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🕑 Added 2025-10-28 09:35:57 +0000 UTCTitle: Outer Demon God, I Knew You Weren’t Human at a Glance!
Seeing how well Aslan and Luo Hao got along, the monkey’s eyes immediately lit up.
“Oh? How rare. Based on my shallow memory, the relationship between a God Slayer and a God shouldn’t be this good, right?”
The monkey scratched its ears and shook its cheeks, speaking with a curious expression.
“No? You’re not a God? Not that either? Human? No, no…”
As it spoke, the monkey’s expression turned slightly sad as it looked at Aslan, speaking with a hint of regret.
“What a pity. My name is sealed, and my original abilities are gone. I can’t see what’s unusual about you.”
Aslan slightly curled the corner of his mouth, replying with a smile.
“Fiery Golden Eyes? I’m curious how you’d see me.”
In terms of Authorities, they are broadly divided into two directions: omniscience and omnipotence.
Almost all Authorities ultimately develop toward these two paths.
The first means what you can know, encompassing abilities like clairvoyance, Spirit Vision, and so on. However, omniscience often cannot be achieved by individuals alone; it’s generally akin to a search engine, retrieving data from a specific source.
In the Little Garden, all omniscience means an Authority connected to the Little Garden’s Central Core. Omniscience-type Authorities often represent access permissions to the Core.
However, in this world, omniscience is linked to the Netherworld and mythology.
So Aslan was still very curious about what he, as a God in the Little Garden, would be perceived as.
“Oh? So it’s called Fiery Golden Eyes? Nice name. Too bad, even if I heard it, I’ll forget it in a few days.”
The monkey sighed, then stood up from the straw pile, sat down, and looked at Aslan.
Suddenly, its gaze sharpened, and it spoke in a serious tone.
“What exactly are you? I’ve never seen such a strange existence. Or rather, are you really a being from this world?”
“Oh? Isn’t your Divine Authority sealed?”
Aslan said with slight surprise.
“This is a spiritual world, and after recalling the name of my Divine Authority, I can at least use it a little.”
“And though you’ve covered it up well, the hatred toward the Gods can’t be faked.”
The monkey said, looking at Aslan with a serious expression.
“It’s not your hatred toward the Gods, but a kind of greater will that wants to devour the Gods…”
At this point, the monkey suddenly faltered. It didn’t know how to describe what it saw.
“Like the collective will of all humanity?” Aslan said with a smile.
Hearing this, the monkey was stunned for a moment, then said with great excitement.
“Yes, exactly like that.”
In a sense, the monkey’s words weren’t entirely wrong. After all, devouring mythology in his current way was indeed somewhat difficult.
Swallowing the Domain of Immortality, tearing apart the Gods, and seizing Divine Authorities was easy.
But the key was, even if all the Gods were beheaded, as long as this planet still existed, as long as humans still existed, new mythologies would inevitably arise sooner or later.
Although Aslan developed magic-tech in this world and seized the power of mythology, the concept of mythology always existed, independent of humans.
Whether through technological advancement, new concepts might replace the ecological niche of mythology, but if so, Aslan would be at a loss.
Even if he emptied the Domain of Immortality and killed all the Gods, it would only amass sheer volume.
The core concept of mythology couldn’t be taken away.
Yet, the most critical part of forging a False Mythology Canon was the concept of Mythology itself.
Even if he destroyed the Domain of Immortality, the concept of Mythology would only vanish, not be acquired by Aslan.
But his current Spirit Status didn’t allow him to do anything with Mythology.
Arthur? He himself was a member of the Gods.
Planeswalker? Though his Spirit Status was extremely high, rarely matched even in the Little Garden, it had no connection to Mythology.
Except for his alter-ego, the Last Trial of Mankind. In a sense, the Last Trial of Mankind was the manifestation of the will of Human History, the embodiment of the evolutionary possibilities of Human History.
With the Last Trial of Mankind alter-ego, representing humanity’s possibilities, devouring mythology would make Mythology fully part of Human History.
Only then could Aslan harvest the complete concept of Mythology.
Of course, the consequence would be triggering an extraordinary Historical Transition Period, completely igniting the enmity between Human History and Divine History in the Little Garden.
It would bring the possibility for Human History to devour Divine History and advance further.
Except… it was a bit unfriendly to the Gods.
In any case, Aslan hadn’t expected that he only wanted to harvest Mythology to forge an Authority Artifact. How did it end up like this?
But no matter. After this Historical Transition Period fully erupted, Aslan’s Last Trial of Mankind alter-ego Spirit Status might swell to rival Dystopia.
As long as this world was observed, it could significantly delay the speed and risk of the Historical Transition Period’s eruption.
Overall, it wasn’t much different from the plan he envisioned, just with slightly more serious consequences.
From a Two-Digit entity wanting to destroy this world to a Two-Digit entity wanting to tear him apart.
“No need for more talk.”
Luo Hao stepped forward at that moment.
“Sun Wukong, I’ve come to kill you today!”
“Oh, so my name is Sun Wukong.”
The monkey looked enlightened, then scratched its head.
“But for me to get out, I need a Dragon-Snake manifestation… Hmm?”
Sensing the clear power of a Dragon-Snake God outside, the monkey’s movements paused, and it looked at Aslan with fiery eyes.
“Interesting, it seems you’ve come prepared!”
“Of course!”
Aslan signaled Ena to use the Zanryuuto Sword for Disaster Purification and break the seal.
“It seems you want to fight me?”
“Exactly. Capturing demons and eliminating evil is my duty!”
The monkey said, observing Aslan from head to toe, and chuckled softly.
“No more pretending, Outer Demon God! I knew you weren’t human at a glance!”
Aslan was stunned for a moment after hearing Sun Wukong’s words, then spoke with a nostalgic expression.
“Outer Demon God, it’s been a while since I heard that title.”
At that moment, the monkey also chuckled.
“Since you know you’re an Outer Demon God, don’t run! Let this Grandpa Sun crush you with one swing of my staff!”
“Not quite. You’re a bit strange. Your body even carries the divinity of a world savior…”
The monkey scratched its head in frustration.
“If I hadn’t seen the Divine Sword of Salvation, I’d almost think your sword was the Divine Sword of Salvation!”
“I actually think my Star Holy Sword is quite fitting for the Divine Sword of Salvation. After all, both are Holy Swords that save the world.”
The corner of Aslan’s mouth curved slightly, speaking with a hint of joy.
“And my Star Holy Sword, in a sense, is far more useful than that weird Divine Sword of Salvation.”
“At least the Star Holy Sword doesn’t drain the life force of Earth Goddesses.”
At this point, Aslan spoke with slight enthusiasm.
“Oh, by the way, you seem to have the qualifications to be the King of the End. How about this: see, I also have a Holy Sword of Salvation, and the King of the End has the Divine Sword of Salvation.”
“How about you let me be the King of the End? Later, I can let you hold the King of the End position for a few days. What do you think?”
Aslan put his arm around Sun Wukong’s neck, chuckling and whispering in its ear.
“Too bad, the source of the King of the End’s power is The Great Ritual of the Old Covenant, which requires the recognition of the Gods, not the Divine Sword of Salvation.”
The monkey dispelled Aslan’s illusion.
“The King of the End position—how could a demon like you take it?”
“And the Power of Historical Correction has already identified you as its archenemy. No matter how well you disguise yourself, an Outer Demon God can’t become a Savior!”
“Sigh.”
Aslan shook his head helplessly, speaking with a hint of sadness.
“I’m genuinely saving the world, so why do people always think I’m an Outer Demon God?”
However, Aslan was indeed somewhat curious about The Great Ritual of the Old Covenant.
He knew the general secret behind it.
The so-called Great Ritual of the Old Covenant referred to the great secret held by the King of the End: gaining the support of the Power of Historical Correction, the heavens, earth, and stars, with the Hero God who slays Devil Kings, receiving protection from the Gods of heaven and earth.
Its effect was to gain magical power beyond limits when exterminating Devil Kings. As far as was known, it provided roughly a three-to-tenfold amplification.
This effect was long-term after activation, making it an extremely powerful magical force.
However, Aslan didn’t think The Great Ritual of the Old Covenant alone could match him.
“You don’t think The Great Ritual of the Old Covenant can match me, do you?”
The monkey was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen someone as arrogant as you, thinking The Great Ritual of the Old Covenant, which gathers the power of all the Gods of heaven and earth, can’t match you.”
The monkey said, then stood up, chuckling.
“I only hope you can withstand a few swings of my staff later.”
After speaking, its body slowly turned gray and white, gradually transforming into a stone statue from head to toe.
During this process, it stared at Aslan without moving.
“Come on, let the Disaster-Purifying Himeragi use the Zanryuuto Sword to let me reclaim my sealed true name. Let’s cause an unprecedented ruckus!”
Seeing this, Ena took a deep breath, raised the Zanryuuto Sword, slowly channeling magical power, chanting the seal-breaking incantation.
“I am not Saru-gami no Kimi (Monkey God). I am Heaven, an existence equal to Heaven—I am the Monkey King born from stone, with boundless magical power, a thousand transformations. Stealing immortality pills, drinking wine, stealing immortal peaches in the Heavenly Palace. Practicing martial arts, turning evil, showing wickedness! My surname is Sun, my name is Wukong. I call myself the Great Sage Equaling Heaven!”
“I pray for purity without dust! Because my six sensory roots are pure, my five inner Gods are calm! Because they are calm, I share the same root as the Gods of Heaven and Earth! Now grant me a sacred body and divinity.”
“Fiery Golden Eyes, head and arms of iron, back and body of copper. I have eaten the immortal peaches of Heaven, drunk spiritual wine, and consumed immortality pills to become a steel-forged body. Trained and tempered in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, able to withstand sword slashes, axe cuts, and unscathed by lightning strikes.”
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Title: Tearing Apart the Heretic Sun Wukong with Bare Hands
The stone monkey transformed into a bolt of lightning with a laugh, shattering the roof and soaring into the sky before crashing down heavily.
The pile of straw beneath was obliterated into pieces, scattering clouds of dust.
As the dust settled, a figure emerged amidst the cracked ground.
A furry face resembling the Thunder God, wearing a Seven-Star Crown on its head, a Golden Chain Mail on its body, Cloud-Walking Boots on its feet, and wielding a dragon-and-phoenix-engraved Golden Cudgel in its hand.
This was Sun Wukong in his form as the Great Sage Equaling Heaven.
“Hahaha, Grandpa Sun finally remembers!”
The short-statured monkey, with an extraordinarily ferocious laugh, stretched its muscles and roared with laughter.
After laughing, its eyes flashed, locking onto Aslan.
“Heh, clearly bearing the form of a Savior God, yet shrouded in an invisible black aura, and the Gods utterly despise you.”
“You’re quite the villain.”
At this point, it muttered to itself.
“Strange, the Keeper of the Horses’ seal has mostly vanished on its own?”
It talked to itself.
“It seems you’re the ones watching over this Grandpa Sun, huh?”
Though it spoke to itself, its eyes seemed to peer into a deep, distant place.
“No worries, settling scores with you lot is for later. For now, this Grandpa Sun needs to deal with this Outer Demon God first!”
As it spoke, it raised its Ru Yi Bang, staring sharply at Aslan, who was clad in silver-white armor.
“Hehe, hold on a moment. Let Grandpa Sun handle some trivial matters first.”
Hearing this, Aslan was momentarily stunned, looking at it with an odd expression.
“Why do you think I’d give you time?”
“Heh, do you think this Grandpa Sun didn’t see what you’re up to? You’re searching for their traces, aren’t you?”
Sun Wukong chuckled.
“If you defeat this Grandpa Sun, I’ll give you all the coordinates of the Domain of Immortality I know. How about that?”
Sun Wukong answered thus. At this moment, it seemed to hear the curses of countless ancient Gods hiding in the Domain of Immortality.
But for some reason, it felt even more delighted.
Only a God deeply dissatisfied with mythology would choose to descend to the world and become a Heretic God. He, Sun Wukong, was extremely dissatisfied with this mythology.
Moreover, bound by the Keeper of the Horses, he knew it was the doing of those ancient Gods.
“Alright.”
Aslan agreed to Sun Wukong’s deal.
“This makes me somewhat admire you. You do seem like the Great Sage Equaling Heaven.”
Aslan narrowed his eyes slightly, but his intent to kill Sun Wukong wouldn’t waver.
He was merely giving it a bit more preparation time.
Sun Wukong glanced at Luo Hao beside him, then at Athena outside the Netherworld, clapping its hands and laughing.
“One God Slayer, one Heretic God. Perfect match.”
As it spoke, it chanted an incantation loudly.
“I, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, by the Oath of Brotherhood, let my brothers manifest!”
“Come forth, Second Brother, Zhu Ganglie!”
A man with a wild boar’s head, fat and prosperous, wielding a Nine-Toothed Rake, emerged from the void.
“Here, here. Big Brother only knows how to boss people around.”
Sun Wukong glared at him, then continued shouting.
“Come forth, Third Brother, Sha Wujing!”
A bald monk with fiery red hair, a blood-smeared face with fangs, wearing a skull necklace and tattered robes, also appeared.
“Big Brother.”
After summoning his two sworn brothers, Sun Wukong’s magical power drastically weakened, but his fighting spirit soared.
“Two Brothers, please hold off the God Slayer and the Earth Goddess inside and outside the Netherworld. Give me space to fight!”
Hearing this, Zhu Bajie chuckled and swung his rake at Luo Hao.
“Pretty lady, let this Old Pig face you.”
Luo Hao’s face darkened, and she slapped Zhu Bajie away with deep resentment.
Not being able to fight Sun Wukong truly frustrated her. What to do when frustrated? Vent.
Instantly, countless palm shadows struck Zhu Bajie. Two vajras even kicked him like a ball.
Luo Hao spoke to Aslan with great displeasure.
“Leave that monkey to my husband.”
Hearing this, Aslan nodded and looked at Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong glanced at Aslan, leaped, and transformed into a golden light, vanishing instantly.
Aslan frowned, his body flashed, and he disappeared from his spot.
He abandoned the idea of toying with Sun Wukong through space. He decided to crush it fairly head-on.
Otherwise, it would provoke too much resentment, and even Sister Monkey might not be too pleased.
He knew a bit about hand-to-hand combat. After all, he had been trained and educated by Scathach.
Though his path veered slightly, and he couldn’t become a true warrior, his physique, comparable to a Star Spirit, could still be unleashed.
On a barren piece of land in the Netherworld, Sun Wukong landed on a cliff, slightly surprised to see Aslan suddenly appear.
“Spatial Divine Authority? You’re not planning to toy with this Grandpa Sun, are you?”
“No. I said I’d crush you fairly, so I’ll crush you fairly!”
Aslan said, a faint golden flame shadow appearing on his body. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Sun Wukong.
“Not planning to use The Great Ritual of the Old Covenant yet?”
“Yohó, seems you want to see it too. Fine, today I’ll let you witness it!”
Sun Wukong laughed heartily, standing on one leg at the cliff’s edge, stomping his foot, and chanting loudly.
“Gods of Heaven and Earth, honor the ancient covenant, grant me power!”
With the incantation came an overwhelming surge of divine power. Simultaneously, Sun Wukong let out an unbearable cry of pain.
“It hurts!”
Visible to the naked eye, Sun Wukong’s magical power swelled continuously, hundreds, thousands of times over.
Faintly, it seemed a human figure made entirely of golden threads hovered behind Sun Wukong, concealing strands of pathways in its body.
“This? Grandpa Sun’s getting so many gifts from the Gods?”
Sun Wukong, recovering from the pain, felt his magical power swell thousands of times, looked up at Aslan, his face showing shock.
“How many Gods have you killed?”
“Hmm…”
Aslan tapped his chin, pondering for a moment.
“Don’t know. Just dismantled a few Domains of Immortality. The Gods inside… weren’t counted.”
As he spoke, Aslan looked at him oddly.
“Do you remember how many peaches you’ve eaten?”
Sun Wukong’s Fiery Golden Eyes, amplified to their limit by magical power, finally saw Aslan’s actions.
A book filled with age was recording… no, plundering mythology.
Domains of Immortality were thrown into a grinding mill, forcibly crushed into ink. The Gods? They were powerless to resist, at best adding a touch of lamentation to the ink.
The heavy information, clearly seen by Fiery Golden Eyes, enraged Sun Wukong and made his blood boil.
“Demon! Truly a demon!”
“It seems today this Grandpa Sun will act on behalf of the true Heaven.”
He unleashed his swollen magical power and laughed heartily.
“Come, demon! Let this Grandpa Sun see your power!”
With those words, the Ru Yi Bang, blessed with the weight of a continent, was swung with full force.
At lightning speed, a strike aimed at Aslan’s head!
The Ru Yi Bang fell toward his head. The highly concentrated magical power even distorted space and time, trying to lock Aslan’s movements.
But at that moment, Aslan raised his hand expressionlessly and gently touched it.
The Ru Yi Bang, condensing the mass of a continent, was halted by Aslan’s touch, then grasped.
He slammed it left and right, dizzying Sun Wukong.
“You brute. Just how strong is your physique?”
Sun Wukong retrieved his now slightly flattened Ru Yi Bang, speaking in shock.
The golden light, blessed by the Gods’ power, nearly condensed the mass of a continent under the magical amplification.
Yet under this blessing, it was still flattened in Aslan’s hand.
(Even Old Man Buddha’s Golden Body might not match this guy’s physique.)
Sun Wukong sneered inwardly.
In his mind, Aslan was now not far off from Old Man Buddha, at least that monk couldn’t lift a planet.
It seemed he couldn’t compete in raw strength next. He’d have to fight evasively and find openings.
As Sun Wukong strategized, Aslan, waiting for him to recover his weapon, spoke with an admiring tone.
“Not bad. I’d say you’re about equal to me three hours after gaining Divinity.”
At that time, Aslan had just returned from an apocalyptic world. Under the observation of the Little Garden’s Central Core, he achieved many feats, and his Spirit Status was strengthened to surpass Five-Digit standards.
Sun Wukong was roughly at that level now.
Hearing this, Sun Wukong fell silent. Because Aslan didn’t seem to be lying.
Is this an Outer Demon God? Just a few hours after gaining Divinity, already possessing power comparable to him after being blessed by the Gods?
But this wouldn’t make him retreat. It only fueled his excitement, boosting his fighting spirit even more.
When had the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, who defied Heaven and Earth, ever backed down?
“Though I don’t know what your praise means, since it’s praise, this Grandpa Sun accepts it.”
Sun Wukong said, his body gradually turning bronze. Two heads emerged on his left and right cheeks, followed by four new arms.
The Divine Authority of the Three-Headed, Six-Armed Steel Body!
Using two Divine Authorities at once—Sun Wukong recalled doing so only three times before.
Nezha, Yang Jian, and the Dharma Protector King Lingguan.
And Aslan was the fourth, and he felt this was the strongest.
He unleashed his Divine Authority with unprecedented magical power. Yet even so, Sun Wukong, with his Fiery Golden Eyes open, had to sigh.
“Even like this, this Grandpa Sun still can’t see the limit of your power?”
He could only tell his opponent was extremely strong, but how strong, he couldn’t discern at all.
He couldn’t even gauge how many times stronger his opponent was compared to him.
“Truly unprecedented and unheard of.”
While admiring, Sun Wukong swung his weapon and leaped forward on his Kinton Cloud.
He didn’t like trickery. All he excelled at was direct combat.
Just an incomprehensibly strong opponent, right? Face him head-on!
Two fists against six arms. A cruel smile appeared on Aslan’s face.
He used both hands to tear with force. A colossal strength capable of ripping apart stars directly tore off the two heads and four arms Sun Wukong had transformed.
Sun Wukong’s shocked eyes seemed to say, Impossible, how could there be such terrifying strength?
But before Sun Wukong could recover from his shock, Aslan produced a golden fireball in his hand.
“Eh? Even the True Samadhi Fire might not burn this Grandpa Sun. You think this unknown fire can burn me to death?”
Sun Wukong mocked. Didn’t he know he was thrown into Lao Jun’s Eight Trigrams Furnace and burned by the Six Ding Divine Fire for 49 days without change?
*SWOOSH!*
The fire landed on Sun Wukong’s body. Almost instantly, before he could react, he was burned to ash without the slightest resistance.
Seeing Sun Wukong not rise again, Aslan’s faint explanation echoed.
“This is called Golden Wing Flame. I learned it from Karyou.”
Sun Wukong’s eyes turned gray and white. Before vanishing, he forced himself to ask with his last breath.
“Who’s Karyou?”
After speaking, his last trace of existence burned away. The golden flames slowly consumed space and time.
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Title: Could There Be a Huge Trap in the Little Garden Waiting for Me to Jump In?
“Alright, now it’s time for you to tell me the coordinates of the Domain of Immortality you mentioned.”
In Pandora’s domain, the defeated Sun Wukong was somewhat surprised to see Pandora and Aslan standing beside her.
“This is the Circle of Usurpation? Grandpa Sun was actually captured by the Circle of Usurpation after being defeated?”
Sun Wukong scratched his head in confusion.
If he remembered correctly, Aslan should be stronger than him by… how many times?
He couldn’t tell, only knowing that even if the entire Earth were bundled together, it might not be a match for Aslan.
But now he was being told that the one who tore apart his fully enhanced self under The Great Ritual of the Old Covenant was a weakling?
“Ahem, ahem, don’t mind the details.”
Aslan coughed awkwardly. It was because he instinctively swapped the concepts of strong and weak, making the Circle of Usurpation think he was weak.
This way, the Circle of Usurpation could capture the dead Heretic Gods and prevent them from returning to mythology.
“What’s more important now is the coordinate issue.”
Sun Wukong glanced at him suspiciously. His instincts told him it was better not to dig too deep right now.
He chuckled while scratching his monkey head.
“You’re a good kid, Grandpa Sun acknowledges you. As a reward for defeating Grandpa Sun fair and square, take these Domain of Immortality coordinates!”
A beam of golden light struck Aslan’s forehead, instantly transferring a number of Domain of Immortality coordinates to him.
After that, Sun Wukong’s body vanished. Having lost, he had no intention of lingering, let alone being confined by the Circle of Usurpation.
So, he promptly handed over the spoils of war, ended himself, and returned to mythology.
Only then did he consider himself to have the honor of a defeated warrior.
Watching this scene, Aslan didn’t speak, but his eyes faintly looked forward. His gaze seemed to pierce through boundaries, seeing beyond the Netherworld.
“So, it’s the Heavenly Palace and Spirit Mountain I couldn’t find?”
“These two places… are a bit tricky.”
Aslan muttered softly, rubbing his temples in frustration.
One was his hometown’s Domain of Immortality, the other was Buddhism’s Domain of Immortality. Headache… quite a dilemma.
However, a dilemma was still a dilemma; his hands didn’t stop. He deftly extended the tendrils of the Circle of Usurpation toward the Heavenly Palace and Spirit Mountain.
For some reason, though, Aslan suddenly felt guilty. It was as if he were doing something bad.
Yet he was still in the Netherworld, with no one around, and he always acted openly.
So where did this guilt come from?
(Could I have been found out? No way, absolutely impossible!!)
Unbeknownst to Aslan, in the Domain of Immortality · Heavenly Palace, the Jade Emperor’s eyes, seated in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, suddenly deepened as Aslan’s tendrils reached in.
Above the Domain of Immortality · Spirit Mountain, the Buddha seated on a lotus flower became extraordinarily majestic at that moment.
It was as if they were possessed by a sublime existence.
At this moment, the Jade Emperor and Buddha exchanged glances, and the collapse of the Domain of Immortality · Spirit Mountain and Domain of Immortality · Heavenly Palace accelerated.
In mere seconds, Aslan devoured these two “toughest bones” to chew.
“Wait…”
His movements froze. He seemed to sense something was off.
“Damn, there’s a ghost. Did I mess up?”
Aslan looked up. His gaze pierced the Netherworld and met the eyes of those two great figures.
For some reason, he saw a hint of mockery in the middle-aged man’s eyes.
The next second, Aslan awkwardly averted his gaze.
“Sorry, I didn’t see anything.”
(As expected. Even Shiroyasha could know of the Saint Seiya world’s existence, so other great figures must know of the Campione world’s existence.)
(Is this still the Little Garden? This is already at the level of mythology, isn’t it?)
At this moment, Aslan thought of one entity—Daluo.
[T/N: Daluo refers to Da Luo Jinxian, the highest level in the Taoist hierarchy of immortality—beings transcending time, space, and causality; often considered equivalent to supreme deities or cosmic existences.]
(No wonder the Chinese Pantheon is gone from the Little Garden. Why did such a massive base fall into my hands?)
At this moment, Aslan understood everything.
So, they all went off to pursue their Grand Path.
(Really, why wasn’t I invited?)
A bit of resentment arose in his heart.
However, Aslan also felt more at ease. These two great figures didn’t directly crush him and even helped him. This proved one thing.
What he was doing had their approval, and his style of causing trouble could be even freer.
(I don’t just have Shiroyasha backing me anymore.)
But he didn’t know the cost of all this.
And for some reason, Aslan saw a hint of schadenfreude in the Buddha’s eyes.
It was as if an abandoned project had finally been taken over by a foolish youth.
And he seemed to be that foolish youth.
Could there be a huge trap in the Little Garden waiting for him to jump in willingly?
Instantly, his expression turned odd.
This was supposed to be a good thing, but for some reason, he couldn’t feel happy.
His previously good mood was now clouded.
“Sigh.”
Aslan let out a deep sigh.
Suddenly, a mysterious gaze pierced the Netherworld and landed on him.
This made Aslan frown and speak coldly.
“Heh, I haven’t come looking for you, yet you came to me?”
He muttered, his body flashed, and he vanished from his spot.
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In the Netherworld, inside a Japanese-style hut.
Three figures sat around a fireplace in the wooden house.
The aged Susanoo with a thick beard and a sturdy yet limited body.
The graceful and beautiful Divine Ancestor, Sita wearing a twelve-layered kimono.
The High Priest in Black Robes, who had transcended human life and death, thin as a skeleton.
The three masterminds behind Japan’s History Compilation Committee rarely gathered, sitting around the fireplace.
They were awaiting the outcome of the battle between Sun Wukong and Aslan. In their view, there could only be one result: the false King of the End, Aslan, killed by Sun Wukong.
Susanoo calmly held a sake cup, speaking casually.
“It’s about time. The fight over there must be over. Let’s pull some historical records from the Netherworld. If possible, I hope the Monkey God can bury that false King of the End.”
“You two, when checking, remember not to trace the current scene. Look at the past ones to avoid being noticed.”
The Netherworld is a spiritual world that records all past information. Thus, magic can be used here to summon the world’s records of the past.
Hence, investigating information by tracing the past using this feature is an endless method.
Susanoo and the others planned to use this trick to check the details of the battle between Aslan and Sun Wukong.
As Susanoo requested, the Living Buddha scratched the void, creating a circle.
Soon, an image appeared from the circle, showing Aslan holding a sword.
A voice sounded.
“Heh, I haven’t come looking for you, yet you came to me?”
“Sōjō (High Priest), didn’t I tell you not to trace the current history? Why did we still get caught?”
Susanoo frowned, looking at Aslan in the image.
“Looks like we need to change headquarters again.”
Susanoo resignedly poured himself a glass of sake. He wasn’t too worried about being found out.
They had manipulated Japan for thousands of years; they had some skills.
At least in terms of escaping and understanding the Netherworld, aside from youkai, no one was better than them.
The Netherworld, as a spiritual world, has layers. Even Gods would struggle to track someone in the Netherworld.
And they were even less likely to succeed.
Especially them.
Suddenly, Sita looked at the circle created by High Priest Sōjō with fear. The circle hadn’t disappeared.
Aslan seemed to be using their technique to observe them in return.
“Your Highness Sita, what’s wrong? Is there a problem with this technique?”
Sita opened her mouth, looking somewhat confused.
“He… he seems to see us?”
“How is that possible? Didn’t I already turn off the technique?”
The Living Buddha said in shock.
“No way. Shouldn’t he have been killed by Sun Wukong by now? It shouldn’t be—The Great Ritual of the Old Covenant couldn’t have failed?”
Just as the Living Buddha was shocked, a calm male voice sounded.
“The Great Ritual of the Old Covenant? You mean this?”
Aslan spoke, and behind him appeared a confused golden figure granting him power.
Though this boost meant little to him.
“That’s The Great Ritual of the Old Covenant?”
Susanoo looked at Aslan using The Great Ritual of the Old Covenant. His expression was bitter and confused.
Why? Why could an Outer Demon God use The Great Ritual of the Old Covenant, but he couldn’t?
“Yeah, the protection of the Gods. I just took it from Sun Wukong.”
Aslan said calmly. After all, the so-called Great Ritual of the Old Covenant was merely gaining the protection of the Gods, the support of mythology.
Why could Sun Wukong gain mythology’s support, while King Arthur couldn’t?
Moreover, thanks to the loving contributions of two certain great figures, Aslan’s progress in seizing mythology had surged past seventy percent.
In a sense, this could also be considered legitimate support (usurpation), the protection of the Gods (forced).
As for the distorted-faced figure behind him, it was the Goddess of Fate, the one who bestowed the destiny of the King of the End upon Rama, the representative of the Power of Historical Correction.
To seize the remaining mythology, the loving contribution of this Goddess was unavoidable.
Unfortunately, as the representative of the Power of Historical Correction, though Aslan could force her shadow to appear, capturing her was somewhat difficult.
“By the way, why aren’t you moving? Have you forgotten how to escape?”
Aslan looked at the three still sitting dazedly, showing a wicked smile.
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Title: Truly Worthy of a Divine Ancestor, Her Thought Process Is Truly Bizarre
Instantly, a monk, a god, and a Divine Ancestor trembled simultaneously, then fell into a prolonged silence.
After about half an hour, Sita raised her hand, her face somewhat pale, and said, “Is it still possible for us to surrender now?”
Susanoo stared at Sita in disbelief.
(No way. Why are you surrendering so quickly? Weren’t we allies?)
(Wait. If the three of us flee in different directions, with the Netherworld’s characteristics, at least two of us can escape.)
However, even Susanoo didn’t expect that the Living Buddha beside him also silently performed a French military salute, raising both hands to show he posed no threat.
“King Arthur, there shouldn’t be any conflict between us, right?”
Hearing this, Aslan nodded slightly.
“Indeed. But who set up the Keeper of the Horses?”
At that, the Living Buddha and Sita pointed at Susanoo without the slightest hesitation.
“He set it up. We swear to you, it has nothing to do with us.”
“Uh…”
Instantly, Susanoo’s face turned green.
(Weren’t we supposed to be allies and good brothers? Why did they sell me out so quickly? At least hesitate a little, you know? This is so embarrassing.)
“I think I can explain—”
Susanoo said weakly. Where else could he hide? Believe it or not, if he fled this second, he’d be beheaded the next.
“Sorry, I’m not interested in hearing it.”
Before Susanoo could finish, Aslan stabbed with his sword without a shred of hesitation.
Then, leveraging Susanoo’s connection to the Domain of Immortality · Takamagahara and Domain of Immortality · Yomi no Kuni, he seized both Domains.
Aslan felt his heart lighten considerably.
“I don’t want to deal with a God who symbolizes trickery and deception.”
“?? I’m innocent!! I’m also a Steel Hero!”
Susanoo, beheaded, vanished in the Netherworld with a depressed expression.
“So, does anyone else have something to say?”
Aslan smiled, raising his sword and looking at the Living Buddha and Sita.
Sita gazed at Aslan, particularly at the Star Holy Sword in his hand, which was imbued with even more world-saving divinity than the Divine Sword of Salvation.
She sighed and said, “After killing a Great God, does King Arthur plan to confront Prince Rama?”
“Oh?”
Aslan raised an eyebrow, sheathed his sword, and looked at Sita.
“What do you want to do?”
Sita opened her mouth, then sighed.
“My name is Sita. In mythology, I am Prince Rama’s wife.”
“Oh? Want to kill your husband?”
Aslan showed an intrigued expression.
At that, Sita shook her head.
“Though I resent that Prince, I’m not so extreme as to want to kill him.”
“Then what do you want to do?”
“Maybe I just want that exhausted man to find some relief?”
Sita fell silent for a long time, then spoke with a sigh.
“It seems, in a sense, our goals align.”
“We both want Rama to stop working.”
Aslan smiled at Sita. After confirming her stance, he said calmly, “Then tell me where Rama’s resting place is and how to undo his seal. I’ll take your place and give him that relief.”
“Uh…”
Sita paused for a moment. The relief she meant and the relief Aslan meant might not be the same.
(But it’s close enough, right?) Sita sighed and said, “Thank you for your kindness.”
Susanoo sealed Sun Wukong only to use Sun Wukong’s characteristics to suppress Rama as effectively as possible.
Sun Wukong was a hybrid Steel God, quite close to Rama. His divinity largely stemmed from Hanuman, Rama’s subordinate God.
Though he and Hanuman were distinct Gods, sharing and having similar divinity was normal.
By sealing Sun Wukong in the Western Heavenly Palace, Rama could be suppressed optimally, and his divinity could be absorbed, bringing Sun Wukong closer to the King of the End.
This was precisely why Sun Wukong qualified to use The Great Ritual of the Old Covenant.
And by suppressing Rama through Sun Wukong, Rama was kept asleep for fifteen hundred years. Only then could so many God Slayers appear in this world.
Normally, if the number of God Slayers exceeded three, the King of the End would begin cleansing the Earth.
The King of the End’s true location was on an asteroid in satellite orbit in space.
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On a frozen iceberg, Sha Wujing, battling Athena, suddenly froze, his body beginning to fade.
“Big Brother lost, huh?”
Sha Wujing was stunned for a moment, then gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and vanished into specks of light.
In the sky opposite, Athena sheathed her scythe, looking at the ground expressionlessly.
At this moment, the mountainside was riddled with craters, as if bombarded by saturation artillery.
Just then, from the void, Luo Hao, who failed to kill Zhu Bajie, returned from the Netherworld to the real world.
Luo Hao’s face was dark, clearly in a bad mood.
“How’s my husband doing over there?”
Luo Hao turned and asked Athena. Seeing Zhu Bajie vanish, she knew Aslan must have killed Sun Wukong.
(But why so fast? At least give me time to kill Zhu Bajie!)
“It should be done.”
Athena replied, then looked up, a slight smile tugging at her lips.
“No, he’s back.”
At that moment, Aslan’s figure appeared in the void. Beside him was Sita, the Divine Ancestor in a luxurious kimono.
“I dealt with Susanoo along the way, took a bit of time.”
“And, lucky me, I caught an interesting creature.”
Aslan said with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Luo Hao and Athena simultaneously turned their gazes to Sita, somewhat curious and confused about why Aslan said that.
“My Lord, I sensed Rama’s aura.”
Before Aslan could finish, Guinevere and Lancelot arrived, riding a white horse, stepping through the air.
Guinevere, arriving beside Aslan, looked around, scanning the land, sky, sea, and water with magic. Yet, she found no trace of the King of the End’s aura.
“The aura is so strong, but why no trace of Rama?”
Guinevere frowned, asking in confusion.
“Because Prince Rama is sealed in space.”
Sita stepped forward, offering a clue. The reason Rama’s aura was so strong here after Sun Wukong’s death was that this was Rama’s final resting place. The remnants of the King of the End were stored here.
Meanwhile, the real Rama had merged with the Divine Sword of Salvation and was stored in satellite orbit.
“No wonder I couldn’t find him for years.”
Guinevere smiled with relief, then looked at Aslan and instinctively rushed to apologize.
“Sorry, my Lord. I had no intention of betraying you.”
After Aslan’s explanation and questioning Lancelot, she also understood why she was so eager to awaken the King of the End and why Lancelot submitted to her.
She was fundamentally the White Goddess of Britain, the Queen of Wisdom—Gwenhwyfar.
Roughly fifteen hundred years ago, there was a God Slayer from Rome in Britain.
That God Slayer was extremely brutal, possessing combat power rivaling Gods and fond of hunting and killing.
As Britain’s Earth Goddess, she was greatly troubled and constantly hunted. In the end, out of necessity, she allied with Rama and his entourage, who were cleansing Devil Kings on Earth at the time.
But the King of the End needed to fully awaken. Awakening the Divine Sword of Salvation required vast magical power and the life force of an Earth Goddess.
In the end, she was naturally chosen. On one side was a God Slayer, on the other was the King of the End and his entourage. She had no choice but to offer most of her life force. After all, Earth Goddesses were renowned for their robust vitality.
And Rama and the others weren’t so cruel as to leave her lifeless.
But no one expected that the Divine Sword of Salvation would twist the will of the slain Earth Goddess, honoring the last manifested King as the Supreme Lord.
Sita was like that, and so was she. Though not killed by the Divine Sword of Salvation, her will was still twisted.
Or rather, all Divine Ancestors in this world were like that.
In the end, Guinevere chose to let it go. What could she do?
She quietly followed Aslan, this King Arthur.
At least the legend of King Arthur was one she wrote. She still held considerable affection for King Arthur.
Even after understanding everything, choosing to follow Aslan gave her a slight thrill of immorality.
After all, the legend of King Arthur in this world was born because of her. In a sense, wasn’t she King Arthur’s mother?
Yet she was also his wife.
“…”
Even Aslan didn’t know how to judge Guinevere’s thought process. All he could say was, truly worthy of a Divine Ancestor—her thought process was bizarre.
In any case, he didn’t lose out. And with Guinevere’s contributions, he might also gain a Poet Spirit Status.
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High above, in satellite orbit.
There, Aslan quickly found a small floating island.
The island wasn’t large, with hills and plains clearly visible, but devoid of plants or life—just earth and stone.
At the island’s center, a sword was embedded.
It was a double-edged broadsword, about one hundred centimeters long.
Its blade was rusted, looking ordinary, yet it held an extremely noble rank.
The Divine Sword of Salvation.
The core of Prince Rama, the seventh Avatar of Vishnu and the King of the End. The strongest steel formed from the fusion of weapons bestowed by the Gods with Prince Rama.
An invincible blade that annihilates all Rakshasa in the world.
“Here’s the Divine Sword of Salvation. Looks a bit ugly, not as good as the Star Holy Sword.”
Aslan stepped forward without hesitation. He grasped the hilt, pulled it out forcefully, examined it in his hand, and showed a disgusted expression.
“This thing is Rama’s core.”
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Title: How Many Times Have I Said, I’m Not an Outer Demon God!
Afterward, Aslan unhesitatingly threw the Divine Sword of Salvation in his hand to the ground.
If he could, he’d even want to stomp on it twice.
To call this thing the Divine Sword of Salvation—Aslan felt it was too embarrassing, unworthy of its name.
A sword that siphons the life force of the planet—why should it be called the Divine Sword of Salvation?
But before Aslan could act, a loud incantation rang out.
“We beseech the rebirth of the sword, cleaving the darkness of the world’s end, slaying all Devil King God Slayers!”
“The sword among swords, the noblest blade among blades.”
“You are the blade that annihilates Devil Kings, the white light that saves the world, born to exterminate all Rakshasa in the world!”
“The Holy King manifesting at the end of times, descend swiftly!”
The corner of Aslan’s mouth twitched, and he grumbled instinctively.
“Is it absolutely necessary to chant incantations?”
Though chanting incantations could sometimes be cool, for some reason, Aslan felt so awkward he wanted to dig at the floor with his toes.
A shadow suddenly appeared beside the sword.
It was a handsome man with grayish-blonde hair and a refined appearance.
He carried an aura of long-battled might and indescribable exhaustion. Dressed in a blue coat and pants, with a white cloak draped over his shoulders, he appeared there.
He looked at Aslan and instinctively continued his words.
“I don’t know either. Maybe because its power comes from faith.”
“So what does that have to do with needing to chant incantations?”
Aslan asked back.
Rama stammered, momentarily unsure how to answer the question.
After all, he didn’t know the specific reason why incantations were necessary.
Especially since he had never investigated it.
“And the Gods sent me warnings and pleas. It seems you’ve committed a grave sin…”
Rama frowned as he looked at him. If he wasn’t mistaken, Aslan should be like him—a Savior, a Steel Hero qualified to be the King of the End.
“A grave sin?”
Aslan chuckled, looking at the small island slowly descending, then stomped heavily, shaking the entire island into rubble.
Aslan and Rama floated in satellite orbit, and he sneered.
“Whose sin do you think is greater?”
“The King of the End who steals the life force of the Earth?”
Hearing this, Rama glanced at Guinevere and Sita waiting for Aslan’s return below, then sighed.
“For that, I apologize. But this is a responsibility I must fulfill!”
“To correct the order of history, this is a necessary sacrifice.”
As he spoke, his eyes gradually sharpened. He crouched and picked up the Divine Sword of Salvation that Aslan had discarded on the ground.
He looked at Aslan and said in a heavy tone.
“Compared to the God Slayers who disrupt the order, you’ve committed an even more unforgivable sin!”
Hearing this, Aslan couldn’t help but laugh.
“My answer is the same as yours. This is a responsibility I must fulfill. To save the world, this is a necessary sacrifice!”
After all, once this world was observed, it would truly end.
Of course, true great figures like the Buddha and the Grand Heavenly Venerable (Datianzun) were set aside for now.
In Aslan’s mind, he divided Two-Digit entities into two categories. The first were those weaker than Shiroyasha, like Krishna, Kalki, Jesus, and so on.
They were responsible for causing trouble in the Little Garden. Most situations in the Little Garden were their chessboard.
The second category was those stronger than Shiroyasha. They were no longer interested in the petty gains of the Little Garden, like his own ancestor and the Buddha.
They voluntarily relinquished the stage to the younger generation to operate.
If the second category knew, it was a minor issue. But if the first category observed this world…
Aslan could only wish this world good luck.
Amitabha…
“It seems words alone won’t change your mind.”
Rama sighed, then looked at his opponent across from him.
At that moment, he saw Aslan draw a beautiful sword. Its blade trembled slightly, emitting a delicate sword hum.
“That sword…”
At that moment, Aslan held the sword, looked at Rama, and said with a smile.
“Look, even this planet hates your hypocritical actions.”
As fellow World-Saving Swords, when Aslan faced Rama, his Star Holy Sword gained the Earth’s support.
Because he had just stopped Rama’s attempt to siphon the Earth’s spiritual energy to restore his power, he received praise and protection from the Earth.
After all, Rama’s act of stealing the Earth’s spiritual energy was literally draining it to death. The places where Rama had taken the Earth’s spiritual energy remained dead lands to this day.
“Now, who’s the real sinner?”
Aslan asked with a smile, watching Rama’s performance.
Or rather, enjoying the final counterattack of this mythology.
After he cut off the planet’s support, how would the mythology face him?
However, Aslan felt a slight pity. The King of the End’s Spirit Status was indeed impressive, but too impressive.
Like the Trinitarian Athena, Rama’s King of the End divinity was mixed with the divinities of Rama, King Arthur, Jesus, Maitreya…
After resolving this Spirit Status, it would surely become a Two-Digit entity like Kalki. But the King of the End’s components were far more complex than Kalki’s.
And if he could obtain so many Spirit Statuses, wouldn’t he have long become a Two-Digit entity himself?
But… wasn’t there also something called the Covenant of the Gods?
It seemed the King of the End had another path to becoming a Two-Digit entity, one that didn’t conflict with Kalki’s path.
Aslan narrowed his eyes, observing Rama closely.
Seeing this scene, Rama gave a bitter smile.
“Can you retract that overflowing malicious intent?”
“Yeah, caught me.”
Aslan said with slight surprise.
After that, Rama gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
“It seems you have no intention of letting me go.”
He looked at the ground, then turned back, staring at Aslan with a resolute expression.
“If so, please follow me to fight in the Netherworld.”
“I don’t want our battle to destroy this planet.”
“Hmm?”
Aslan raised an eyebrow, sensing Rama’s overflowing power, and said with slight surprise.
“Interesting. I didn’t expect a mythology with only a fifth remaining could still grant such power?”
The world’s mythology—China took half, Buddhism took half of the remainder, and the rest was the world’s other mythologies.
And in this final portion, Greek mythology and Christianity took the largest share.
“This power, in a sense, can be considered Four-Digit level.”
“You could say this is the final wrath of the Gods, burning everything.”
Rama said, swinging the Divine Sword of Salvation, tearing a rift to the Netherworld in the air.
But before he could enter, Aslan closed the rift.
“No need for the Netherworld. Can’t you feel it? This planet refuses to let you enter its dreams.”
Aslan raised his sword, blocking Rama from entering the Netherworld, and stood before him.
“Of course, this place is already a separate space I created. Rest assured, it won’t affect the Earth at all.”
The corner of Rama’s mouth twitched. He looked at him with slight despair.
“Is that so? Then let’s fight here.”
Rama’s fighting spirit ignited. Though he had no guarantee of absolute victory, facing an existence that could make the Gods grant such immense support.
And one who could silently create a separate space and turn it into a battlefield.
Rama could hardly claim absolute confidence in victory.
Yet in his eyes, there was still a trace of guilt toward his former subordinates and the Earth Goddesses who aided him.
For example, his wife within him, Sita. She was the first Earth Goddess he killed with the Divine Sword of Salvation.
She was also the first Earth Goddess he defeated in the war between Earth Goddesses and Steel Heroes—Prithvi, the ancient Earth Goddess in Hinduism.
Her position was akin to Gaia in Greek mythology.
Of course, compared to the Little Garden, tracing Sita’s identity upward, she should be Mātā of Ditian (Earth God), one of the Twelve Guardian Deities of the Heavenly Army.
However, like Athena, she was demoted to a wife in Rama’s mythology.
There were also Lancelot, Guinevere, and even Hanuman, quietly observing from the sidelines, ready to assist him.
Rama owed them a great deal.
“If I lose, will you spare my subordinates?”
“For this, I’m willing to stake everything.”
Aslan glanced at Hanuman, whom he had granted near-infinite status, and nodded slightly.
“How about we sign a Gentlemen’s Agreement? No matter who wins, the victor must not hunt the loser’s side.”
“Thank you for your kindness.”
Rama smiled, looking at his subordinates for the last time, then raised his Divine Sword of Salvation.
Though he couldn’t gain the Earth’s support, the burning support of mythology was not weak either!
But seeing Aslan’s mythological support, three times greater than his, along with the Earth’s support…
Rama fell silent.
This was a bit unfair—what was the point of fighting?
(Who exactly is the Devil King here? The more I look, the more it feels like I’m the Devil King.)
Rama gave a bitter smile.
“I’m starting to believe you’re the Savior. Now I’m the Outer Demon God destroying the world.”
“Fighting you, there’s not a shred of hope for survival.”
However, Aslan paused, sighed, and said with great despair.
“How many times have I said, I’m not an Outer Demon God!”
“And now you’re the antagonist, the old man blocking our path!”
“Haha, that’s true. I am indeed that detestable existence.”
Rama laughed, speaking self-deprecatingly.
Unlike the natural evolution of history where patriarchy replaced matriarchy, the Steel Heroes’ plundering of Earth Goddesses in mythology was almost cruel.
Just as the “Steel” in Steel Heroes signifies weapons of war, it was not a praiseworthy act.
