Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

True·Mount Tai Crushing Down!

The idiom became reality in this moment.

The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak conjured the phantom of Mount Tai, seeking to suppress all who dared oppose him.

Nameless and Ying Zheng were like two tiny insects, easily crushed beneath its weight.

Or like the pitiful Monkey King, tumbling and leaping in vain, unable to escape the Buddha's palm!

"How can they possibly fight back?"

Seeing this, Illya's face paled slightly.

This was a true deity—a chief god, overwhelmingly powerful, strong enough to inspire despair.

Even the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, would stand no chance against him.

Her heart ached more and more for her brother.

He walked through human history, protecting humanity's foundations at all costs, time and again.

Each battle left her heartbroken and pained.

Had it not been for Alaya's revelations, no one would have known someone had been silently safeguarding humanity all along.

"The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak, revered as the foremost of the Five Sacred Mountains, is among the highest-ranking deities in Chinese mythology," Roya remarked, equally awed.

A bona fide chief god, far surpassing most deities.

Now, this god sought to crush everything beneath the weight of Mount Tai itself—a force so overwhelming it seemed hopeless.

Could the combined might of the gods ignite all of human history and reverse the Earth's rotation?

The thought alone was terrifying!

Someone as weak as her couldn't even begin to imagine how to resist.

Thankfully, Nameless had silently shouldered all these calamities.

The more Roya thought about it, the more grateful she felt.

She must have saved the world in a past life to deserve such a peaceful, ordinary life now!

"Unimaginably terrifying," Illya agreed wholeheartedly.

Under the tense gazes of the three little girls,

On the screen,

The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak solidified the phantom of Mount Tai and coldly proclaimed his divine decree:

"By my authority, I sentence your souls to eternal damnation in hell, never to be reborn!"

Beneath his feet, the phantom of hell emerged—countless tortured souls wailing in agony, revealing the horrors of the Nine Nether Hells.

Countless people fell into terror and despair.

One by one, they knelt on the ground, desperately begging for the gods' forgiveness.

Before such divine might, ordinary mortals were utterly powerless!

Nameless raised his head, gazing at the colossal shadow that blotted out the heavens, showing no sign of retreat. "Mere gods—what right do you have to judge humanity?"

Hum—

As energy surged, a bronze cauldron abruptly appeared in his hand.

A square, nine-sided Ding of the Nine Provinces.

Yu the Great of the Xia Dynasty divided the land into nine provinces, commanding each to contribute bronze, which was then forged into nine cauldrons.

Each cauldron was engraved with the famous mountains, great rivers, and the people of its respective province.

From then on, the Nine Cauldrons symbolized the Nine Provinces.

To possess them was to possess the world.

The first, the second… until all nine bronze cauldrons were projected by Nameless, spinning violently around the two figures.

At the same time.

Ying Zheng raised the Heaven-Questioning Sword, pointing it at the gods and rebuking, "Under the vast heavens, there is no land that is not the king's; within the borders of the land, there are none who are not the king's subjects! You gods are nothing more than my vassals!"

The Heaven-Questioning Sword erupted with a deafening roar.

The collective will of the common people of the entire Qin Dynasty converged, forging a single blade—the Sword of the Son of Heaven.

The Son of Heaven, child of the heavens.

And the gods—they too have stolen the authority of the heavens.

BOOM!

The phantom of Mount Tai came crashing down, colliding with the Nine Cauldrons and the Son of Heaven's sword in an impact beyond comprehension.

It was as if all of the Nine Provinces trembled faintly.

Yet, under this tremor, the phantom of Mount Tai failed to pierce through the defense of the Nine Cauldrons!

The spectators, who had been holding their breaths under the overwhelming pressure of Mount Tai, finally exhaled in relief—

-[Damn, that scared the hell out of me! That was a whole damn mountain!]

-[The Nine Cauldrons… Could they be the defensive formation forged by Yu the Great himself, covering the entire ancient China?]

-[But it still might not be enough. The Five Emperors of antiquity have all vanished, proving they all failed!]

-[Surpassing the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors… I think I'm starting to understand why Qin Shi Huang called himself that!]

-[Holy shit, are they really going to slay gods?]

...

"As expected of you!"

The King of Heroes, currently enjoying hotpot, watched this scene in the video with an indescribably complicated mood.

Back in Uruk, this man had snatched the Sword of Rupture from his hands.

Sacrificing everything, he severed the connection between gods and men, granting humanity its freedom.

And in doing so, he sacrificed himself completely.

Even if it had all been a feigned death to deceive him, the King of Heroes had still been willing to help him trap Merlin and forcibly drown the fairy, turning her into "Mari."

Now, seeing this nameless man aiding Qin Shi Huang in ancient China, preparing once again to sacrifice himself to oppose the gods—

How could such a savior of humanity remain nameless?

"Those were truly difficult times," Souma sighed softly.

The ancestral gods and human sovereigns of China's antiquity had all fought tirelessly for humanity, opposing the primordial gods.

Among them, Shennong and the Yellow Emperor allowed humanity to flourish.

Emperor Zhuanxu attempted to sever the connection between heaven and earth, preventing gods from descending to the mortal world—yet ultimately failed.

Yu the Great gathered bronze from across the land, forging the Nine Cauldrons to establish the defense of the Nine Provinces, seeking to oppose the gods.

He succeeded—but only partially.

The desperate struggles of the ancient human sovereigns hastened the decline of the Age of Gods.

Immortals and deities found it increasingly difficult to descend to the mortal world, forcing them to turn on each other in the brutal War of the Gods!

In the video, he sought to use all of this to bring about the complete end of the Age of Gods!

Souma's face was filled with nostalgia as he murmured, "So… can we settle that debt now?"

Two hundred and twenty million in debt—even if he worked himself to death, he'd never pay it off!

"Not a chance! It all belongs to this king!"

Gilgamesh refused without hesitation.

However, the chopsticks that had been poised to snatch the fatty meat from his plate hesitated for a moment before withdrawing.

He'd let him have it… for now.

In the video.

The cold, merciless god wore an expression of surprise for the first time. "So it's the Nine Cauldrons left behind by Yu the Great. Do you truly believe they can oppose the gods?"

"Why not?"

Nameless looked up at the god, his voice dripping with mockery. "If they were truly useless, why haven't you gods descended to the mortal world?"

A single sentence, laced with utter derision.

The Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak's expression grew even colder. "Mortal, you are courting death. The gods will purge this world—your time is running out!"

The phantom of Mount Tai had been his strongest strike, yet it had failed to overcome his opponent.

The fading of the Age of Gods made it increasingly difficult for deities to interfere in the mortal realm.

And then—

This lofty god actually retreated!

-[Holy shit, the god just left?!]

-[Damn, all bark and no bite, turns out to be just a paper tiger!]

-[Paper tiger my ass! That Mount Tai illusion earlier could've wiped out an entire city!]

-[This is terrifying. Are we about to see all the heavenly deities mobilize next?]

...

After the deities departed.

Tamamo-no-Mae looked astonished: "Nameless, you actually had such a trump card?"

The mighty Great Deity of Mount Tai couldn't even temporarily subdue him.

Even accounting for the limitations of the Age of Gods fading, this was an earth-shattering miracle.

Once her shock subsided.

Tamamo-no-Mae swayed her hips as she approached Nameless: "So, would you like to cultivate together with me?"

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