This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 517 - 515: The Candle Dragon Approaches, West Wind Causes Trouble!

If Old Qiu knew that the martial arts supreme skill, Destroying Cloud Technique, he created could appear on such an occasion and deliver such power, he would surely feel incredibly comforted.

When Wu Wang launched the Destroying Cloud Technique with all his might, it actually just broke through the clouds. It was the Martial God who secretly took action, forcing the gods to show themselves.

Even if those Innate Gods stood still and let him attack, Wu Wang's incarnation at this moment would hardly cause them any injury.

But what he wanted was exactly this momentum!

The expressions of those dozen or so Innate Gods were somewhat awkward. They stood far away on the clouds, unable to advance or retreat.

Wu Wang calmly returned to his seat, sitting next to Jin Wei.

A few burly Divine Generals cast friendly glances at Wu Wang, with several stalwarts secretly giving him a thumbs-up.

[Goodwill from the Martial Artists].

The Martial God also revealed a satisfied smile. He raised his eyebrows at Wu Wang before shifting his gaze to the 'leading god' among those Innate Gods and slowly standing up from his seat.

Huge swathes of fiery clouds appeared in the sky.

A pressure, as if it could overturn heaven and earth, surged out from the Martial God!

This burly man, who was usually all laughs, now seemed like the ruler of this world!

His majesty was inviolable.

His dignity was not to be challenged.

"Yinyinhu," the Martial God said indifferently, "since you have come, why hide?"

Wu Wang cast a curious glance at the leading Divine Spirit.

This Strong God had a slightly broad face and a thin figure. He looked as if a gust of wind could blow him off the clouds. The essence of the Great Dao around him seemed related to wind, showing a murky aquamarine hue.

He had a prominent nose and pale lips. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. He wore a black cloak that made his complexion appear as pale as plaster.

West Wind God Yinyinhu!

He was a well-known veteran Strong God from the Outer Sky, a staunch supporter of Candle Dragon. His own Divine Realm was a scene of dire straits.

Yinyinhu's lips parted, his voice enveloping a thousand-mile radius.

"I have only come to ask the Martial God one thing. Why did you send invitations to all gods but uniquely omit me? What, does the Martial God look down upon me?"

About to explode in anger?

The initially cordial expression on the Martial God's face had completely turned cold.

Had it been another Divine Spirit, they might have exchanged some pleasantries with Yinyinhu at this point. But the Martial God was, after all, the Martial God. Not mincing words, he said directly, "You all know very well why I invited everyone here. You and I have fought side by side before, but now we have each made our choices. What's the point in playing dumb?"

A single word: firm!

"Choices?"

Yinyinhu scoffed coldly, "What? As a subject of His Majesty Candle Dragon, is the Martial God now openly rebelling, committing insubordination?"

"Above and below, isn't it just about who has the bigger fist?" the Martial God said indifferently. "This 'ruler and subject' has no true legitimacy; that position belongs to whomever is stronger. Are you here today to provoke me?"

Yinyinhu frowned, glaring at the Martial God.

Soon, he managed a slight smile and said calmly, "Martial God, why must we make our relationship so tense? The grand competition of the Martial God World, held once every fifty years – who doesn't know of it? I've invited friends here today simply to watch the event and bolster the Martial God's prestige. What, does the Martial God not even have the courage to let us in?"

With a wave of his hand, the Martial God said, "Shield, go move a mountain peak to make a grandstand for our guests."

"Yes."

Wu Wang saw a [small hill] stand up beside the Martial God.

The Shield God stood up, surveyed a peak thousands of miles away, and drew it over with a wave of his hand. With a pinch of his fan-like palm in the air, he shaped the mountain into a cone.

The twelve immortal islands on the perimeter of the Sword Inquiry Pool slowly shifted. They made room for this thirteenth immortal island, positioning it directly to the south.

The beings below were so shocked they were beyond words, continuously prostrating themselves in worship towards the Martial God.

The young Martial Artists were invigorated, their eyes filled with fervor.

This was the power they aspired to!

Countless gazes converged on Yinyinhu and the other gods. The powerful psychic force of the beings seemingly formed a barrier, making the expressions of these Divine Spirits quite unpleasant.

In a corner, Wu Wang crossed his arms, a few doubts arising in his heart.

Something was not quite right.

Yinyinhu leaning towards Candle Dragon had not been outside Wu Wang's expectations – the Heavenly Dao had long observed that the assemblage of Wind Gods had been in close contact with Candle Dragon.

But for the other party to show up so easily almost amounted to giving up the chance of a surprise attack.

Whenever Emperor Shun planned something, he loved to make multiple preparations and to follow a certain tune of 'unexpected yet reasonable.'

Since anyone could anticipate that Candle Dragon, Emperor Shun, would send people to cause trouble at the Martial God competition… is it possible that their target is not the Martial God?

Grandpa?

Wu Wang pondered carefully, and a series of speculations arose in his heart. He immediately began to contact his grandpa.

His mother was still trapped. If his grandpa were captured by Candle Dragon again, their side would find itself in a somewhat passive position.

Moreover, without the protection of the Eternal Mystic Ice, if he were swallowed by Candle Dragon in one gulp…

'Grandpa? Grandpa?'

Wu Wang's Divine Soul kept calling out to that small droplet.

He glanced at Yinyinhu and the other gods but noticed they had no reaction, which somewhat eased his mind.

"Hmm… GURGLE GURGLE GURGLE…" The voice of the Water God, through the tiny droplet, reached directly to Wu Wang's incarnate Divine Soul. "Is there an emergency?"

"You must first take the Goddess of Fortune and hide," Wu Wang said bluntly, briefly describing the situation in the Martial God World.

Wu Wang said, "I understand Emperor Shun. Having had a series of overt and covert fights with him up until today, I have almost completely figured out how he schemes. Yinyinhu came to the Martial God World with more than a dozen Innate Gods. This could very well be a feint, with the real target possibly being just you, Grandpa.

There are three reasons for this speculation.

First is the Water Dao of the Five Elements Gods.

Second, Emperor Shun harbors hatred against me in his heart, which he may likely transfer to you.

And third, Emperor Shun sees the combination of the Water and Martial Gods as the greatest threat to his unification of forces from the Outer Sky. This Martial God World competition gives Emperor Shun an opportunity to distract the Martial God's attention… Grandpa, are you listening?"

"Yes, yes," the Water God said with feeling. "Cang Xue taught you well."

Wu Wang: …

Did he actually listen, or not?

The Water God said with a laugh, "Don't worry. I've made two decoys, made to look like me and little Nu, and placed them in the Water God's Temple. Actually, we both snuck out three days ago."

Three!

Wu Wang was suddenly at a loss for words.

The Water God cheerfully explained, "When you work beside an oppressively powerful deity like Candle Dragon, you have to be extra cautious. Don't worry about me; just take good care of that Martial God. I didn't just sneak out early; I also arranged for little Nu to be in another secure location and didn't stay with her. Little Nu is, after all, Candle Dragon's daughter. I naturally have some reservations about her, and she understands that. Also, you must take care of yourself and don't let anything restrict you. Act decisively when you must. The Eternal Mystic Ice is indestructible; they can't do much to Cang Xue. After all, it took me countless years to find a suitable place for her to entrust her Divine Soul core."

Wu Wang: …

Honestly, are all Water Gods' minds this full of twists and turns?

Wu Wang's Divine Soul sighed silently. After chatting with his grandpa for a bit, he quietly severed the connection.

That was a needless worry!

Thinking about it, Emperor Shun had it tough, too. First, his mentality had been broken by Emperor Fuxi, turning a good Heavenly Emperor into someone with a twisted psyche. Then, he had been outwitted by his own Zhong Ling, losing his position as Heavenly Emperor at an unprecedented speed. Now, having possessed Candle Dragon, he was trying to turn the tables with the Dao of Chaos, yet he faced opponents who were as slippery as eels... cough, seasoned Innate Gods.

He was truly in a class of his own.

Wu Wang adjusted his mindset and focused entirely on the situation at the Sword Inquiry Pool.

If Emperor Shun were to come up empty-handed at his grandpa's, he might still have follow-up plans...

「Meanwhile, in the Water God's Temple.」

Several subordinate gods of the Water God gathered for a drink, murmuring about the many strange events concerning the current situation between Heaven and Earth.

Outside the Water God's Temple, a middle-aged man shrouded in a hazy fog was frowning at the 'decoys' of the Water God and the Goddess of Fortune.

This was the human form of Candle Dragon.

This fog attracted no attention from any creature or Divine Spirit. The Sea Clan elites patrolling outside the Water God's Temple were completely for show.

The middle-aged man began muttering to himself.

"The Water God is so slippery. Where has he gone?" (This was Emperor Shun, the original consciousness.)

Then, a different voice, deeper and filled with ancient resentment, seemed to echo from the same form, "Ha, you are indeed too naive. The Water God's schemes are far beyond yours, Emperor Shun, oh Emperor Shun! If only I had heeded the Water God's advice back then and strangled you in the cradle, would there be today's disaster!" (This, of course, was Candle Dragon—now a featured addition to Emperor Shun's Divine Soul 'family package'.)

The entity now commonly referred to as 'Candle Dragon' snorted coldly, its expression suddenly turning somewhat bitter as a third voice, perhaps a fragment of another trapped soul, whimpered, "Both of you are great Heavenly Emperors, why must you quarrel with Wu Wangzi, a newcomer? Can't we shake hands and make peace, governing our own domains?"

"Shut up!" 'Candle Dragon's' expression turned savage.

Then, a shift. Its face reflected fear as another voice, perhaps Emperor Shun trying to reason, said, "Why do you need to scare him? Fu Xi, old friend, what do you think?"

A faint, weary voice, unmistakably Fu Xi's, murmured, "I am nothing but..."

"I could swallow the whole heaven and earth right now!" 'Candle Dragon' roared, overriding the others.

It fell silent for a bit, then said, "You can't do it. The Heavenly Dao would suppress you beforehand. You underestimate the power of the Heavenly Dao."

"Ha! No matter how the Dao of Order evolves or changes, it is nothing but a counterpart to the Dao of Chaos. As long as I continue to push forward with my current plans, the Dao of Chaos will eventually become the nemesis of order!"

"But you can no longer find the Water God. Stop deceiving yourself."

After mumbling this, 'Candle Dragon' fell silent again. After a long while, it said, "The Dao of the Water God is not essential, merely optimal. Since he has gone into hiding, I will have to see if the Martial God can withstand my assault."

"The Martial God is Emperor Suiren's brother. You harbor a deep-seated fear of Emperor Suiren. You are doomed to lose this game," a voice, likely Emperor Shun's, taunted from within.

"Useless Emperor Shun! Bullied by a mere clan of mortals to such an extent! Don't you feel suffocated?" 'Candle Dragon' raged, its primary persona taking over.

"Humph! If it were you, you might have been wiped out by those mortals long ago," Emperor Shun retorted internally.

"HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! A failure is a failure! Chased by a wet-behind-the-ears brat like a stray dog! Let me devour your Divine Soul and Dao! I promise to avenge you! How about it? How about it!"

"Be quiet, little earthworm," a calm, almost floral-scented voice interjected – perhaps the Flower God, also trapped within.

"Worthless! Worthless Flower God!"

HUM—

The grey mist vanished in an instant. The sea area became eerily quiet, as if no figure had ever appeared here.

...

"Good!"

"Well fought, Sword!"

「It was midday at the Martial God's Sword Domain.」

On the grounds of the Sword Inquiry Pool, over a hundred 'young' Martial Artists were fighting each other, vying for points in the first ranking match.

Although the Martial God himself was a bit of a simpleton, his subordinate gods were indeed quite capable.

The rules for the great competition had been set by the Spear God to fully reflect the comprehensive strength of the Divine Realms and were quite intricate.

First came the ranking matches.

Each Divine Realm sent twelve Martial Artists, and each had to fight three times, with three points for a win, one point for a draw, and no points for a loss.

Then, based on the total combined scores of the twelve Martial Artists, a Divine Realm ranking list was produced. Different additional final points were awarded according to rank, and an initial ranking was determined.

Following the ranking matches were the eliminations. Each Divine Realm sent seven Martial Artists to compete. The Martial Artists were completely mixed up and drew lots. If they drew someone from their own realm, they re-drew. They then fought in pairs on the platform...

These procedures, once completed, resulted in a fairly fair and just Divine Realm ranking.

With such a system in place, it became unrealistic for a Divine Realm to rely on a single 'hero' to turn the tides.

When Wu Wang had previously seen the specifics of the competition's format, it had immediately quashed any thoughts he had of participating.

The old heads of the Great Martial Academies from the Luili Realm were sitting below, in charge of troop arrangements. This made Wu Wang's job as leader quite carefree.

[In ancient times, the Eastern Emperor was known for the art of delegation.]

Wu Wang occasionally glanced at the gods on the opposite immortal island, pondering the potential variables that could arise next.

Jin Wei had no interest in these matters and was so bored that she was almost falling asleep.

Before long, a voice transmission from the Goddess of Liuli entered Wu Wang's ears, "Qing Shan, be careful. I have a feeling these Divine Spirits have malicious intentions. Four or five of them on the opposite side have looked your way numerous times. They possibly see you as a bargaining chip to threaten the Martial God. Consider how to deal with what's coming next; don't shy away, but also don't be overly rigid."

Wu Wang nodded subtly without changing his expression and immediately adopted a thoughtful demeanor.

Just then, Wu Wang's Dao heart shuddered violently!

A sense of being watched; a strong sense of being watched!

It was as if the secret of his incarnation was about to be seen through by a powerful enemy lurking in the shadows. This incarnation was on the brink of exposure!

DANG!

Suddenly, a bell sounded. Wu Wang's Divine Soul immediately calmed; the phantom of the Eastern Emperor's Bell appeared within his incarnate soul.

A breeze blew by, and Wu Wang felt a chill on his back; his clothes had already been soaked with sweat.

"Master," the voice of Zhong Ling rang in Wu Wang's heart, "From the southwest direction, in the midst of the spectator crowd. Do not look their way; making eye contact could cause problems."

"Candle Dragon?"

"Hmm, Candle Dragon's body, as well as two Divine Souls."

With her crisp feminine voice, Zhong Ling answered, "He had come up empty-handed at the Water God's place. Somewhat in a fit of rage, he had come directly here. It had to be said that Emperor Shun had been too impatient this time. Actually, it was because the Heavenly Dao was developing too fast. He couldn't completely suppress Candle Dragon in time, nor could he make thorough arrangements in the Outer Sky. He could only attempt to quickly strengthen the Dao of Chaos there. This link followed another, and our master's advantages had, in turn, become even greater."

"Don't show any flaws. Let us not communicate for the moment."

Wu Wang responded in his heart and continued to feign deep thought. The obedient Zhong Ling said no more.

The situation that day had become somewhat unclear.

Candle Dragon lurked in the shadows, while Yinyinhu was out in the open. If they were to attack the Martial God that day, how could the Martial God alone contend?

I still need to make preparations for both outcomes.

Although initiating the battle today isn't the best timing, control must be kept in our own hands!

When a decision is needed, make it!

At that moment, Wu Wang directed a strand of his spiritual mind back to his main body and lightly shook the Heavenly Emperor's Jade Talisman.

Within the Celestial Court, more than ten Strong Gods who had passed the Heavenly Dao's inspection immediately halted their affairs. They converged towards the Heaven and Earth Seal.

In the Human Domain, Shen Nong stepped out of the mountain hut and disappeared into thin air.

In the Blood Sea beneath the earth, the Grand Elder left his 'Wonderful House.' He was surrounded by three Slaughter Dao artifacts. Closing his eyes, he felt the Slaughter Dao, ready at any moment to open the boundaries of the Blood Sea and actively provide the Heavenly Dao with the Power of Merit.

All the strong beings of the Heavenly Dao awaited the command of the Eastern Emperor.

...

「Outer Sky, Martial God World.」

The competition in the Sword Inquiry Pool was in full swing. The cheers of the beings were unceasing, and the strength of the contestants chosen by the various Divine Realms had also become clear. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

This time the Luili Realm had made some progress and was ranked around the eighth or ninth position.

The effect of the divine Martial Arts class was quite good.

If everything went smoothly and no major upheaval occurred in this grand competition, then for the next fifty years, the Luili Realm would be able to secure enough resources to sustain its current population.

Of course, the final ranking would also depend on the striving will of the Luili Realm's Martial Artists...

After another hour or two, behind the West Wind God, Yinyinhu, a Goddess finally stood up.

She revealed her own Great Dao, which belonged to the Golden Dao. Her Dao's rhyme felt sharp, which somewhat contrasted with her coquettish appearance.

The venue suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The Goddess chuckled a few times and then said softly, "Watching these beings spar is truly a bit boring, isn't it, Martial God?"

The Martial God frowned deeply, raising his head to look at this Goddess.

The latter subconsciously took a half step back, her face turning pale. Yet, she still bravely faced the Martial God's pressure and said with a laugh, "We've all heard that the Martial God has taken a young disciple. He seems to be here as well, doesn't he? He even landed a punch on us earlier. How about inviting the Martial God's disciple to make an appearance? Coincidentally, I also took a disciple recently. I'd be bold enough to have him spar with the Martial God's disciple. What do you say?"

The Martial God frowned, "My disciple has just started his cultivation. There's no need for him to come out and embarrass himself."

Wu Wang showed an expression of profound agreement.

The Goddess laughed, "It's just a friendly spar. Could it be that the Martial God is afraid?"

"Are you asking for death?"

The Martial God roared in anger, his voice like a chilling wind from the netherworld.

The Goddess hastily bowed her head, not daring to meet the Martial God's gaze.

Yinyinhu beside her laughed, temporarily deflecting the Martial God's pressure as he stood up and looked towards the Martial God.

Yinyinhu's voice spread throughout the venue once more, "The Martial God is known for his fierce and resolute reputation. Could it be that your disciple has become a delicate flower in a pot? Does even the Martial God have times when he is afraid of battle?"

The Martial God remained silent.

The beings from all over the Sword Inquiry Pool looked up at the Martial God together.

The 'young' Martial Artists on the stage also stopped their duels, looking towards the immortal island above with complex expressions.

Wu Wang looked at the Martial God. After their eyes met, he nodded slightly.

The Martial God said, "Qing Shan, since these Divine Spirits wish to see you in action, you might as well show them a thing or two. Remember to wear your armor. If you get scuffed, bumped, or injured, hmph! They will be the ones who are unlucky!"

"Disciple obeys."

Wu Wang stood up tall, a sheathed Longsword appearing in his hand.

At the same time, he distinctly felt the gaze of Candle Dragon, Emperor Shun, fall upon him once more.