# 1410
Chapter 1411: Descent of the Gods
Thousands of years ago, the Heavenly Court of Great Xia lost a Lingbao Tianzun, and countless ages before, the Indian Temple of Heaven also lost a Shiva deity.
Two Supreme Gods of equal number, both formidable and powerful Chief Gods, both with ancient heritage and accumulated strength—in a one-on-one confrontation of divine kingdoms, only the Heavenly Court and the Temple of Heaven could check each other.
But reality was not merely theoretical discussion.
Although the overall strength of the Heavenly Court and the Temple of Heaven was comparable, the Heavenly Court had a fatal flaw... and that was Great Xia itself.
The vast territorial expanse and staggering population of Great Xia were the Heavenly Court's greatest weakness. To protect all of Great Xia, they had no choice but to disperse their forces across different regions. This meant that regardless of which direction they faced, their combat power would be severely weakened. This was why, to this day, the strategy of the Great Xia deities had always been active offense rather than passive defense.
Active offense would sweep all before it, but passive defense—once pinned down, it would be a dead end!
The Temple of Heaven, conversely, had no such concerns.
Their meager population was concealed within the "Human Enclosure." They dared to open the Temple of Heaven directly into Great Xia's territory precisely because all their forces were gathered in one place.
If one compared the Heavenly Court and the Temple of Heaven to two hammers of similar size, then the Heavenly Court, in order to defend Great Xia, had melted down their hammer and recast it into an iron hoop. Though every aspect was sufficiently hard, if the other hammer struck any single point of the hoop with full force, the hoop would inevitably crack and break at that point.
From the moment the "Void Gate" appeared in the heavens, Great Xia had fallen into absolute disadvantage!
"When the Temple of Heaven first began constructing the 'Void Gate,' the Great Xia deities had already sensed it. Now, the forces from the other war fortresses are rushing here at full speed... however, this still requires time." Yang Jian took a deep breath.
Guan Zhong stared at the dense divine shadows gradually approaching the "Void Gate" from the other side of the sky, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth:
"But we're running out of time."
"No time means we must buy time!"
Yang Jian's palm swept through the air, and the three-pronged double-edged blade automatically settled into his grip. His other hand gently patted the head of the howling Erlang Shen beside him, and in an instant, two bolts of lightning vanished from their original position.
...
The sky.
Before the dark golden "Void Gate," clouds churned across the sea of heavens.
A streak of silver light shot up from the city atop the highest peak of the endless mountain range. Before that towering gate that seemed capable of crushing the very dome of heaven, a figure draped in silver armor, wielding a three-pronged double-edged blade, stepped into the air.
At the same time, divine shadows emerged one after another from the churning mist, crossing through the "Void Gate," like scattered stars dotting the穹顶 above the clouds!
One, two, three... five... ten...
Terrifying Chief God-level divine might descended in succession, countless Lesser Gods swarmed forth. They had three heads and six arms, or were wreathed in Buddhist light, or radiated killing intent that pierced the heavens. They stood at the highest point of the world, looking down upon the mortal realm.
In those divine eyes that seemed devoid of all emotion, beneath that gate that could crush the dome of heaven,
The mountains, the cities, the beings above the clouds... all were as insignificant as ants.
Slash—!!
The three-pronged double-edged blade swept across the cloud sea, carving a vacuum arc hundreds of miles wide through it.
The dim yellow sunlight fell upon the silver armor, reflecting a faint golden glow. That solitary and small figure in silver armor calmly raised his head, his eyes reflecting the reflections of the gods,
"The True Lord of the Source of Marvelous Doctrine stands here—who dares oppress... Great Xia's gods?!"
The steady voice like mountains echoed beneath the heavens. The Fire Virtue Star Lord, the Blessed Celestial Official, the Martial Virtue Star Lord and several other Lesser Gods of the Heavenly Court rose in succession from within Chennan Pass, their expressions solemn as they stood resolutely behind Yang Jian.
Among the countless Indian gods in the heavens, a divine shadow wreathed in sunlight spoke calmly:
"You're the one who killed Indra?"
Several years ago, among the gods who invaded Great Xia alongside Poseidon and Loki, there had been the Thunder God Indra from the Temple of Heaven. He had ultimately been slain by Yang Jian upon his return from the cycle of reincarnation.
"That was me." Yang Jian replied.
"Then... die."
The words fell, and the numerous divine shadows scattered across the heavens descended like meteors. The majestic divine might descended like heavenly punishment from above!
Faced with such a multitude of Indian gods, the mere six or seven Great Xia deities were like eggs hurled against rocks. Even so, there was not a trace of fear on Yang Jian's face. The vertical eye on his forehead opened wide, and fierce battle intent surged冲天而起!
"Those who encroach upon Great Xia—die!!"
Yang Jian bellowed, and powerful divine energy erupted wildly. A massive avatar rose from the mountains, gripping the three-pronged double-edged blade, and slashed toward the countless Indian deities.
Beside him, Erlang Shen barked furiously, its voice swelling against the wind as it followed closely behind!
The howling gale whistled past Yang Jian's ears. Two brilliant attacks of divine energy struck the surface of his avatar. His form faltered momentarily, but his blade never slowed. The avatar endured the combined assault of two Chief Gods and still cleaved the foremost Lesser God clean in two at the waist!
Scalding divine blood poured over the silver battle armor, as if awakening the killing battle intent within Yang Jian's heart. He roared, his speed increasing dramatically once more!
This strike, though it had merely slain one Lesser God, the bloodlust and dominance flowing from his every movement震慑住了 the Indian gods in an intangible way, boosting the morale of the Great Xia side.
As several Great Xia deities charged into battle, streams of ethereal green characters began flowing through the air.
At the peak of Chennan Pass, Guan Zhong—in a baseball cap and plaid shirt—typed rapidly at empty air. Countless lines of code spiraled around him, emanating mysterious light.
As these codes emerged, the descending Indian deities' movement visibly slowed. This was not because their actual speed had decreased, but rather because the distance between them and the earth was being rapidly extended!
During this brief stasis, the positions of the Indian gods became stratified. This stratification of speed swiftly halved the dozen-plus deities that had been bearing down directly on Yang Jian and his companions!
The pressure on Yang Jian lessened drastically. A beam of light erupted from the vertical eye on the avatar's forehead, engulfing the foremost Indian deities. The three-pronged double-edged blade shrieked through the air, and in an instant, another Lesser's head rolled.
However, these deities who had cultivated within the Temple of Heaven for countless ages were not so easily dealt with.
After the brief respite, the gods struck again. Dense beams of divine light bombarded the surface of Yang Jian's Fǎtiān Xiàngdì technique. Ferocious cracks spread rapidly across it!
The divine shadow wreathed in sunlight pierced through the void in an instant, shooting past Yang Jian's side like a golden streak. It directly pierced through the chest of the Martial Virtue Star Lord!
"With just your handful of people... can you even hold us back?"