The God of Cataka

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The paradise?

Shen Zhu froze as he looked around with his eyebrows intertwined.

What heaven?

A barren, charcoal-dominated field stretched around him like a burning forest.

The dry trees and rocks around him were black. The surface of the ground under his feet was cracked. Each crack lit up like embers.

The vultures were scavenging in the air, flying swooping and swirling around him. Some perched on dry branches while watching him.

The bones of ancient fish and other sea creatures are scattered and sticking out here and there with giant, petrified shells.

"Heaven what—" cried Shen Zhu in a choked whisper.

"Petaka Heaven!" One of the vultures perched on a dry branch answered his question with the baritone voice of a man.

Shen Zhu flinched and turned his head towards the bird with squinted eyes.

The bird floated down in the form of smoke, then landed in front of Shen Zhu in the form of a dark vortex, then slowly became the figure of a dark-robed man with a headscarf that looked exactly like him, after all, he also drew the same sword as his.

Shen Zhu inched a step back, staring at the face under the hood of the robe warily. Lord Zainan! the pekikin' in heart.

The figure stepped slowly while dragging his sword, the tip of his sword scratched the surface of the ground behind him and left sparks.

Shen Zhu blinked and bowed watching the sword eyes suspiciously. "Petaka Heaven?"

The Catastrophic Heaven was created from the Nirvana Pool. The ancient ocean was turbulent and thickened like lava. Because it was too hot, the Nirvana Pool changed and continued to evaporate, reflecting dark smoke and creating chaos. Cause the universe to go dark.

Over time, the Nirwana Pool suffered shrinkage due to overheating. The steam it produced gave birth to two worlds that split the Pool of Nirvana. Called the Upper World and the Mortal World. The Upper World is the highest heaven or Light World where there is no darkness. The Mortal World is a fragile world where natural beings live.

The pool of Nirvana was beneath it, later known as the Underworld.

The hot steam of the Pool of Nirwana made the Mortal World evolve. The growth of plants and animals in it developed too rapidly to become giant creatures that almost defied the sky.

The new world is creating new chaos.

The Ancient Gods finally created a new World between the Upper World and the Mortal World to reduce the growth of the heaven-defying giants. Called the Middle World.

The Underworld is getting downward.

But still not enough to reduce the heat.

So on until the Ancient Gods created six worlds, but the Pool of Nirvana always wreaked havoc.

The Nirwana pond.

"I sealed it!" another voice from another tree branch.

Shen Zhu spontaneously turned his head towards the voice.

Another man sat down, leaning against the tree trunk, gulping something from inside the gleaming black jar.

The man was also wearing a dark robe with the same headscarf. His face makes no difference either.

The cremation ash jar! Shen Zhu suffocated in his heart.

The antique jar that is touted as a cremation ash jar is the Murka Grail that contains a sea of fire from the Pool of Nirwana. The pool of Nirwana dried up after the water was dredged into the urn. That was why the urn was also called the Catastrophic God Seal.

The man on top of the dried tree branch took the urn down from his mouth, clogged the urn and hung it on his belt. Then take out a similarly dark flute and start blowing it.

A soft tone with a mystical aura spread like a breeze. Making Shen Zhu's hair bristling.

Shen Zhu turned towards the man dragging the sword, then looked back at the man who blew the flute on the tree branch.

And before Shen Zhu realized what was happening, before he could react, another bird flew down swooping past his shoulder and twisting into the other shoulder, it then turned into the same male figure with a pair of dark wings. Next to her hand was holding a large scythe with a long stalk propped up on her shoulder.

Zainan again? shen Zhu was surprised.

Simultaneously, the same figure appeared again from behind Shen Zhu, bending his partially hidden face under the hood of the same robe, hovering lightly on the other side like a shadow. Around his waist and both shoulders were wrapped in dark chains like scarves.

The next second, there was the sound of footsteps behind.

Shen Zhu looked back and found two similar figures.

One carried a king's scepter, the other carried a cat and carried a fan.

"Xiao Mao!" screeched Shen Zhu as he turned around with sparkling eyes.

The man carrying the cat stopped and raised his face, looking at Shen Zhu expressionlessly as he closed his fan. Then crouch down and take down the cat.

The cat flashed dark smoke and changed shape into the same man. It's just a little younger. Like Shen Zhu as a teenager.

The young man was wearing tight-fitting, shiny black clothes. A pair of black metal wing-shaped ornaments stuck out behind her two ears like a fairy crown. His belt and armor shoes were exactly the same as Xiao Mao's. So too with his shoulder and hand protection.

Hunter God! Shen Zhu concluded. Why is his face like mine? his mind is not out of thought.

Shen Zhu twisted his body and looked around.

The seven men had already surrounded him with a suspicious calm expression.

Only the flute player seemed to care less. Keep leaning in place without stopping blowing the flute. But the flute's already intimidating. The aura that the music spread was like a poisonous smoke that made Shen Zhu drugged, making his head flutter and he began to stagger.

The dark-winged man with the sickle weapon caught his shoulder, then confined it with both wings.

Shen Zhu flicked his shoulders and pulled himself away.

But the dark-winged man raised his scythe.

Shen Zhu soared as he flapped his golden wings, brushed off the scythe swung over his head.

But at the same time, the chain-toothed man swung his chain.

Shen Zhu dodged with a cross in the air and landed on one of the pitch-black rock hills.

The sword man threw his sword. A torrent of orange light shot out from the flickering of his sickle-shaped sword.

Shen Zhu skyrocketed again.

The Hunter God lunged towards him and changed shape in an instant into a puma and swung its claws.

Shen Zhu flapped his wings, a few strands of his fur shot out toward the beast like daggers.

But quickly the cat owner managed to fend off Shen Zhu's attack with a small, sickle-shaped dagger in black like the Sicarii group's secret weapon.

Shen Zhu landed for a moment on the branch of a tree to reflect his body higher and higher, then flew around while throwing a chain from his palm.

Five strands of golden chains shot out from between his fingers.

The owner of the scepter tapped the tip of his scepter on the ground, then in an instant Shen Zhu's golden chain wrapped around and turned to attack Shen Zhu.

Shen Zhu immediately pulled out his chain and threw out needles of light from the other palms.

Again the cat owner managed to brush it off with a fan that can throw a dagger.

The fan looked exactly the same as Long Hua Ze's.

The other heirlooms are in the hands of the Emperor! shen Zhu thought he was hit.