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97: Chapter 97 Stealing the Sky and Changing the Sun! The God King Steps onto Mount BuzhouKunlun Mountains, the outskirts of Buzhou Mountain.

The wind cut like a knife against the face, and the minus thirty-degree temperature could instantly freeze snot into icicles.

But Li Guodong didn’t feel cold at all.

This old professor, over sixty years old, was currently lying behind a rock sheltered from the wind. His glasses, thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, were covered in fog, but he didn’t dare wipe them for fear of missing the scene before him.

”Teacher, has Buzhou Mountain really merged into reality?” The student beside him spoke with a trembling voice, half from the cold and half from excitement.

He saw the sea of clouds ahead rolling frantically. A giant mountain, half-broken yet still so majestic it made one want to kneel in worship, was ”squeezing” out of the Void Realm bit by bit.

If Buzhou Mountain were just a phantom, everyone would at most treat it like watching a 3D movie.

But now, this thing was becoming real.

That sense of weight, that feeling of oppression, even the sound of every piece of rubble falling from the mountain and hitting the ground, was telling everyone—it was real.

”No mistake! No mistake at all!” Li Guodong was flushed with excitement. He never expected that one day he would truly witness such a miracle with his own eyes.

He pointed at the broken mountain piercing the clouds in the distance. ”Look at those patterns, look at that Aura! This is the Buzhou Mountain that supports the backbone of our Huaxia! Mythology has truly revived!”

As the chief expert of the Geological Exploration Bureau, Li Guodong had guarded this no-man’s land for thirty years. He had dug up dinosaur fossils and measured crustal movements; materialism was etched into his bones.

But the moment the fractured divine mountain emerged from the Void Realm and truly turned into earth and stone, his materialism had long been fed to the dogs.

This was Buzhou Mountain!

Since Buzhou Mountain had appeared, would immortals walk out of it next, just like the Western miracles? Empress Nuwa? Great God Fuxi? Or that simpleton Gonggong who only knew how to crash into mountains?

No matter which immortal it was, it meant mythology was shining into reality, and the significance was self-evident.

It wasn’t in vain that he had been guarding this place ever since the phantom of Buzhou Mountain appeared in the world.

”Captain Wang! Quick! Have the soldiers line up!” Li Guodong turned and shouted at the special forces captain following and protecting him. ”Put the guns away! Don’t offend them! We must put on a welcoming posture!”

Wang Lei was a tough guy with determined eyes and a scar on his face brought back from the battlefield.

Hearing Li Guodong’s words, he thought for a moment and also felt that if immortals really walked out, then as the first Dragon Summer people to meet them, they should show them respect as hosts.

However, as a soldier, out of caution, he still asked the vice-captain whether to report the materialization of Buzhou Mountain.

After receiving an affirmative answer from the vice-captain, he waved his hand.

”Everyone! Muzzles down! Straighten your uniforms!”

Wang Lei gave the order.

The thirty fully armed special forces members around him snapped to attention, their eyes fixed on the towering divine mountain.

The rocks on the mountain became clearer and clearer, and even the ancient moss on them could be seen.

The clouds and mist began to disperse.

A golden light shot out from the broken mountain peak, and within the light, a massive gate slowly opened.

”They’re coming!” Li Guodong said excitedly.

The crack in the door grew wider and wider.

A vast, noble, and oppressive Aura gushed out from inside the gate.

Before this Aura, Li Guodong felt like an ant in a gale, tiny as dust.

This must be a great god! Definitely a top-tier great god!

”Welcome...” Li Guodong opened his mouth, but before the word ”welcome” could escape, it was as if an invisible hand had seized his throat, trapping it there.

Because he saw a foot.

A foot stepping out of the holy gate.

This foot was large, its skin sickly pale, with muscle lines as perfect as a sculpture.

But the problem wasn’t the foot.

The problem lay in the shoe on that foot.

It was a pair of leather sandals with intricate golden straps and exposed toes.

Li Guodong had seen this kind of shoe in museums and history books.

They were ancient Greek-style combat boots!

Li Guodong’s brain stalled.

This is fucking Buzhou Mountain! It’s the origin of Huaxia mythology! Whose ancestor wears this kind of foreign crap when going out?

Before he could figure it out, the second foot stepped out.

Then came the calves, knees, waist...

Until the figure stood completely above the snow line of Kunlun Mountains.

It was a man.

He had curly white hair and an impeccably groomed beard. He wore a dazzlingly ornate white robe, draped over with purple-gold lightning armor. In his hand, he held a scepter flashing with thunder, and the gem at the top of the scepter seemed to have a storm sealed within it.

He stood there as if he were the center of the world.

But he didn’t look like a person from Huaxia at all.

With a high nose and deep-set eyes, his features were sharp and chiseled—a typical Western white face.

Deathly silence.

On Kunlun Mountains, besides the whistling wind, only the heavy breathing of the people remained.

The man looked down, scanning the crowd below with an indifferent gaze, as if looking at insects.

”This is the Axis Mundi of the East?”

He spoke some ancient language, but it was automatically translated into Chinese in everyone’s minds.

”A bit shabby.”

Behind the man, several more figures walked out.

A burly man clad in heavy armor, holding a spear and shield, exuded the scent of blood.

A woman in gauze clothing with an owl perched on her shoulder had a cold and wise gaze.

A thin man with winged shoes and a caduceus was curiously observing the surrounding snowy mountains.

Olympus, the Twelve Main Gods.

Li Guodong slumped onto the snow. That sense of despair left him cold all over, colder than the ten-thousand-year-old snow.

This wasn’t Nuwa.

This was Zeus.

This was... a backdoor raid!

”Why...” Li Guodong’s lips trembled, his voice sounding as if he were about to cry. ”This is our mountain... This is Buzhou Mountain! Why are you coming out from here?!”

It was like joyfully opening your own front door to welcome long-lost relatives, only to find a group of fully armed robbers sitting in your living room drinking tea.

This sense of absurdity and humiliation was more painful than being killed outright.

On the mountain peak, Hermes, holding the caduceus, seemed to hear the old man’s questioning. He gave a light chuckle, his voice drifting down airily.

”Foolish Mortal.”

”The concepts of mythology are interconnected.”

”Whether it’s your Buzhou Mountain, our Olympus, or even the World Tree of Northern Europe... in the definition of mysticism, they are all ’axes’ connecting heaven and earth.”

”Since they are axes, they are universal.”

”This Great Wall of yours is indeed troublesome, sealing the national borders airtight. Since the front door is impassable, we’ll borrow a path and use the back door. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

Boom!

These few sentences struck everyone’s heads like thunder.

So this was their plan!

The so-called arena, the so-called duels, even the sacrifice of the God of Death—it was all for this moment!

They never intended to win on the stage.

What they wanted was to plunge a knife directly into the heart of Dragon Summer!

”Enemy attack!!!”

Wang Lei finally reacted. He let out a heart-wrenching roar, his eyes instantly bloodshot. ”Fire! Kill these bastards!!”

However.

There was no sound of gunfire.

Not even the sound of a bolt being pulled.

The moment Zeus’s gaze truly fell upon them, the so-called special forces elites and their so-called iron will melted instantly, like ice cream exposed to the scorching sun.

It wasn’t a physical attack.

It was a crushing blow from a higher dimension.

”Mortals must not look directly at gods.”

Zeus merely gave a soft snort.

Thud. Thud.

The thirty special forces members, including Captain Wang Lei, collapsed onto the snow like their bones had been removed. Blood gushed from the corners of their eyes, nostrils, and ears, staining the white snow red.

They weren’t dead, but they were broken.

Before such absolute Divine Might, the gunpowder weapons humans took pride in were worse than fire sticks.

The only one left conscious on the scene was Li Guodong.

Perhaps it was because he was a pure scholar and his Mental Energy was slightly stronger, or perhaps the gods thought it was fine to leave a spectator.

Li Guodong slumped on the ground, watching the young soldiers lying in pools of blood and the group of Western gods standing triumphantly on his own sacred mountain.

At this moment, there was no fear in his heart.

Only a fire.

A rage that threatened to burn his very internal organs to ash.

”To hell with your gods!”

This old professor, who had been gentle and refined all his life, grabbed a stone from the snow and threw it with all his might toward the high-and-mighty God King.

As a result, the stone flew less than ten meters before falling weakly.

It was still several kilometers away from the God King.

It was tragic, laughable, and heroic.

Zeus didn’t even glance at the stone. He slowly raised his scepter and tapped it lightly toward the sky.

”Since we’re in.”

”Then let this game officially begin.”

Rumble—!

A pillar of purple-gold lightning centered on Kunlun Mountains instantly swept across most of western Dragon Summer.

Meanwhile, in the command hall far away, the System panel in Su Yun’s mind flashed red frantically.

[Warning! Talent ”Territory is Domain” is under internal invasion!]

[Authority over the core territory ”Kunlun” is being tampered with...]

[High-dimensional divinity suppression detected! Conceptual invasion detected!]

[The opponent is attempting to seize the right to interpret the ”Heavenly Dao”...]