I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night Chapter 697 - 403: I! Transmigrator! Child of Destiny! 3

Unexpectedly, that young Saint Master possessed the ans to shatter the Holy Land!

What truly pierced Him with sorrow was the near total massacre of the Kui Bull clan’s descendants.

Thankfully, under the ancestors’ protection, a single child remained, ensuring the bloodline was not severed.

He cursed inwardly: "To launch a sneak attack on My Holy Land, wounding gravely—such devious and treacherous scum does not deserve the title of Saint Master... unworthy of power, destined for death!"

"If he truly had courage, if he dared face directly, I would slay him within ten breaths!"

"What a pity that upon My return, I was severely injured. Otherwise, how could I have let him escape?"

"A heavenly opportunity missed—it is truly infuriating!"

The Great Saint of Beishan thought these things, his gaze now clouded in uncertainty.

He had ruled over the Holy Land for many years.

Throughout the years, fragnted ancient visions often erged in His mind.

Yet these scenes were always incomplete, broken beyond assembly—a puzzle dismantled and impossible to unravel, leaving Him unable to uncover the true history of eons past.

Instead, these scattered images perpetually disoriented Him. Even the Primordial Spirit ford from His Bloodline Divine Power now bore streaks of crimson, denying Him clarity.

Since His recent injuries, these visions had grown ever more frequent.

He had to rely on incense offerings to maintain His own sanity.

His gaze grew frenzied, His divine dignity abandoned. Unable to suppress the turmoil within His heart, He exhaled heavily, releasing a breath that transford into stormy wind and clouds.

The tempest carried the Qi Refining Realm Cultivator of the Human Clan and over a thousand boys and girls straight before Him prematurely.

"Greetings, Divine Venerable!"

The Cultivator of the Qi Refining Realm imdiately bowed deeply, then turned to the boys and girls behind him, commanding loudly: "We progressed slowly and were fortunate to receive the Divine Venerable’s rcy, conveyed here by storm and cloud—why do you not bow and thank Him?"

"..."

A chorus of boys and girls fell to their knees, overco with passion.

This was the master of all heaven and earth, the creator of the Human Clan—the Great Saint of Beishan!

To witness the visage of the divine was a privilege none could resist; their hearts surged with exhilaration.

Yet in the next mont, the roiling storm swept over them, casting over a hundred boys and girls skyward amidst their astonishnt.

The Kui Bull tilted its head and opened its maw; over a hundred boys and girls were swallowed whole.

Grievously injured, He did not savor them, nor chew them thoroughly, but gulped them down in one swift motion.

The remaining boys and girls looked on blankly, their minds emptied by shock.

"Incense!"

The Great Saint of Beishan’s voice was icy cold.

He intended to devour all the boys and girls at once.

But gluttony was ill-advised; His current wounds required Him to consu the humans gradually and refine incense each ti.

"Please, Divine Venerable, enjoy the incense!"

The middle-aged man offered forth a sacred vessel in both hands, skillfully employing the Magic thod to direct the gathered incense from within onto the Great Saint of Beishan.

The Great Saint of Beishan revealed a look of satisfaction, refining the incense.

The incense within the sacred vessel exceeded His expectations in quantity.

The thousand-plus boys and girls would likely be insufficient.

When the final remnants of incense were absorbed, a shortfall of over a hundred boys and girls persisted.

However, His eyes drifted to the middle-aged man.

A Qi Refining Realm human—more delectable.

The man had also saved His child, achieving a great rit.

Moreover, he had successfully gathered incense and executed his tasks impeccably.

Thus, He spoke slowly: "For rescuing the young master, you have perford an invaluable service. I grant unto you good fortune."

"Should there be surplus incense remaining, I shall absorb you into My being, allowing you to live as one with the divine, immortal alongside heaven and earth."

"Your wife, children, and elders shall reside in the Temple from then onward, enjoying wealth beyond asure."

"Among your descendants, within three generations, any male may directly succeed as temple guards, while female offspring may ascend the mountain as attendants."

"Your achievents shall shine upon the ancestors and bless your lineage, forever commorated within the Temple."

Saying so, the Great Saint of Beishan swallowed another hundred boys and girls, then refined their Mana.

The middle-aged man rejoiced ecstatically, kowtowing fervently: "Thank you, Divine Venerable, for Your Blessing!"

He raised his head, his eyes alight with fiery zeal.

Soon he summoned forth even more incense, directing it toward the Great Saint of Beishan.

"Hm?"

The Great Saint of Beishan suddenly felt his heart tremble.

He ruled over the Holy Land, isolated from all external threats.

Beyond the confines of the Holy Land, there were no great enemies.

Within the Holy Land, only these feeble humans remained.

Where did this overpowering sense of foreboding co from?

Just as unease gripped His heart, a strange hue of light shimred amidst the stream of incense gushing forth from the sacred vessel!

In an instant, a thunderous on erupted; lightning broke out violently!

BOOM!!!

Thunder guarded His body!

Yet that bizarre hue penetrated the lightning in an instant!

"The God-breaking Mallet?"

The Great Saint of Beishan’s pupils contracted!

This was no ordinary Cultivator of the Qi Refining Realm wielding the God-breaking Mallet!

Within it surged the Mana of an Old God!

Had He been at full strength, by the power of the Holy Land, He would have been unshaken!

Had He been forewarned, He could have resisted!

Had He not been refining incense and blood food, He could have reacted in ti to evade it!

But instead... He was gravely injured, utterly unguarded, and distracted by the refining of incense and blood food!

Thus, this strike pierced through His thunder guard!

It entered His chest and abdon!

It burst through His back!

Scorching blood and lightning spilled across the expanse of the mountain!

The Sky Do was stained crimson, storms and lightning darkened ominously!

A wave of wrath surged outward instantly!

"Limitless blessings, three generations of fortune—I have never bestowed such favor upon any human. How dare you harm ?"

With a sickening splat!

The middle-aged man was flung backward, his body shattered, only his upper torso remained, clinging to life by a thin thread.

The Great Saint of Beishan did not kill him, but stared at him intently, His gaze brimming with lethal malice.

"Your lineage is extinct—what use is blessing three generations?"

The middle-aged man gazed at the god he had worshipped his entire life and laughed aloud, saying: "Beaten into hiding by true humans, and now seeking to reclaim the dignity of your self-declared divinity from us livestock?"

"The Human Clan’s Saint Master need not act personally; using vermin such as alone is enough to slay a god!"

"The Great Saint of Beishan is nothing but a joke!!!"

The middle-aged man laughed maniacally, turning to the boys and girls, shouting in fury: "Run away! He’s going to die! No one will ever turn you into food again..."

The boys and girls stood frozen, unmoved.

An eight-year-old child suddenly broke the silence, picked up a stone, and hurled it toward him!

"Blaspher!"

"Kill him!"

"A demon who seeks to slay the divine!"

"Spit...!"