Against The Gods Cultivation Novels & Stories

replied the patriarch of the Heavenly Lightning Sect. "I think it's true too, maybe they prevented the invasion of the imperial chaos dynasty," speculated the patriarch of the assassin god sect. "Hahahahahah, I bet they must be some idiots who rose to [Spirit of God], " another immortal sneered. The cultivation levels of the divine world are [Spirit of God], [Body of God], [Blood of God], [Divine Fusion], [Divine Core] , [Mortal Transcendence], [Immortal], [Immortal King], [Celestial Emperor].

What the gods conceal, I see. His body flashed brighter—his voice deeper, stronger. "Pain was my birthplace. Created out of love. Fire was used as a test. I am both the shadow and the flame. And now— He turned his eyes to the heavens, and the stars appeared to answer. “I declare war.” The clearing trembled. From above came a strong voice. Louder than thunder. Older than anything we have previously encountered. "Now is the time for the real battle... against the gods themselves."

The fiendish war had raged on since long before Elika was born, neither side showing compassion. The battles raged on through the centuries untamed and savage, no side allowing quarter. The deaths were heinous and unprincipled; those who died would not rest silently. Their sinful battle would continue onward, the souls forever locked in limbo where they would endure the tortures of death lingering on their monstrous souls. Not many remember the true beginning of the impure and putrid war, the centuries moulding and bending it into only myth. Those who do remember the beginning speak not of the times of peace, when all mystical beings lived together, when the gods worked as one to preserve an

​Then came the Ranking. ​His Champion had died in the arena. His territory was instantly claimed by a stronger deity. One by one, his worshippers abandoned his shrines, seeking more powerful protectors to shield them from the dark. Without prayers, his Divine Authority began to wither. Without Authority, his influence vanished entirely. By the time the next Ranking arrived, Kaelor had nothing left to defend. His title faded from the Pillars of Heaven, and he became Rankless—the horrific fate every god feared more than total annihilation. The mighty were remembered; the defeated became faceless servants. Now, he stood as a sentry where he had once saluted equals, guarding the very realm that

In fact, the Water God Gonggong was a beautiful woman! Fire and water were incompatible! Fire God Zhurong and Water God Gonggong had been fighting for thousands of years—the two of them would fight whenever they met! However, they were even in strength. Once a cultivator surpassed the Martial Emperor cultivation level, that cultivator’s lifespan would be indefinitely extended. That was the reason many powerful cultivators were still alive at that moment as many North Moana Continent’s cultivators had indeed surpassed the Martial Emperor level!

Sha Zie started the conversation. “Miss Sha Zie, why do you think so?” Zhou Fu asked as if he had forgotten that the first requirement to register for the competition was to reach Base Realm 5 for Rogue Cultivators and Base Realm 4 for cultivators belong to certain sects. Which meant, Zhou Fu had directly become a candidate who would be flatly rejected when registering for the competition.

Light and shadow collided like storms above the broken heavens. Kael’s scream split through the divine halls as his blade met the gods’ light. Every swing tore holes through the radiance surrounding them, the sky fracturing with each strike. The world beneath trembled — mountains cracking, seas rising. He was beyond mortal now. Beyond reason. His body burned from within, every vein filled with molten fury, but still he fought — for her. Always for her. “You dare bring your curse here?” one of the gods thundered, its voice shaking the void. “You cannot destroy what we are!”

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

I knew there were more people involved, and I had to find out who they were. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that the gods and goddesses might have a strong plan to hurt me. They did this to keep me from becoming stronger. They didn't know that I couldn't be stopped.

“You humiliated Princess Chloe today, and you still dare ask her for help?” Shame and rage burned on Marty’s face. He clenched his fists and slowly stood. “Fine. Today, I’ll prove that I can ascend on my own.” After forty-nine failed attempts, his body battered and bleeding, Marty finally took flight. Leigh mounted him, and together they called the rain. A fresh, damp aura spread through the area, and the clansmen basked in delight. Grass sprouted, and spirit power filled the air. In the crystal orb, the mortal realm appeared. Clouds gathered, and the emperor stood at the rain altar, burning three sticks of incense.