Chapter 35 Raise the Spear of Rebellion to the God of Creation!
The unwavering Ant King hoisted his spear, aiming it defiantly at the Eyes of God.
"Behold! Today, the Ant King Beiou dares to challenge you, a god!" he declared with resolute determination.
Caressing the Spear of Destiny with reverence, he proclaimed, "You personally fashioned this artifact, which commands dominion over the destiny of all races. Today, I have honed it to sublime perfection. Witness its metamorphic prowess!"
A fierce grin adorned the face of the Ant King as he thundered, "this spear shall undergo a divine transmutation, assuming the form of a blade of divine annihilation, thirsting for the lifeblood of the God of Creation ! See my true essence!"
In a breathtaking instant, the dark Spear of Destiny erupted in a crimson conflagration, its malevolent aura piercing through to celestial heights!
The ant queens on either side recoiled, their forms besmirched with sanguine stains, impelled to retreat hastily.
To linger amidst this awe-inspiring, lethal aura would undoubtedly invite inexorable demise!
Beyond the altar, a valiant member of the ant clan tremulously transcribed history:
"The world bore witness to the Supreme Ant King's erection of the Temple of Heaven, bestowing sacrificial homage upon the divine, gathering the fortuity of the entire lineage and the cosmos, successfully kindling a divine flame, and ascending to the throne of a true god!
"The omnipotent gaze of the God of Creation fixated upon the newly birthed deity, whose hands clenched with unwavering determination around the Spear of Destiny. The ethereal weapon radiated a potent aura of rebellion, brimming with a resolute energy that dared to challenge the very fabric of the heavens and defy even the celestial entity itself!"
"Very well! This deity shall grant you what you desire!" Jiang Ping exclaimed, rising abruptly from the sofa, his resonant voice traversing the realms, reaching the primordial world!
Irrespective of the Ant King's audacious nature, Jiang Ping esteemed his valor sufficiently to confront him. Hence, Jiang Ping opted to manifest his true form, paying homage to this legendary sovereign!
Within the primordial realm, billowing clouds and swirling mist veiled the tumultuous fabric of time and space, causing the Eye of God above the altar to wane. The Ant King clutched the blood-stained god-slaying spear firmly, anticipating the imminent arrival of the the God of Creations true form!
A radiant beam of nine-colored sunlight pierced through the inky shroud, illuminating the dimmed cosmos. Before the astounded witnesses, an imposing figure emerged from transcendent domains.
Upon his arrival, countless luminous glimmers danced, ethereal creatures manifested in jubilant revelry, and magnificent lotus flowers adorned the celestial realm—an awe-inspiring divine display beyond words.
His colossal stature transcended the boundaries of the world, instilling awe that compelled billions of ravenous ants to bow their heads in profound veneration.
Yet, as the Ant King raised his spear, a derisive snort escaped his lips, unsettling his subjugated brethren.
"What import does the God of Creation bear? Today, thou art naught but a colossal beast!" the Ant King snarled, his voice tinged with an icy resolve. Defying the heavens from his very inception, he had vanquished queen ants without heed for the world and its trappings.
Even though this is the biggest gamble he has ever made, he still regards it as a brand new hunt, but this time the prey is terrifyingly powerful!
Jiang Ping came across the two worlds, before he could stop in the world, the ant king stepped on his legs hard, and his whole body turned into a whirlwind, crossing thousands of kilometers, stabbing Jiang Ping in the sky!
His speed was so frightening that before everyone could react, they saw the Ant King and the God of Creation begin.
Jiang Ping arched an eyebrow, his voice dripping with amusement. "Impressive speed. It's almost as if you can tear through space and teleport. No wonder you dared to challenge me."
However, thanks to the aid of Genesis, within the realm he had created, Jiang Ping was virtually omniscient and omnipotent! At his mere thought, time and space could come to a halt. Before the Ant King could react, Jiang Ping swiftly extended his right hand, pressing his thumb against his middle finger, and flicked with precision.
Crack! A thunderous sonic boom cloud materialized between the Ant King and Jiang Ping's index finger, propelling the tiny monarch even faster than before. The colossal force sent the Ant King hurtling to the edge of the world, leaving behind an enormous rift in the sky as if a scar had been etched upon it.
"Where is our king? Where is he?" quivered the ant queens, their frail strength insufficient to perceive the depth he had fallen.
Jiang Ping's face remained impassive as his gaze stretched far into the distance, fixating on the point where he had just banished the Ant King, causing him to plummet into the depths of the ocean. The impact of the fall gave rise to innumerable surging waves, unleashing a cataclysmic tsunami that engulfed the nearby continents.
"Ha!" The Ant King heaved himself up in the dark abyss, blood spewing from his mouth. His crimson eyes blazed intensely amidst the darkness, fixated on the heavens with an unyielding glare.
With a single stride, the abyssal trench shifted, forcing a submarine volcano to succumb to the pressure and erupt. Transforming into an obsidian streak, the Ant King propelled himself towards the altar once more!
As he observed the minuscule black dot hurtling towards him, Jiang Ping couldn't help but draw a parallel between this confrontation and Brother Hou's battle against Tathagata Buddha.
"Quite reminiscent, indeed. Now, I assume the role of the grand adversary, while this Ant King who challenges me plays the valiant warrior," Jiang Ping mused in his mind. Unfortunately, reality was merciless. Warriors who challenged mighty adversaries had a 99.9% chance of failure, with only a select few survivors destined to become legends.
Monkey Sun was fated never to locate the Wuzhi Mountain of the Tathagata Buddha!
In a matter of seconds, the Ant King returned from the ends of the Earth, his chaotic appearance belying an undiminished fervor. Jiang Ping regarded the defiant offspring with equanimity. Despite his recent blow, the divine form the Ant King had just manifested had begun to deteriorate rapidly.
Cracks spidered across the once radiant carapace, the runes fading one after another. Even the nine-nine-song runes etched upon the Stone Slate of Truth had suffered considerable damage.
Yet, the bloodied Ant King locked eyes with Jiang Ping, his unyielding spirit refusing to submit.
Jiang Ping, his colossal form standing resolute amidst the stars, remained motionless.
Startled, the Ant King's bloodshot eyes swelled, and in an instant, his entire figure vanished. The sky was suddenly ablaze with afterimages, a testament to the Ant King's relentless assault in search of weaknesses against Jiang Ping's gargantuan frame.
"So, you plan to exploit my colossal form and continue your relentless onslaught?" Jiang Ping remarked calmly, his eyes effortlessly tracking the Ant King's movements.
The assault commenced from Jiang Ping's feet, a thousand strikes in a blink of an eye. Yet, Jiang Ping's immortal form remained impervious. In this realm, there existed no substance capable of inflicting harm upon him. Jiang Ping observed the Ant King's attacks with an icy detachment.
The disparity between the Ant King and Jiang Ping was immense, rendering the hundreds of millions of devouring ants mere spectators. Within five seconds, the Ant King struck Jiang Ping's chest, finally prompting a response.
Snap! With a swift motion, Jiang Ping's hand transformed into a colossal palm, dictating its dissatisfaction with a resounding slap. The sky darkened instantaneously as the divine radiance emanating from the giant palm enveloped everything. The Ant King's body swelled, his bloodshot eyes almost dripping with blood.
Kill! The Ant King clenched the spear tightly with both hands, hoisting it high. His body transformed into a cyclonic vortex, resembling a cone-shaped hurricane as he bore down upon the giant palm.
The moment the divine-lit giant palm made contact with the Ant King, a deafening explosion shook the heavens and the earth, plunging the world into chaos once more. Jiang Ping's decisive slap sent the Ant King hurtling skyward, creating a series of tremors and opening a small, unfathomable abyss. In the face of Jiang Ping, the Ant King resembled a newborn ant, utterly defenseless.
At that moment, Jiang Ping couldn't help but yearn to bellow with dominance: "A thousand incantations, myriad supernatural powers, infinite avenues—can any of them withstand a single palm?" He peered into the abyss beside the altar. "Invincible in battle, subjugating all races, reigning over the world, and crafting countless myths. Why, then, does the Lord of this World find himself so impotent before the Creator God?" The disparity between them was insurmountable. Even the most simple-minded worker ants could discern the glaring difference.
A resonant voice, exuding unbridled dominance, emerged from the depths of the abyss, growing steadily louder. "Only an opponent of this caliber can ignite the fire within me and provide a true challenge!"