The God of Underworld - Chapter 329
Chapter 329: Chapter 28
In a sector of the battlefield where the light of the East met the cosmic dance of the Trimurti, a silence far more terrifying than the roar of war descended.
Shiva, Brahma, and Vishnu stood at the vanguard of a massive coalition, their divine radiance intermingling with the jade and pearl auras of Nuwa and the high Saints of the Chinese Pantheon.
Before them drifted a horror that defied the scale of the war.
This was not merely a Matured Outer One, it was as if it was a Primal Singularity, an entity whose physical mass eclipsed the other monsters as a sun eclipses a candle.
Its body was a mountain of grey, calcified flesh, and upon its surface were millions of eyes, they were not blinking, they were not even moving, it simply stared in a daze as if indifferent to whatever is happening.
This creature had bypassed Hades’ conceptual barrier as if the Law of the Supreme Deity were a mere suggestion.
It did not tear the veil or unzip it; it simply existed in the same space as the barrier until the barrier ceased to be there!
Yet, having entered, the beast did not attack, nor did it even move.
It simply remained suspended in the void, like a silent god of non-existence.
The two pantheons had tried attacking it and it didn’t make the creature cause one of its eyes to twitch.
“…that thing, if my guess is right, is an existence devourer,” Brahma whispered, his many heads scanning the creature’s stagnant energy. “It does not move because it has already reached its destination, and it is here to devour the very concept of ‘Presence’. Meaning, the longer it stays here, the more ‘presence’ will be devoured.”
“Then isn’t it more of a reason to destroy it!?” Shiva growled, his third eye opening to a thin, murderous slit of violet flame. “Anything that threatens the Hyperverse must disappear! Everyone! Attack it one more time!”
At Shiva’s command, the unified pantheons unleashed a strike of unprecedented magnitude.
Shiva casted the fire of the Pralaya, the cosmic force of destructive force that burns the universe.
This is the final dissolution that ends the cosmic cycle before a new one was created!
Vishnu threw the Sudarshana Chakra, a spinning disc of solar Law. This is the pinnacle of his authority to destroy evil and restore the cosmic balance!
To the side, Nuwa unleashed a torrent of Five-Colored Stones, each carrying the weight of a galaxy.
Thousands of lesser gods and cultivators joined the assault, turning the sector into a blinding furnace of divine execution.
The explosion of power was enough to vaporize a thousand universes, no even more than that!
The resulting wave sundered the nearby space! The void itself was sucked up by the chasm of nothingness and was turned inside out!
The nothingness emerged from the chasm, rupturing the void even further. Then, the void eroded, giving away to countless fissures in reality!
Such an attack, even if it was a true body of an outer one, they surely be vaporised!
But as the smoke of the divine fire cleared, the gods froze.
The monster remained untouched, not a single eye had closed, not a single scale of its grey hide had been scorched.
The attacks hadn’t even reached its surface; they had simply entered its proximity and lost the “intent” to damage!
“You’re kidding… probably even Hades wouldn’t come out of that unscathed.”
Suddenly, the million eyes of the entity began to glow.
It was not a bright light, but a dull, pulsating rhythm, a hypnotic throb that bypassed visual perception and struck the subconscious links of the divine hierarchy.
The effect was instantaneous and horrific.
Beside Nuwa, several of the High Saints beings who had spent ten thousand years tempering their wills suddenly stiffened.
Their eyes turned a flat, milky white, mirroring the vacant stare of the Outer One.
Without a word or a warning, they turned their jade swords and celestial brushes upon their own disciples.
“Wait! What are you doing?!” a young immortal empress screamed before her own master’s spear transfixed her heart.
The corruption spread like a psychic plague through the Hindu ranks.
Thousands of Maruts and minor Devas suddenly pivoted their chariots, launching volleys of arrows into the backs of the Brahma-led sages.
The air was filled with the sound of betrayal the clash of familiar steels and the screams of gods being murdered by those they trusted most.
“What happened!? Is this thing controlling them!?”
“No, not just control, that thing devoured their ‘ego’ and replaced it with its own!” Vishnu said, his voice trembling with a rare touch of dread.
Just then, a minor god had launched an attack at him, and Vishnu parried the strike, he then hesitated for a moment, before sending a palm to his chest, sending him flying several light years away!
“We need to deal with that thing before it could spread its influence even further.”
Nuwa watched in agony as more than half of her surviving pantheon turned into a mindless legion of the void.
“Stop this!” she cried, weaving a net of light to restrain her corrupted kin rather than kill them. “Saints of the Jade Palace, remember your oaths!”
But there was no one left to hear her.
The corrupted gods fought with a suicidal, mechanical precision, their faces devoid of emotion.
The Primal Singularity simply watched, its million eyes pulsating in time with the slaughter it had orchestrated.
At this moment, the battlefield of the integrated East collapsed into a chaotic, fratricidal nightmare.
The East and the Hindu heavens, once the bastions of order and wisdom, were now tearing themselves apart from the inside, while the grey monster stood at the center of the carnage, waiting for the last of their lights to go out.
“Killing that thing will restore them right!? Then just kill it!” Just then, Indra, the Lord of Heaven, prepared to launch another, desperate lightning strike at the grey monster.
“Wait! Indra!”
Just then, his golden spear suddenly veered off course.
He turned, his eyes glazed over with that terrifying milky film, and drove the point of his weapon toward Shiva’s back.
Shiva’s eyes widened but he quickly reacted and caught the shaft of the spear inches from his skin, the impact rattling the very foundation of the sector.
“Indra! Look at me! Reclaim your mind!” Shiva roared, but the Lord of Heaven didn’t respond with words.
Instead, he unleashed a burst of lightning so volatile it scorched Shiva’s palm.
“Damn it! Are you so weak that you can be easily manipulated!?” Ignoring the pain, Shiva firmly grasp the spear and ripped it away from Indra’s hands. “If so! You better take my fist and cool your head!”
With that, Shiva sent a destructive punch that can shatter solar systems and drove it straight to Indra’s face!
The gods watched in horror as the strongest pillars of the Chinese and Hindu pantheons were turned into puppets of the void.
Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, let out a soundless, chilling laugh as he grew his Ruyi Jingu Bang to the size of a planet.
Then, with a single, mindless swing, he crushed a line of Hindu Maruts who were still trying to understand the betrayal.
He didn’t fight with his usual mischievous flair; he fought with the cold, mechanical efficiency of a slaughterhouse machine, his eyes fixed on nothingness.
“Even the Monkey King…” Nuwa whispered, her heart breaking.
She moved to intercept him, but a palm made of golden, suffocating pressure slammed into her path.
The Buddha emerged from the cosmic mist.
He sat atop a lotus that had turned the color of bruised flesh. His hand, once a symbol of infinite compassion, was now a weapon of absolute suppression.
“Even you!?” Nuwa’s eyes widened in shock.
The Buddha didn’t speak a sutra; he projected a conceptual wave of “Submission” that paralyzed the uncorrupted gods where they stood.
Behind him, the Jade Emperor, the supreme administrator of the Heavens, drew his imperial sword.
With a flick of his wrist, he commanded the very Laws of the Chinese Heaven to turn against the survivors, stripping the loyalists of their immortality and power.
Just then, Brahma appeared, his arms pressing down on the Jade Emperor and the Buddha.
“The two of you! Get ahold of yourselves!”
But the two didn’t even speak, they simply stared at him and began to work together to target him.
“Curses. Nuwa! I will handle them! You and Vishnu make sure that thing is defeated!” Brahma said, his arms working frantically to deflect the combined assault of the Buddha and the Jade Emperor. “Only after that thing is down will everyone return to normal!”
“Understood!” Nuwa nodded and turned towards the outer one.
Brahma focused his attention back to his fight while watched in anger and despair as he saw the slaughter.
Even while he was battling two of the most powerful fugures in both pantheons, Brahma was still able to keep track of the entire battlefield.
Sun Wukong’s staff mercilessly shattered the relics of his former friends.
Indra’s lightning hunted down the remaining Devas who cried out for their King as Shiva tried to stop him.
And beyond them, The Primal Singularity remained stationary at the center of the madness, its million eyes throbbing in a slow, rhythmic pulse.
It was like a conductor watching its orchestra play a symphony of suicide.
The greatest protectors of the East and the Hindu heavens were now its most effective executioners, and the void grew thicker with every drop of divine blood spilled by a brother’s hand.