Chapter 246: True God Slaying Spear: Kixaupnus

[Darkness Origin is borrowing an Artifact]The message lingered in Yu Xuan’s vision for only a moment before fading into silence.

At first, nothing happened.

The space remained still — then, a single point of darkness appeared before him, tiny and perfect.

It pulsed once, then vanished like an illusion.

But from that same spot, a spear slowly emerged.

The instant its tip pierced existence, a terrifying aura flooded the space.

The spear began to grow—

ten feet,

a hundred feet,

a thousand—

each heartbeat stretching its form higher, radiating power that warped the reality itself.

Then, as Yu Xuan reached out, his fingers brushed the spear’s golden shaft.

It stopped expanding.

The weapon began to shrink, collapsing gracefully until it fit perfectly in his grasp, balanced, heavy, and alive.

The spear gleamed gold, its haft crowned by a skull of pure light, and its blade radiated a murderous majesty — as though it longed to slaughter gods.

The moment Yu Xuan held it, understanding flooded his mind, again.

He knew its name.

He knew its nature.

And deep within the weapon, he sensed a dormant spirit.

Then, without warning, a story unfolded in his mind — ancient, bloody, and eternal.

***

The Gods were bored.

So they descended upon the world.

But the world...

descended into chaos.

A grand banquet of slaughter began — blood and divinity mingling as entertainment for the divine.

Not all gods agreed with this madness.

Yet the cruelest among them chose champions, mortals made monsters, and war became a game played upon mortal soil.

Believers burned.

Shrines fell.

And the cries of the faithful were drowned beneath divine laughter.

The few merciful gods who remained allied together — but they were too few.

Their enemies were countless.

One by one, they fell, their corpses twisted into fuel for war, their divine essence forged into more champions of ruin.

Amid this endless carnage, in the once-peaceful lands of the Goddess of Earth, a young child watched his village burn.

He had asked one of the attackers,

"Why does your god want the lives of my people?"

The warrior had laughed.

"Because it’s fun," he said.

Before death could claim the child, light erupted from within him — divine power awakening, the gift of the Goddess of Earth, who chose him as her champion.

But it was too late.

The boy’s eyes had already turned cold and hollow, mirroring the world he had lost.

He grew into a man of miracles and despair.

He saved countless lives, and lost even more — until his heart became still as stone.

Feared by champions and loved by none, he rose to the level of a quasi-god within a mortal shell.

And that frightened the gods.

The aggressor gods united once more and struck with fury to erase him and the gods behind him.

Sensing their doom, the nine remaining gods, those who stood for mercy and balance, made their final choice.

They would sacrifice their existence, to create a weapon capable of killing gods themselves.

The man, now weary and hollow, looked to the Goddess of Earth, the one he called Mother,

and asked,

"Why are you sacrificing yourself? When will this eternal war end?"

She smiled softly through tears of light.

"I’m sorry, my child... for leaving you with this burden."


And so, the ritual began.

From her body, the shaft of the spear was formed.

From the God of Metal, its blade.

From the Goddess of Wisdom, the technique to slay divinity.

From the God of Reincarnation, the power to end divine beings.

From the Goddess of Life, indestructibility.

From the God of Silence, the ability to isolate gods.

From the God of Law, the authority to erase godhood itself.

From the Goddess of Dreams, the power to shatter divine spirits.

And from the God of Blacksmiths, his life and soul — to forge the impossible.

Thus, nine gods became one weapon.

A divine spear, radiant and silent, its purpose simple:

to kill gods.

When all hope was gone, the man descended upon the divine battlefield.

In his hand burned the True God Slaying Spear, and with each strike, a god fell.

By the end, the heavens were empty.

And the man, the slayer of gods, stood alone beneath a quiet sky.

But victory brought no peace.

For in his triumph, he began to ascend, his soul reshaping into godhood.

Yet before the transformation could complete, he shattered it himself, refusing to become what he had destroyed.

But instead of dying, he lived.

Thus, he became a paradox — the Antithesis of God.

He restored the world, but peace did not come.

He had seen the truth.

Even gods were insects in the vastness of the cosmos.

And when the gods of other worlds, came seeking dominion over the godless planet.

He smiled for the first time.

The spear in his hand trembled, as if answering his silent vow.

To honor the nine gods who gave their existence, he named the spear by taking the initials of their names.

He named it Kixaupnus, each letter a tribute to the gods who became it.

Thus was born the weapon which every God would fear.

[True God Slaying Spear: Kixaupnus]

And the one who wielded it was remembered in whispers across cosmos as—

The God Punisher.

***

Yu Xuan exhaled slowly. The spear in his hands hummed, as if remembering the countless gods it had once slain.

He knew this weapon should not exist in his hands — not yet.

To call it forth, he had broken several laws of the System itself. But as his System was quite useless now, it hardly mattered.

Still, the weight of the spear felt natural.

His gaze lifted toward the Young Heavenly God, whose form now towered nearly ten feet tall, golden flames blazing around him, like a newborn sun.

Yu Xuan however, no longer radiated darkness.

Instead, pure light wrapped around him — a light so intense it made the air ripple, so sacred that even shadows dared not linger near it.

He recalled the name of his body: Darkness & Light Origin Physique, smirking slightly.

Yu Xuan then rose into the sky, the spear trailing a ribbon of gold-white radiance behind him, and faced the Young Heavenly God head-on.

Yu Xuan knew this power would not last long.

His body was straining — cracking under the weight of something, he could not yet handle.

But hesitation was death or rather the loss of this opportunity.

So he charged.

And when their weapons met, a blinding light devoured the entire realm.

***

Fang Wu, the Eternal Battle Sovereign and Peak Master of the Martial Heaven Peak, remained silent.

Beside him, Wuji, the Undying Martial Emperor and High Elder representative, was equally wordless.

The schemes he had once entertained involving Yu Xuan vanished the instant he saw what the youth was capable of. There was no point in playing games with a monster in human form which caught the attention of the Martial Ancestor.

Grand Elder Baotian too, stood still, not even sighing this time. His heart felt heavy, and his instincts told him that things had just become far more complicated.

But among them all, the one most shaken was the Martial Ancestor himself — though none could see it.

No one dared to speak.

The tension in the air was suffocating.

Though Yu Xuan was the one fighting the Young Martial Ancestor, it felt as though every strike shook their hearts.

By all logic, the battle should have ended already.

The Martial Ancestor’s younger form should have overwhelmed Yu Xuan after some time.

If Yu Xuan’s power level was fifty, the young version of Martial Ancestor was a hundred.

And yet... they were evenly matched.

The Martial Ancestor prided himself on never boasting, but he knew he is terrifying.

Even more unbelievable was how Yu Xuan had countered his [Unity Arts] — something that synchronized body, spirit, intent and soul into one seamless strike, without sustaining visible harm.

Every martial art Yu Xuan displayed was unfamiliar to him.

His sword techniques radiated a sovereign aura, the kind only an Emperor could possess.

When Yu Xuan summoned the Chaos Flame, the Martial Ancestor’s calm nearly cracked.

He immediately wondered if the Chaos Heaven Peak Master had secretly taken another disciple.

But that shock was nothing compared to the moment Yu Xuan pulled out the spear.

The instant it appeared, the entire world seemed to quake.

Even he, a Heavenly God, felt his soul stir.

The weapon’s aura was not merely divine — it was antithetical to divinity itself.

That spear was meant to kill gods.

He had seen countless artifacts throughout the heavens, even those forged to wound gods — but this was different.

This was a weapon that ended the concept of God itself.

The Martial Ancestor’s eyes narrowed.

Yu Xuan — a child from the lower realms, possessed such power, such techniques, and such mysteries... was enough to unsettle even him.

Was he some reincarnation of an Old Monster, probably not because he could not sense the aura of reincarnation on him.

In that instant, he made a decision.

"Fang Wu." His voice was deep.

Fang Wu immediately straightened, his instincts recognizing the weight of that tone.

"When this child ascends," the Martial Ancestor declared,

"he will be my disciple."

Fang Wu blinked, caught off guard.

"Eh? Then what about the Elemental Heaven Peak Master?"

"It does not matter."

The Martial Ancestor’s gaze shifted to him, just once and that was enough.

Fang Wu bowed his head slightly.

"...It shall be done."

And thus, in that quiet moment, the Elemental Heaven Peak Master had just gained a formidable new rival (???).