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Chapter 347 The Myth of the Three Kingdoms is Destroyed!
Su Fan turned around and looked at the 10,050 people.
"Guard the South Heavenly Gate. Wait for my return."
He took out a cross-dimensional teleportation talisman from his pocket and crushed it.
Golden light enveloped his body, and in a flash, he disappeared from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was standing in a jungle.
The sky is green, the earth is green, even the air is green.
There is a river in the distance, and the water is green.
Lotus flowers float on the river, and people stand on the lotus petals.
Elephant head, monkey head, cow head, bird head.
The body is human, the head is animal.
Their auras ranged from the first level of the Chaos Realm to the sixth level of the Chaos Realm.
Su Fan walked to the riverbank.
Those with elephant heads, monkey heads, cow heads, and bird heads all knelt down.
The elephant's trunk is touching the ground, the monkey's tail is touching the ground, the cow's horns are stuck in the soil, and the bird's wings are spread out and touching the ground.
Su Fan walked through them and crossed the river.
Across the river is a mountain, its summit above the clouds.
On the mountaintop stands a golden temple, its golden light shining forth and illuminating the entire sky.
Su Fan climbs a mountain.
The stone shattered into powder at his feet.
After climbing for half an hour, we reached the top of the mountain.
The temple gate was open, and a person was sitting inside.
Four heads, eight arms, three eyes.
Its body is blue, its hair is white, and it has a snake hanging around its neck.
The snake was alive and wriggling on his neck.
His aura indicated he was at the ninth level of the Chaos Realm.
Shiva.
Shiva's four faces turned toward Su Fan simultaneously.
Four mouths opened at the same time, four voices overlapping, like thunder.
"Envoy of the Gods. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Su Fan entered the temple.
The temple is very large, so large that you can't see the edge.
The ground was paved with stone slabs, which were covered with patterns.
The design features gods with elephant heads, monkey heads, bull heads, and bird heads.
They are all worshipping Shiva.
Su Fan walked up to Shiva and looked up at him.
Shiva is three heads taller than him.
"What brings you to my temple?"
Su Fan said, "I'll kill you."
Shiva's four faces smiled simultaneously.
Eight hands slapped the chair at the same time, causing the chair to shake.
"You, a mere eighth-level Dao Realm cultivator, dare to kill me? I am a ninth-level Chaos Realm cultivator, the God of Destruction. My wrath can destroy the world. What makes you think you can kill me?"
Su Fan took out a golden disc from his pocket.
The disc glowed, and the light shone on Shiva's blue skin, giving it a golden sheen.
"Ra's true form."
A glint of light flashed across all four of Shiva's faces.
"You killed him?"
Su Fan stuffed the disc back into his pocket and took out Pangu's heart.
The blue stones shone, illuminating the entire temple.
Shiva stood up from the chair.
Eight hands clenched into fists at the same time.
"Pangu's heart. If you swallow it, you will become Pangu. Pangu created heaven and earth; his power could kill me."
Su Fan tucked his heart back into his arms.
"I won't swallow it."
Confusion appeared on all four of Shiva's faces.
"Aren't you going to swallow it?"
Su Fan said, "I won't swallow you. If I swallow you, I won't be myself anymore. Even if I don't swallow you, I can still kill you."
He infused his right fist with the principles of protection.
The fist was covered in golden light, within which were black lines.
The power of Typhon, the power of Ra, and the power of Pangu—three forces intertwined.
He slammed his fist into the ground.
A crack appeared in the ground, extending from Shiva's feet all the way to the temple entrance.
Shiva lost his balance and swayed.
Shiva looked down at the crack in the ground, and murderous intent appeared on all four of his faces at the same time.
Eight hands were raised at the same time, each holding a weapon.
He held a trident in his left hand, a bow in his second left hand, an arrow in his third left hand, and an axe in his fourth left hand.
His right hand held a spear, his second right hand held a knife, his third right hand held a hammer, and his fourth right hand held a shield.
Eight weapons simultaneously hurtled towards Su Fan.
Su Fan did not dodge.
He raised his right fist and slammed it into the trident.
The trident broke.
He punched the bow, and it broke.
He punched the arrow, and it shattered.
He punched the axe, and the axe flew away.
He punched the spear, and the spear bent.
He punched the knife, and it shattered.
He punched the hammer, flattening it.
He punched the shield, and it cracked.
All eight weapons and eight fists were shattered.
Shiva looked down at his hands.
Seven of the eight hands were empty, leaving only one hand still holding half a trident.
He threw the broken trident on the ground, and the murderous intent on the four faces turned into shock.
"You...your power..."
Su Fan didn't speak.
He raised his right fist, and the skin on his fist was completely torn, revealing the bone underneath.
Blood dripped down, staining the stone slabs red on the ground.
But he still held it up.
Shiva took a step back.
"Your fist is shattered, your hand is broken, and you're still hitting me?"
Su Fan said, "Fight."
He punched Shiva in the chest.
The fist was covered in golden light, within which were black lines and a blue glow.
The three lights twisted together and crashed into Shiva's chest.
A dent appeared in Shiva's chest, his blue skin cracked open, and golden blood gushed from the crack.
Shiva was sent flying backward and crashed into the wall, leaving a large crater.
He fell into the pit and lay on the ground, his four faces covered in blood.
He struggled to his feet, his eight hands supporting him on the ground, his body trembling.
"You...your path...is not the path of protection...it is..."
Su Fan said, "It's the Path of Slaughter."
He walked up to Shiva and looked down at him.
"Typhon's way is destruction, Ra's way is the sun, and Pangu's way is creation. I combine these three ways into the way of killing. The way specifically for killing gods."
Fear was simultaneously displayed on all four of Shiva's faces.
He opened his mouth and spat out a bead.
The bead is blue, about the size of a fist, and has golden patterns on its surface.
The bead spins in the air, growing larger with each rotation.
From the size of a fist to the size of a watermelon, from the size of a watermelon to the size of a water tank, from the size of a water tank to the size of a house.
Destruction Bead.
The most precious treasure of the mythology of the Three Kingdoms, the origin of Shiva.
As long as the bead is there, Shiva is there.
When the bead breaks, Shiva breaks too.
Su Fan punched the Destruction Bead.
The fist and the bead collided—BOOM!
The bead broke.
Fragments scattered everywhere, some falling to the ground, some flying into the sky, and some hitting the wall.
With each piece of debris that hit the ground, a crack appeared in the earth.
The cracks multiplied, and the entire temple began to collapse.
As Shiva looked at the shattered Destruction Bead, the fear on his four faces turned into despair.
His body began to shatter, starting from his feet, turning into blue specks of light bit by bit.
"You...you shattered my Destruction Pearl...Ah San Kingdom...is going to be in chaos..."
Su Fan didn't speak.
He turned and walked out of the temple.
The temple is collapsing; the pillars are broken, the walls are falling, and the roof is collapsing.
He walked through the fallen stones and got out of the temple.
The mountain is collapsing, rocks are rolling down, and the entire mountain is crumbling.
He started running, running down from the top of the mountain.
The stone chased after him, but he ran faster than the stone.
They ran to the foot of the mountain, crossed the river, and entered the jungle.
The mountain collapsed behind him, and dust filled the air, obscuring the green sky.
He ran out of the jungle and stood in the wilderness.
The sky is green, the land is green, but India is in chaos.
He took out the teleportation talisman given to him by the Primordial Celestial Venerable and crushed it.
A blue light enveloped his body, and in a flash, he disappeared from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was standing on the city wall of Nantianmen.
There are 10,050 people here.
Yuanshi Tianzun stood at the very front.
"It's broken?"
Su Fan nodded.
"It's broken."
The Primordial Celestial Venerable said, "Shiva is dead. The Destruction Pearl is shattered. The source of Indian mythology is severed."
Su Fan didn't speak.
He walked to the city wall, sat down, and looked down at his right fist.
The skin on his fist was gone, exposing the bone, and all five fingers were broken.
Blood dripped down, landing on the stone slab.
He reached into his robes with his left hand and pulled out a golden disc.
The disc emitted light, which shone on the right hand.
The wound is healing, and granulation tissue is growing from the side of the bone, gradually covering it.
Sun Wukong squatted down beside him, watching him.
"Kid, your hand..."
Su Fan said, "It's okay. It'll be fine in a few days."
He tucked the disc back into his arms, stood up, and looked at the sky.
The sky was blue, a very clean blue.
In the deepest part of the blue, there is a point.
It's not gold, it's silver, like a star.
That is Zeus's thunder eye.
Zeus was watching him.