Chapter 177: Contesting the God with the Emperor

Novel: By Three Hundred Jin's Smile

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Lingtian Palace.

It was located upon the celestial wall, adorned with stars across the sky. Occasionally, cloud-and-mist deities would fly past, enveloped in wisps of immortal radiance.

Inside the grand hall, the Phoenix Daojun, seated on the imperial throne, gazed at the being below and muttered to himself, "Another one... a familiar yet instinctively repugnant aura."

"Greetings, Daojun. I am Tiantu."

Upon arriving here, Bell was given a new name: Tiantu, the War God Tiantu!

Tiantu was a colossal figure, his massive body rippling with solid muscles. Standing in the center of the grand hall, he spoke with a booming voice, "I am a mass of flesh and blood that has existed since the creation of heaven and earth. By chance, I gained sentience, and I have come specifically to pay my respects to the Daojun."

The Daojun fell silent for a moment, then calmly said, "State your talent."

Tiantu stepped forward with a grand posture, then knelt abruptly, proclaiming proudly, "Daojun! My talent is immense immortality and powerful combat ability. I can be called the Undying War God! Furthermore, my flesh, blood, and body can heal any injury."

"A good talent."

The Phoenix Daojun smiled, clapping his hands together once more, and fell into a slight contemplation.

After a long pause, the ancient being on the imperial throne slowly spoke, "I command you to serve the Moon Goddess Ruyun."

The Moon Goddess?

Hearing this, Bell's heart involuntarily swelled with joy.

The Moon Goddess was one of the most powerful Primordial Ancient Gods. This world only had thirteen such gods, and all other ancient god clans were descendants born from these thirteen Primordial Ancient Gods.

Each of the thirteen ancient gods had their own duties.

The Wind God led his descendants, stirring the winds of heaven and earth to form air currents.

The nine suns took turns each day, revolving around the sky, bringing benefit and nourishment to all creation.

The Violet and Azure Cloud Deities were responsible for governing all the clouds in the world, bringing rain and thunder, and listening to the prayers of mortals.

The Moon Goddess, unlike the suns, did not fly across the sky. Instead, she was embedded along with the myriad stars in the background mural of the sky, dwelling as part of the celestial backdrop within a circular, pale golden lunar palace, radiating a soft yet bright glow.

Mortals on the ground would look up.

They would see a full moon, faintly discerning magnificent palaces, rivers, towers, and courtyards within it.

Her duty of arranging the stars was, in itself, a leisurely task. The Moon Goddess possessed a cold and aloof nature, content with her lot and having few subordinates. She voluntarily took charge of all the Celestial Court's meals, as she particularly enjoyed preparing delicacies.

Bell's heart grew heavy with contemplation as he secretly assessed the situation: "The Moon Goddess is one of the thirteen most ancient Primordial Gods. She has few subordinates, so I could immediately become her confidant! Her nature is gentle and easily controlled. I could even find a way to marry her. After all, with countless people backing me, conquering a naive goddess who knows nothing of the world would be effortless."

"By marrying her, I could bring her into my faction and then use her name to conquer territory. In this era, just as heaven and earth were created, I could contend for power, fighting on the front lines as a powerful warrior while also strategizing from behind! After all, a research institute stands behind me!"

As he continuously planned in his mind, a phrase emerged: "A dream start!"

In the words of modern internet users: "Marry the beautiful CEO and reach the pinnacle of life."

"Thank you, Daojun."

Tiantu rejoiced and quickly lowered his head.

A flash.

A vibrant red spark was branded onto Bell's forehead.

The Daojun said, "Since your body possesses such characteristics, you shall, along with the Moon Goddess, jointly manage the diet of the celestial gods. You shall be 'Spirit Food'!"

Spirit Food?

Tiantu didn't immediately grasp the meaning.

Suddenly, the Phoenix Daojun's voice resounded throughout the entire Celestial Realm:

"Chushou, come here!"

Moments later, an ancient god-creature, now in human form and holding a large axe, respectfully came and knelt in Lingtian Palace.

The Daojun's voice came: "You regularly prepare ingredients for the Moon Goddess. Take this god to the Moon Palace. His entire body is a spiritual herb, serving as a primordial spiritual medicine for our Celestial Court, nourishing the various ancient gods and increasing their cultivation after meals."

Tiantu was stunned. He suddenly understood the meaning and immediately erupted in fury, growling, "This should not be my divine post!"

On the imperial throne, the Daojun's eyelids suddenly lowered, and his voice was light, "Then what divine post do you believe you are qualified for?"

"You dare to underestimate me!"

Tiantu, in a fit of rage, abruptly severed his own arms.

Whoosh!

Clumps of granulation tissue slowly wriggled, and arms grew one by one from the severed stumps.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into the combat form of an eight-armed giant spirit god. His eight arms brandished, his body surging with power, and his eyes glared furiously.

"Although I love food and prefer to eat things after removing their heads, I myself am not food! My ability is immortality, and I excel in combat and slaughter. I can have eight arms, or a hundred! I can contend against a thousand jun of force, and I should be the first God of War since the creation of heaven and earth, the strongest in battle, to fight for the Celestial Realm!"

Bell took another step forward.

He swung his eight arms, forming fists, wielding them with fierce power and impactful blows.

"My entire body is medicine! Not only can I heal myself and be immortal, but I can also heal my subordinate soldiers. If I am to be Tiantu, the God of War, in the years to come, I shall command the Celestial Realm's soldiers, transforming them into a decisive and undying celestial army!"

His voice was bold and brimming with boundless confidence.

"Oh?"

The Phoenix Daojun pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Since you are immortal, what use is your head? You chatter incessantly. Even without a head, you can still perform your divine duties in the Moon Palace."

Bell's entire body suddenly bristled with alarm.

A flash!

A calm yet cold light flashed, and the head fell.

A short while later, in the Moon Palace, the gentle and kind Moon Goddess sat in a stone pavilion, looking at the delivered corpse, and couldn't help but shake her head.

"Tiantu? God of War? You... how dare you argue with the Daojun over a divine post?"

Record:

The mortal realm.

The moon and sun hung in the sky.

According to ancient legends: In the primordial antiquity, when heaven and earth first began, the sun and moon shone simultaneously.

The world was quiet, the trees verdant. A vast mountain peak, moved there by the Giant Spirit God, now held a head imprisoned in its dungeon.

This head was suppressed beneath the mountain, and as days turned into months, flowers and grasses grew all over its crown. It even extended its tongue to lick up and eat passing ants.

"I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, then lower it to ponder my body."

Through a palm-sized barred window, he tilted his head to look at the moon in the sky.

On the moon's hazy, magnificent palace, a laurel tree was faintly visible.

That laurel tree was indeed peculiar.

Without its master's conscious control, it had begun to grow freely, as if its genes had collapsed. Granulation tissue constantly wriggled across its trunk, resembling a fleshy coral. Tufts of branches forked outwards, some appearing like countless delicate, smooth, and warm white jade arms.

Upon closer inspection, a burly man wielding a giant axe could be seen on the moon, periodically chopping at the laurel tree, cutting off the growing granulation tissue and branches.

"What a sight, Wu Gang chopping the laurel..."

He sighed with emotion, realizing he had become part of an ancient myth, but...

...he had become that very laurel tree that could never be fully chopped down!?

"This is a terrible stumble! That wretched Yamada and that pure-acting little girl have ruined me! They are full of malice. I still arrived too late; one is the God of Thunder, the other the Earth Mother. They must have used their established advantage to badmouth me to the Daojun. As a result, I've been framed to this extent!"

He murmured, his voice growing fainter and fainter as he spoke.

This person, already over two hundred years old, could no longer control his flowing tears. He cried like a three-hundred-jin child, "Wuwuwu, this is truly karma! In my current state, I could be eaten simply by removing my head. The protein content is still eight times that of beef..."

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