I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

Wei Qing’s back was swallowed by the light of the Teleportation Gate.

He appeared in the arena.

At the same time, the Teleportation Gate representing Yao Black’s side rippled as well.

A mass of shadow, pitch black like endless mountain ranges, emerged within the arena.

It was a Giant.

His size was almost comparable to the World Tree.

When He stepped forward, the entire land of the [Battle of the Gods] began to shake violently.

The names of both combatants appeared in the sky over the arena.

Human Race, Divine Realm, Wei Qing.

Yao Black, Creator God, Ymir.

”Ymir.”

Han Zhan softly spoke His name, letting out a long turbid breath.

The order of appearance of the last two Creator Gods was now clear.

The final bout would be Han Zhan versus the World Tree—a destined duel.

Before that, they would watch this one.

”Ymir is the Giant Ancestor; in legend, He seems to be the first Giant to appear in the starry void.”

This time, without waiting for other Saints to ask, Han Zhan took the initiative to speak and explain.

Giant Ancestor.

His Creator God Level power would unquestionably be unimaginably mighty.

Within the arena,

After Ymir locked onto Wei Qing’s position, He did not hesitate in the slightest; His feet suddenly exerted force.

His terrifyingly exaggerated leg muscles seemed as though a single step could crush an entire planet.

Even with the Antique Artifact [Battle of the Gods]’s capacity to endure, such power caused its ground to continually collapse downward.

The shrill creaking sounded like rotten old wood being violently squeezed together by an external force.

Bang bang bang!

The Teleportation Gate behind Ymir was actually collapsing downward as well under this immense recoil.

Wei Qing was a Martial Artist.

After Li Shutong, he was the only pure Martial Artist.

He, too, had ascended to the Divine Realm as a Martial Artist, becoming a unique Martial God.

Just as Atum had lamented earlier, the strength of humans lies in their diversity, in their infinite possibilities.

Whether Wei Qing or Shang Jianyue—given more time, which of them would not have borne the bearing of a Creator?

Sadly, there is no ”if.”

Facing the Giant Ancestor Ymir head-on, Wei Qing’s face shook violently under the force of that single punch.

The surface skin dissolved in an instant, revealing beneath it the fine, bright-red network of blood vessels and muscle fibers.

They, too, dissolved in the very next second.

Only a pale skull remained.

Then, from head to toe.

The Fist Gang of the Giant Ancestor Ymir annihilated all of Wei Qing’s flesh and blood; the remaining skeleton slammed into the planet-sized fist.

Instant kill.

An utterly unsurprising instant kill.

Yet no declaration of Ymir’s victory sounded.

Because that skeleton, blasted far away and deeply embedded in the gray wall by the punch, still had a heart beating within it.

Thump!

Thump!

With each beat, some of the flesh upon the bones regenerated.

When it had beaten nine times, Wei Qing tore himself free from the wall.

He was still alive!

In the Giant Ancestor Ymir’s twin eyes, one burned with a crimson flame, the other with an ice-blue flame.

His blazing eyes turned to the resurrected Wei Qing, and He raised His fist once more.

The second punch, able to smash planets, crashed down again.

”This human god named Wei Qing can last longer.”

The Fu Xi Saint watched the scene in the arena, thoughtful.

He turned his head to look at the silent Yellow Emperor beside him and spoke:

”His heart looks very familiar.”

”Demon God’s Heart,” the Yellow Emperor replied coolly. ”It should be Demon God Chi You’s heart.”

Demon God Chi You, a figure who had once been able to fight Yellow Emperor to a standstill—His Realm and strength had already reached Creator God Level.

His heart was far more than just an Original Dao Soldiers.

”The heart has been activated,” the Nuwa Saint said immediately. ”Only blood above the Divine Realm can activate His heart.”

As they spoke, Wei Qing in the arena had already been pounded eight times in succession by the Giant Ancestor Ymir.

On the eighth punch, even his bones turned to dust and vanished, yet that heart continued to beat.

Just as Ymir was about to swing the ninth punch to shatter that heart—

Dong!

A thunderous crash resounded through the entire arena.

Dong!

Another boom.

Dong, dong, dong, dong!

The thunderous booms grew ever faster, sounding with a pattern that suddenly made one realize they were—heartbeats!

On his ninth Resurrection, Wei Qing suddenly took a step forward.

A great mass of black vapor erupted from his body, shrouding him.

With every step Wei Qing took, a cluster of black vapor appeared at his heart, filling in his divine body.

By the time he had taken the ninth step, the condensed, unscattered black vapor solidified completely, and Wei Qing underwent an earth-shaking transformation, changing from his original form into a Demon God as tall as the Giant Ancestor Ymir, wreathed in blazing black demonic flames!

This was the Demon God Chi You form brought by Chi You’s heart!

The former Creator God Chi You had resurrected within Wei Qing’s body.

At the first instant of Resurrection, the Demon God turned His head toward the stands where the Human Race Saints sat.

There, His lifelong old rival awaited.

The Yellow Emperor’s hand rested lightly upon his sword hilt; the phantom Golden Longsword flickered uncertainly, its world-destruction-level Sword Qi restrained from rampaging.

”He is no longer an enemy.”

The Yellow Emperor spoke, seemingly to his Golden Longsword.

”When a man dies, his lamp is extinguished.”

”Moreover, with foreign foes upon us, every one of the Human Race now has only a single shared mission.”

Upon hearing the Yellow Emperor’s words, the longsword calmed.

Meanwhile, in the arena, seeing a being of the same colossal stature appear before him, the flames in the Giant Ancestor Ymir’s eyes burned hotter still.

”Where are your eyes looking!”

He threw the ninth punch.

Thud～!

The dull sound, even through the protective barriers around the stands, made everyone’s eardrums tremble.

His invincible fist had been blocked.

Not only that—the Demon God formed of black flame bared a mouthful of stark white fangs upon His monstrous visage.

He was laughing.

”Giant Ancestor?”

The Demon God seized Ymir’s wrist, His tone carrying a touch of provocation.

He tilted His head slightly to one side, and in an instant, boundless demonic flames surged ten thousand feet high, staining the sky black.

”Roar!” Provoked, Ymir let out a berserk bellow, wanting to deal with this brazen fool.

But in the very next second, He was horrified to find His feet leaving the ground, His body lifted high overhead.

Then He was brutally, like a filthy rag, slammed into the ground.

Boom!

The entire ground collapsed at once,

And not only that—the bottom of the [Battle of the Gods] was punched through, leaving a massive hole under that terrifying impact.

The Power of Rules flared, and this hole was quickly filled.

Ymir staggered to his feet, not yet fully clear of his daze.

Seeing this, the Demon God across from him idly shook His hand.

He spoke, still in Chi You’s voice:

”Nothing special.”