344: Chapter 343 Tearing Apart the Investiture of the Gods, the Gods Are Freed

Before the Lingxiao Palace, everything was in ruins.

The once sacred and inviolable jade stairs were now covered in cracks.

"Cough, cough... cough, cough, cough..."

The Jade Emperor crawled out from the pile of rubble, his hair disheveled.

His face, which had originally been dignified and naturally imposing, was now swollen like a freshly steamed bun, and his two eyes had swollen into mere slits.

His dragon robe was tattered and torn; where was there any trace of the Supreme of the Three Realms?

But the rage in his eyes was almost becoming tangible.

It was shame, it was humiliation, it was a madness that wished to destroy the world.

Disgrace! A Supreme disgrace!

Ever since Pangu created the world and he had ascended to this position after enduring 1,750 kalpas, no one had ever dared to beat him like this!

To think he was actually beaten in the face with fists?

"Lin Feng... you forced Me... you forced Me!!!"

The Jade Emperor's voice became hoarse and frantic, as if he were an evil ghost crawling out from the Nine Nether Hell.

With trembling hands covered in dust, he pulled a scroll from his bosom that emitted a purple-gold light and was wrapped in countless threads of Karma.

The moment that scroll appeared, the atmosphere of the entire Heavenly Court changed instantly.

If the pressure just now had been merely on a physical level, then now, it was suffocation on a Soul level.

An invisible, irresistible force of rules instantly locked onto the vast majority of the immortals present.

"The Investiture of the Gods"!

This was the ultimate shackle with which the Heavenly Court ruled over all the gods and forced the ten thousand immortals of the Jie Sect to bow their heads and become slaves back then!

It was the sharpest scepter bestowed upon the Jade Emperor by the Heavenly Dao!

"All gods, hear my command!"

The Jade Emperor held the Investiture of the Gods high, his face twisted, blood and foam flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"This fiend is vicious and intends to subvert the Three Realms!

In the name of the Heavenly Emperor, I order you all to detonate your Primordial Spirit and perish with him!

Whoever dares to disobey, I will immediately crush their true spirit and ensure they never reincarnate for all eternity!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire scene erupted in an uproar.

"What? Self-detonation?!"

"Your Majesty! You cannot do this!

We have served you for ten thousand years; even if there is no merit, there is still hard labor!"

"He's crazy! The Jade Emperor is crazy!

He wants to drag us down with him!"

However, protests were useless.

Those on the Investiture of the Gods had no human rights.

As the Jade Emperor frantically activated the spell, countless golden names on the Investiture of the Gods began to flicker with an eerie red light.

"Urghhh—!!!"

Nezha, who had been standing on Lin Feng's side, suddenly let out a miserable scream, clutching his head in pain, and the Fire-Tipped Spear in his hand dropped to the ground with a "clang."

Although he was a lotus Incarnation, he had later held a post in the Heavenly Court, and his name was also on the list, subject to its control.

"Head... my head hurts so much... my body... is out of control..."

Nezha's eyes were crimson, his body began to swell involuntarily, and the Samadhi True Fire within him began to run wild.

It wasn't just Nezha; even The Four Heavenly Kings, the Twenty-Eight Mansions, the Nine Luminaries, and even the God of Thunder and Goddess of Lightning, who were just preparing to defect, all fell to the ground, rolling in pain.

Their bodies bloated up like inflated balloons; that was the precursor to their Primordial Spirit about to self-detonate.

"Nezha!"

Lin Feng's expression changed drastically.

He wanted to rush over to help Nezha up, but he was repelled by the violent energy erupting from Nezha's body.

"Hahaha! Lin Feng! Aren't you good at fighting?

Aren't you loyal?

Then, in these magnificent fireworks, watch your brothers, your subordinates, die one by one before your eyes!"

The Jade Emperor laughed wildly, laughing until tears flowed out, his eyes filled with cruel pleasure.

He intended to drag more than half of the Heavenly Court's immortals, along with Lin Feng, to be blown to pieces!

"Is this what you call 'boundless Heavenly grace'?

Is this what you call 'orthodoxy'?"

Lin Feng looked at his brothers struggling in pain, looked at those immortals wailing in despair, looked at the blood and tears flowing from Zhao Gongming's eyes, and the killing intent in his heart erupted completely, surging straight to his crown.

"Screw your Heavenly Dao! Screw your Investiture of the Gods!"

Lin Feng roared in his heart: "System! Is there any way to undo this thing?

Hurry up!"

[Ding! Warning! The Investiture of the Gods is a rare treasure of the Heavenly Dao, containing Supreme rules; it cannot be broken by conventional means.]

[Detected that the Host possesses 'Pangus Essence Blood (Diluted Version)' and 'Chaos Demon God Body', you can attempt to forcibly tear it apart.

Success rate: 50%.]

[Extreme risk warning: Tearing apart the Investiture of the Gods is a provocation to the Heavenly Dao, and you will suffer the backlash of the Heavenly Dao, potentially leading to your death and the dissipation of your Dao!]

"Fifty percent?

That's enough!"

Lin Feng's eyes were fierce, like a gambler betting his life, "As long as I can take down this old bastard, what does a little backlash matter?

At worst, I'll be a hero again in eighteen years!"

"Ten Thousand Daos—Chaos Lawless!"

Black Chaos flames ignited all over Lin Feng's body; it was a power capable of devouring all rules.

He ignored the blinding golden protective light emitted by the Investiture of the Gods and, like a crazed bull, instantly broke through the Jade Emperor's defenses.

"What do you want to do?

It's useless!

This is a Sacred Object of the Heavenly Dao!

Mortals cannot touch it!"

Seeing Lin Feng rushing over, the Jade Emperor backed away in a panic, attempting to use the Investiture of the Gods as a shield.

But this was exactly what Lin Feng wanted.

*Squelch!*

Lin Feng's palm directly penetrated those layers of golden rule shields and grabbed one end of the Investiture of the Gods.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—"

His palm was instantly scorched by the Divine Power until the skin split and flesh was exposed; he could even smell the burnt odor.

That was the rules repelling him.

But Lin Feng didn't even frown; instead, he gripped it even tighter.

"Break—for me!!!"

Lin Feng stomped the ground until it shattered, his arm muscles bulged, veins popped, and he let out a beast-like roar.

The Pangus Essence Blood within him was burning, and the Dharma manifestations of the Ten Thousand Daos behind him were roaring.

"No! You're crazy!

If you tear it apart, you will suffer Heavenly punishment!

You will die!"

The Jade Emperor screamed in terror, desperately trying to snatch back the Investiture of the Gods, but under Lin Feng's terrifying monstrous strength, the Investiture of the Gods had already begun to deform.

"I am the Heavenly punishment!"

Lin Feng's eyes wept blood and tears, and using all his strength, he violently pulled it in both directions.

*Rip—!*

A crisp sound of tearing silk echoed throughout the Three Realms, even reaching the Underworld and the Western Heaven.

That scroll, which claimed to be indestructible, had imprisoned the gods for tens of thousands of years, and represented the highest authority of the Heavenly Court, was actually torn in half right down the middle—by Lin Feng's terrifying will and monstrous strength!

*Boom!*

The sky instantly turned blood-red, and a purple-black bolt of world-destroying Divine Lightning appeared out of thin air, striking Lin Feng heavily on the back.

"Pfft!"

Lin Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body staggered from the blow, his back charred black, but he still clutched the two halves of the Investiture of the Gods tightly, a ferocious smile on his face.

"It's broken... it's really broken..."

As the Investiture of the Gods broke, golden specks of light filled the sky, scattering like fireflies and drilling into the bodies of every immortal.

Those were the imprisoned true spirits!

Nezha stopped trembling, the red light in his eyes receded, the feeling of being about to explode at any moment vanished, replaced by an unprecedented clarity and lightness.

The Four Heavenly Kings touched their necks and found that the suffocating feeling of having their throats choked was gone.

Especially the group of immortals from the Jie Sect—the God of Wealth Zhao Gongming, the Three Goddesses of Sanxiao, the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit...

They looked blankly at the sky, feeling their complete Primordial Spirit returning to their bodies, feeling that long-lost aura of freedom.

"It's back... my Primordial Spirit is back..."

Zhao Gongming muttered to himself, and then, two lines of tears flowed down.

These tens of thousands of years of grievances, these tens of thousands of years of enslavement, had finally ended.

The next second, his eyes became incomparably fierce as he turned to look at the Jade Emperor, who was still dazed, holding only half a scroll in his hand.

"Brothers!"

Zhao Gongming pulled out the twenty-four Sea-Calming Pearls (although they were high-quality replicas, they hurt enough when hitting people) and roared through gritted teeth, "This old thief wanted to blow us up just now!

Now that the Investiture of the Gods is gone, we are free!

If we don't take revenge now, when will we?!"

"Screw him!"

"Kill him!"

"For freedom!"

In an instant, all the gods who were originally the Jade Emperor's bodyguards immediately defected.

Countless Magic Treasures, Divine Abilities, fists, and kicks rained down upon the Jade Emperor, covering the sky and earth.

"No! I am the Heavenly Emperor!

You dare to attack your master... Ah!!!"

The Jade Emperor's screams were instantly drowned in the vast ocean of the people's war.

Lin Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and watched this scene without going up to steal the kill.

He leaned against a piece of rubble, lit a cigarette with trembling hands, and took a deep breath.

"Cough, cough... this is what they call—those with the right Dao receive much support, those who lose the Dao receive little."