# 1451
Chapter 1452: Shattering of the Divine Temple
Feeling Brahma's fury, Yuanshi Tianzun coldly snorted. The essence of the Heavenly Court between his palms released strands of golden threads that coiled around his fingertips.
His right hand's index and middle fingers came together, shaped like a sword blade. Within the violent pressure of the Supreme God, he tore open a crack. His Taoist robe fluttered in the wind as his steps forward remained steady as Mount Tai.
"The national fortune has been severed. Can you still win this battle of origins?" Yuanshi Tianzun said calmly.
As his palm fell, the golden threads instantly tore through space, colliding with the lotus divine throne beneath Brahma. The two divine origins clashed violently, and the shockwaves nearly shattered the great pillars supporting the Divine Temple's ceiling!
Outside the temple, countless wisps of spiritual energy poured down from the Great Xia Heavenly Court. Sensing the disturbance in the origins, the cry of cranes rang out across the Heavenly Court, piercing through the clouds.
Fine cracks on the surface of the Divine Temple gradually widened into狰狞 gaps. Dense crevices tore through the temple's summit, sending rubble tumbling into the battlefield below, only to be swept into dust by the residual shockwaves from the two clashing origins.
Divine origins were the bond connecting the mythological gods with their mortal Believers. They were intricately linked to national fortune. Now that India's national fortune had been severed by nearly sixty percent, the origins could no longer sustain their original power and continued to decline. In this evenly matched battle of origins, any slight disadvantage would be amplified infinitely by the battlefield's Infinity!
As those golden threads wove together into a sword, a tiny crack appeared on the surface of the lotus divine throne beneath Brahma.
The crack was no larger than a fingernail—insignificant on the entire lotus throne. But for the entire Indian pantheon, it was an enormous blow!
As the origin cracked, vast amounts of faith power surged from the breach. The previously impenetrable Indian pantheon developed a gap, like a single breach in a thousand-mile embankment. Dense cracks spread from this initial fissure, instantly covering most of the lotus divine throne!
The four-faced Brahma's eyes blazed with fury. Under the sweep of the Supreme God's might, small suns containing terrifying power were created from nothingness, yet they were shattered one by one by the countless golden flowers filling the sky.
Yuanshi Tianzun stood above the sea of golden flowers, grasping the Heavenly Court Origin Sword. He spoke calmly:
"Brahma... today, I shall ensure that not a single god of India returns."
BANG—!!
As the tiny sword formed from connected golden threads cut through a corner of the lotus divine throne, the cracks covering it shattered inch by inch, exploding into the void!
The Divine Temple's origin shattered.
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Chennan Pass.
Divine Battlefield.
Within the Indian gods' defense line surging with divine power, five figures charged at the very front, tearing open a gap through sheer force and艰难 advancing toward the mother beasts at the deepest point.
Sun Wukong, Taibi Zhenren, Yuding Zhenren, and Guangchengzi worked together to hold back waves of Indian deities coming to reinforce. Zhou Ping, alone with his sword, charged ahead, attempting to cut a bloody path through the siege of three Chief Gods.
In this reckless counterattack, the Gods of Great Xia had slain more than half of the Indian gods. The remaining Great Xia deities with combat capability gradually formed an encirclement, constantly compressing the space of the surviving Indian gods.
However, these Indian gods seemed determined to protect the mother beasts, clinging to the hope of turning the tide by breaking through Chennan Pass and tying down the Great Xia gods.
A crisp cracking sound echoed from within the Indian gods. Their figures staggered slightly, and their expressions immediately darkened.
They turned to look at the distant [Empty Gate]. Within the swirling mist, an ancient temple was gradually falling apart. Two divine silhouettes rushed out, soaring rapidly toward the celestial heights.
"Their origin has shattered."
Seeing this, Taibi Zhenren's face broke into a joyful smile.
With the divine kingdom's origin lost, all the Indian gods present began losing divine power. Their realms teetered on the brink of collapse!
Seizing the opportunity, Guangchengzi bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of refined blood onto the翻天印. The latter transformed into a streak of light that crashed directly into one of the Chief Gods, shattering its form and opening a path for Zhou Ping!
"Take the chance! They're almost done for!" Guangchengzi shouted at Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping swiftly dodged one Chief God's attack. A resolute light flashed in his eyes. He released the long sword in his grasp. Surging sword intent reinforced the blade, transforming it into a streak of light that slashed toward a Chief God.
At the same time, he closed his eyes and placed his palm on his chest. Beneath his ribs, a琉璃般 heart was beating forcefully.
As a thin wisp of sword energy leaked from his fingertips, piercing through flesh, it gently pricked that heart. A drop of blood seeped from the glass-like heart, radiating a faint silver glow.
The moment this drop of blood appeared, a sword cry rang out from within Zhou Ping. Surging sword energy tore his upper garments apart. Beneath his skin, silver-traced lines resembling sword blades flickered with soft light. His form pierced through the void with a sharp, piercing cry, shooting toward the rear of the Indian gods in an instant.
His figure streaked across the air. A sword shadow wavered within his body.
This was the【Dragon-Elephant Sword】—the vessel bearing his sword laws.
The Dragon-Elephant Sword manifested, instantly tearing through the final Indian Chief God's defense. Within a single breath, it flew over a dozen kilometers. Dense waves of divine power crashed against it, yet all were shattered by this sword's edge.
Several Indian Chief Gods attacked simultaneously yet failed to stop this sword. He had forced his way to the core area where the mother beasts gathered!
Sword laws were inherently designed for slaying gods. The Dragon-Elephant Sword bore Zhou Ping's soul and laws—making it the nemesis of all deities. Only Zhou Ping could break through the final defense under such extreme circumstances and reach the mother beasts.
The Dragon-Elephant Sword trembled gently. Endless waves of sword energy surged forth, instantly shredding the nearest mother beast to pieces. Its body then swept through the air in an arc, piercing the second mother beast's skull.
In the blink of an eye, two mother beasts were slain in an instant, directly erasing half the beast tide at its source. Just as Zhou Ping prepared to slay a third, an invisible ripple spread around him!
Zhou Ping recognized this energy signature. Every time a deity died on the battlefield, this ripple would appear, instantly transporting their corpses into the mouths of the mother beasts to serve as nourishment.
The Dragon-Elephant Sword rapidly changed direction, evading the invisible ripple. The next instant, a jade hand reached out from within the ripple, attempting to grasp the Dragon-Elephant Sword's hilt—but grasped only empty air.
A soft exclamation of surprise sounded from within the ripple.
Just as that jade hand was about to withdraw into the ripple, a woman draped in a flowing gold-purple robe stepped out of the void above, holding a mirror aimed directly at where the ripple was emanating.
"Finally... I caught you." The Queen Mother of the West's eyes narrowed slightly.