I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1451: The First of a Hundred Days

Zhong Qing's gaze held a touch of emotion as Lu Benwei offered a slight smile.

"I happened to have some spare time and decided to come have a look."

Upon hearing these nonchalant words, Zhong Qing stood respectfully at the side, his expression tinged with shame.

"Thank you for your timely assistance."

"Had you not arrived, I fear even another few years of effort wouldn't have allowed me to break through this barrier. I am truly ashamed and feel I have failed to uphold Master's expectations..."

Lu Benwei observed the current Zhong Qing, his eyes taking in the young man's physique.

The young man had grown significantly taller and more robust. His golden hair seemed to emanate an extraordinary aura, already hinting at his former imposing presence. Witnessing this, Lu Benwei gave a subtle nod, a sense of pride evident in his eyes.

Before Zhong Qing could continue, Lu Benwei gently raised a hand, interrupting him.

"Eldest Young Master, there is truly no need for such self-reproach."

"When a young eagle hasn't yet reached its full strength, what shame is there in falling behind a mere wild pheasant? If you were in your prime, these insignificant pests wouldn't even be worth a single breath!"

Only then did Zhong Qing incline his head, a noticeable improvement in his demeanor.

Subsequently, Lu Benwei's gaze shifted to the faintly shimmering barrier in the distance. A single glance allowed him to perceive the chaotic scene unfolding within, prompting a sigh of disdain.

"Back then, you were compelled to relinquish your divine status, and these individuals seized the opportunity. By merely refining a minuscule fraction, about ten-thousandth, of your divine essence, they barely managed to ascend to common divine ranks. These fellows are truly pathetic."

"With such meager capabilities, they dare to proclaim themselves gods, establish this so-called 'Other Shore of the Gods,' and erect such a barrier in a bid to contain divine power. How ludicrous."

"They are nothing more than cowards, lurking in the shadows, too afraid to face the world, yet remarkably adept at self-aggrandizement!"

"Gods? Do they even qualify for such a title?"

"Hmph..."

With a cold snort, Lu Benwei unleashed a casual punch, effortlessly dismantling the formidable restriction before him.

The barrier that Zhong Qing had struggled against for an extended period, yielding no progress, proved as fragile as cobwebs against Lu Benwei's might. A mere touch, and it disintegrated into nothingness.

"Whoosh!"

As the barrier dissolved, the concealed, darkened realm unveiled its true form.

Lu Benwei promptly guided Zhong Qing forward, and in a matter of moments, they crossed the threshold into this hidden domain.

The duo traversed vast expanses of dense forests, a distance spanning thousands of miles. They could distinctly sense the overwhelming abundance of spiritual energy permeating this world. Improbably potent, high-level spiritual herbs and immortal elixirs grew prolifically across the mountains and plains, akin to common weeds, entirely disregarded.

After flying for several moments, having witnessed an array of treasures and peculiar phenomena without encountering a single soul, the environment gave the impression of an unclaimed territory.

Lu Benwei abruptly halted his movement, interlaced his hands behind his back, and surveyed the desolate expanse.

"How much longer do you intend to persist in hiding!"

A powerful, resounding shout reverberated throughout the realm. Wherever the echoes traveled, there was no escape, no possibility of concealment!

Finally.

Innumerable figures materialized from every conceivable direction. A cascade of formidable auras progressively converged upon Lu Benwei, a dense multitude assembling on the ground, their countenances etched with trepidation.

Standing in silent anticipation for a prolonged period, the assembled crowd exchanged uncertain glances, hesitant to speak. They surreptitiously observed the diminutive skeletal figure suspended in the sky, their eyes betraying a profound sense of panic.

Witnessing their utterly timid disposition, Lu Benwei launched into a tirade from his vantage point in the sky!

"You lot are nothing more than gutter rats, content to scurry in the muck. You settle for the lowly status of Lesser Gods for your entire existence, lacking even the courage to aspire to Intermediate Divinity!"

"You cling so desperately to this minuscule measure of status and power that you sequester yourselves here, afraid to show your faces, terrified that someone might usurp your positions!"

"What a collection of cowards, not a single one among you possesses any true fortitude!"

"This is patently a den of cowards. You live in constant fear, which is why you've pooled your collective strength to erect a defensive restriction. Yet, you have the audacity to claim residence on the 'Other Shore of the Gods.' You're even deceiving yourselves; it's utterly preposterous!"

As his denunciations echoed, a significant number of the gods visibly lowered their heads, shame reflected in their eyes.

Conversely, a segment of them reacted with indignant pride, lifting their gazes in a defiant retort!

"Damn it!"

"What is this insufferable sarcasm! Regardless of anything else, we are genuine deities. By what right do you..."

Before the words could even finish, that individual was reduced to mere dust and annihilated by a solitary finger strike!

"Trash..."

With a simple, offhand gesture, a Lesser God met their end, possessing the fragility of an ant.

Those few indifferent words dealt a severe blow to the confidence of the remaining gods. The earth began to tremble violently, and shouts of alarm erupted in succession!

"How can this be!"

"How could you possibly possess such cultivation? Are you perhaps an Intermediate God?!"

Terror and disbelief mingled, causing the eyes of the gods to shake uncontrollably. Even those few gods who had harbored dissatisfaction moments before now displayed a profound, ingrained light of dread in their gazes!

However.

As Lu Benwei's gaze swept down, taking in the shocked expressions of the gods below, the disdain in his eyes intensified.

"Intermediate God?"

"In your judgment, is that considered immensely powerful?"

He posed the question casually, crossing his arms and looking down upon the entire scene with an air of absolute dominance!

"What sort of insignificant trash is worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as your Grandfather?"

"Your Grandfather holds the Supreme Divine Position, bearing the title of the God of Eternal Calamity!"

With a single, resonating declaration, the pupils of everyone present constricted in shock!

Before anyone could even formulate a response, Lu Benwei had already casually raised his right hand, transforming his five fingers into a palm and pressing downward from the heavens!

Instantly!

The more than a thousand Lesser Gods on the ground shuddered. They felt an immense pressure, like countless stars bearing down upon their heads, rendering them incapable of even lifting their gaze. One by one, they collapsed onto their knees, drenched in a cold sweat!

"Bang! Bang!"

Within the span of a single breath, all thousand-plus gods were brought to their knees, utterly subdued by that skeletal palm strike!

The gods who had entertained various thoughts just moments ago, upon hearing the name 'Eternal Calamity' and witnessing such terrifying might, no longer dared to harbor any delusions. They lay prostrate on the ground, trembling uncontrollably!

Suddenly.

The world fell into a silence as profound as a hibernating insect. The oppressive aura was so intense it felt suffocating!

Even with a thousand gods assembled, not a single soul dared to utter a sound!

Until Lu Benwei's voice lazily broke the stillness.

"The one who threw that punch earlier, crawl out here for your Grandfather!"

As his words echoed, the overwhelming pressure descended once more, even more terrifying than before. Many of the gods were already pressed flat, their breathing becoming shallow and hesitant.

Only a single figure crawled and rolled towards the front of the assembly, continuously kowtowing with sweat pouring down like rain!

"My Lord, please forgive me, My Lord, please forgive me!"

"This humble god was unaware of Your Lordship's arrival and offended you through momentary ignorance. I implore Your Lordship for mercy!"

This particular god proved to be quite perceptive. His plea for mercy marked him as a wise individual who understood the circumstances. He had been incredibly imposing just a moment ago, but now, he lowered himself to the extreme, daring not to harbor the slightest complaint. He was truly capable of bending and stretching to the very limit.

Lu Benwei regarded him with a slight appraisal, a playful smile gracing his lips.

"Oh?"

"You're not entirely useless, I suppose. Considered slightly stronger trash, perhaps."

"As the sole Intermediate God present, you do possess a modicum of petty cunning. To evade the impending great war, you gathered a mob in this desolate place to play the role of a local emperor. A rather clever scheme, I must admit."

Though his words were clearly laced with mockery, the tension in the entire scene thickened considerably.

The Intermediate God prostrating at the front was so terrified that his body sank even lower, his head nearly burrowing into the packed earth!

"I would not dare, I would not dare..."

Observing his panicked state, Lu Benwei shifted the conversation, showing no inclination to show mercy. He fixed his gaze upon the Intermediate God, and the pressure emanating from his entire being rained down like a tempestuous storm!

"Did you truly believe this would allow you to remain uninvolved?"

With a soft inquiry, the very colors of the world seemed to warp and shift!

The thousand-plus gods were pressed so profoundly into the earth that the soil and rocks around them cracked and trembled incessantly. The Intermediate God at the forefront turned deathly pale and immediately began kowtowing with the frantic rhythm of pounding garlic!

"Spare my life, My Lord! Spare my life, My Lord!"

Witnessing the god kowtowing so ferociously that he had carved a deep indentation in the ground, his terror reached an absolute peak.

Only then did Lu Benwei retract his oppressive aura and speak with detached indifference.

"Now, it is time for you to make a decision."

"I grant you three breaths of time. Consider carefully which side you intend to align yourself with in the days to come."

The gentle words fell, causing the Mid-level God, startled, to suddenly lift his eyes.

His gaze trembled ceaselessly as he nervously cupped his fists in a salute.

My Lord...

Is there truly any hope in this battle?

Saying this, the Mid-level God hurriedly made his stance clear, his tone becoming resolute!

My Lord, please understand!

We are not greedy for life nor afraid of death. It is just that our strength is limited, and striking a stone with an egg would be utterly useless. That is why we thought to bear the humiliation and carry the heavy burden, waiting for That One to return!

Hearing these words, Lu Benwei's expression finally softened slightly. He looked toward the horizon and murmured softly.

That One is already on the way back.

Whoosh!

Hearing this, the numerous gods raised their eyes, their gazes filled with excited light, as if they had finally seen the dawn after a long period of darkness!

The Mid-level God's pupils trembled even more, and his cupped hands began to shake!

Finally!

That One is finally coming back!

In an instant.

An indescribably excited atmosphere spread among the thousands of gods. Gods weeping tears of joy could be seen everywhere. After exchanging thrilled glances, they all kowtowed together, their voices shaking heaven and earth!

We are willing to serve you, My Lord! Please command us!

We are willing to serve you, My Lord! Please command us!

We are willing to serve you, My Lord! Please command us!

In just a few breaths of time, the demeanor of the over a thousand gods drastically changed. Their previous cowardice was replaced by a suddenly erupting, fervent emotion. They shouted at the top of their lungs, and endless Dao rhythms flowed around them!

Looking down at this obvious change, Lu Benwei brought Zhong Qing and slowly landed on the ground.

When he spoke again, his tone was much more peaceful.

It seems you have come to your senses. You are not too foolish after all.

Since that is the case, I will borrow your place to first help him condense his Godhead. From now on, you all will act as his Dharma Protectors. You must not slack off in the slightest!

The gods were stunned upon hearing this.

Mustering their courage to look up, they followed Lu Benwei's gaze and finally saw the blonde young man beside him clearly. His unfamiliar appearance made many of them look at each other in dismay.

The Mid-level God observed him for a few breaths of time before curiously bowing to Lu Benwei.

My Lord...

Forgive this lowly god for being bold, but who might this be?

Lu Benwei cast a sidelong glance and casually uttered a single sentence.

This is the Head of the Hundred Heavens.

As soon as his voice fell, endless exclamations echoed around them, accompanied by the ceaseless gasping of cold air. They all bowed once again, their declarations of utmost loyalty echoing loudly!

Hiss...

So it is the Young Master in person!

Greetings, Young Master! We are willing to protect you!

Seeing that all the gods had fully submitted in deep reverence, Lu Benwei finally felt at ease. He gazed out at the endless deep space in the distance, then walked away with his hands behind his back, humming a tune.

Love how you walk the dark alleys alone, love your unpretentious look...

As the singing grew fainter, that small figure also moved further away, until it finally disappeared without a trace. Even so, many gods still looked on with reverence in their eyes, while simultaneously letting out a long sigh of relief.

Zhong Qing and the gods all bowed to respectfully send him off. Afterwards, Zhong Qing led the crowd and flew toward the center of this world.

Sitting cross-legged in the center, he began to condense his supreme Godhead.

Over a thousand gods guarded the surroundings. The power of rules filled the area, and Dao rhythms flowed like clouds and smoke. The dense spiritual energy had become visible to the naked eye like thick fog. If a mighty figure from some planet were to witness this scene from afar, it would be enough for them to experience an epiphany on the spot and continuously break through several bottlenecks!

Extraordinary colors continuously intertwined in the sky, and all sorts of anomalous phenomena and wondrous sights frequently appeared.

Various pure powers converged in the sky like a vast ocean, continuously being absorbed by Zhong Qing, whose eyes were tightly shut. His whale-like swallowing of energy left many of the protecting gods looking utterly astounded, and even the Mid-level God at the very front kept wiping away cold sweat.

Even though they had already achieved godhood, they had never witnessed such a terrifying scene with their own eyes. They were so shocked that they quietly communicated via voice transmissions, unable to conceal the horror in their tones.

Hiss...

Such terrifying power is being endlessly absorbed by the Young Master. This is truly astonishing!

Indeed! If it were me absorbing all these kinds of powers like that, I am afraid I would explode and die in less than three breaths, ending up with my body and soul completely destroyed!

The Young Master stands as the Head of the Hundred Heavens! How could mere gods like us dare to compare?!

Everyone, please exercise caution in your words! Even a casual remark, such a comparison, is already profoundly disrespectful!

Yes, yes, absolutely!

As they continued to observe, their shock intensified, and the reverence and awe in their gazes deepened.

Meanwhile, the pure power emanating from above Zhong Qing's head ceaselessly converged. In mere moments, the spirit herbs and immortal herbs throughout the world started to wither, all their spiritual energy flowing towards the center, forming a colossal ocean in the sky.

This awe-inspiring ocean had grown several times its former size, pouring into Zhong Qing's physical form like a raging torrent. The very essence of this world's power would be concentrated within him, forging an unparalleled Godhead!

Witnessing this unprecedented phenomenon, the thousand-plus gods seated in a protective formation around him were utterly stunned, their faces flushed and their breaths caught in their throats. The leading Mid-level God's eyes gleamed with an extraordinary intensity, his face alight with overwhelming excitement!

The Head of the Hundred Heavens is on the verge of returning!