor should have greeted them with incense.
But now, the Meng Clan's hall was deathly silent. Even the maids and servants had been driven out and were kneeling in a heap outside, completely unaware of their fate.
Meanwhile, Meng Siliang, the Meng Clan's eldest son, was sitting in a chair. A nail was embedded in his forehead, and his face was deathly pale. His eyes seemed to have a layer of blood floating in them, giving them a demonic appearance.
When disaster struck, the Meng Clan's blood relatives could not escape.
At this moment, drastic measures were necessary to temporarily lessen the impact of the malevolent entities. Of course, it could only be delayed, not eliminated.
It would allow him to maintain a clear mind and rationality during critical moments, preventing the disaster from clouding his senses and driving him insane.
This Meng Clan eldest son, at the moment of the malevolent entities' backlash, had resolutely hammered the nail into his forehead. Even the Four Great Hall Officials would have admired his courage in normal times, but now, seeing the nail, they remained silent.
This time, they had failed!
The Hu Clan had yet to suffer, but the Meng Clan's young and old had all been dragged into this mess, a truly foolish move.
The messenger deities kept reporting, but the Meng Clan's hall remained silent. Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore—the Soulless Inquiry Hall Official, dressed in a blood-red robe and with a plump figure, shouted, "How dare those endless things show their faces again?"
The Incense Distribution Hall Official beside him seemed annoyed, frowning and sighing softly, "Nobleman Zhang has fallen, and with no one to suppress them, it's not surprising that they've emerged."
"It's just that it happened so quickly."
"..."
"It was the decision of the Ten Surnames to suppress them back then, and it was their mercy that allowed a few of them to survive and imprison themselves in the mountains."
The Inquiry Hall Official shouted, "But now they dare to block the disaster and demand incense! It's a taboo that even Nobleman Zhang, who is no longer here, and the other surnames should be able to suppress them!"
"They can be suppressed."
A woman wrapped in white silk spoke calmly, "But no one's methods can compare to Nobleman Zhang's. To suppress these remnants, we'll need the cooperation of the other surnames."
As she spoke, she glanced coldly at Meng Siliang, "But the chancellors of the Zhao, Zhou, Chen, and Wang clans came and left. Do you think they'll cooperate to suppress these things now?"
For a moment, the hall became even quieter than before. It was not appropriate to discuss such matters in front of the master of the house.
But just as the awkward silence lingered, Meng Siliang, with a nail embedded in his forehead, slowly smiled and said, "It's my fault!"
"Hmm?"
The four people present were all startled, thinking they had misheard.
Meng Siliang lightly touched the nail in his forehead and said softly, "Since things have come to this, there's no need to salvage any face."
"It was my mistake, Meng Siliang's miscalculation, that fell into the Hu Clan's scheme. The Meng Clan has suffered a loss, and the consequences are likely irreversible. Now, the realm, and even my uncles, will probably consider me, Meng Siliang, a joke."
"But... so what if I'm a joke? Will the Meng Clan be erased because of this?"
"..."
"Of course, the Meng Clan won't fall..."
Hearing his words, the Four Great Hall Officials also fell silent. The Meng Clan had suffered a significant loss, perhaps even facing the risk of extinction.
But the Meng Clan would not fall, after all, the Meng Clan's ancestor was still alive!
If it were any other clan, the Four Great Hall Officials might have already turned and left, and the various powers would have dispersed, no longer following orders. But not in the Meng Clan.
No matter the circumstances, as long as the Meng Clan's ancestor could still open his eyes, the Meng Clan would not fall, and they would not dare to betray.
But now that things had come to this...
At this moment, the woman in the white robe spoke softly, "Let's take back the disaster!"
"Swallow the loss, and deal with the rest in time."
"..."
"It's too late."
Only the Great Executioner dared to speak to the Meng Clan's eldest son like this, but upon hearing this, Meng Siliang just smiled. Blood oozed from the spot on his forehead where the nail was embedded, and like a worm, it trickled down his face. "I summoned eleven disasters, but twelve appeared."
"The disaster... so it can't be taken back."
(End of Chapter)
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