Ch. 92 - Future Paranormal Bai Wan vs. the Unsolvable Mountain God
Behind the Blood Buddha, countless twisted arms suddenly spread out, each one sprouting dense, pitch-black eyes.
The Mountain God’s grotesquely swollen body floated in midair, a colossal mountain shadow manifesting at its back.
The clash between the two deities had already surpassed human comprehension. This was a battle of paranormal gods. The sky alternated between blood-red and deep green.
Bai Wan’s expression, however, turned grim.
Divine Descent… this was the ability of the Blood Husk Idol. Every second, it burned through three hundred Paranormal Coins. His supply had long since run dry; what remained was only the statue’s lingering power struggling against the Mountain God.
But gradually, the Mountain God began to dominate. The Blood Buddha had no root to draw strength from, while the Mountain God’s aura only grew.
The pressure of two gods clashing made Bai Wan’s body nearly immobile.
Since the summoning, he had already pulled out Time Letter, the time-space artifact. His trembling hand dragged a pen across its surface.
This was his final trump card.
If the Mountain God could invade the past—then Bai Wan, too, had a way to reach back.
Their luck had been rotten this time, at the very last moment, the Mountain God of the future had completed its invasion to the present. The first time the green-clad figure appeared and tried to flee—that was the perfect chance to capture it.
So he had to write to himself from half an hour ago. Warn his past self, strike before the Mountain God matured.
Yet under this suffocating aura, every stroke of the pen felt like writing homework during summer break—agonizingly slow, each word costing him dearly.
All he could do was pray the Blood Buddha held out a little longer. For the first time since acquiring the idol, Bai Wan prayed sincerely.
But the crimson figure was already fading. The Mountain God descended from the sky, its body wreathed in dreadful green power, and walked slowly toward Bai Wan with a chilling smile.
It’s over… human.
Bai Wan pressed harder, nearly finished—just a few more words!
The Mountain God drew nearer.
And then—
From nowhere, a strange figure appeared, walking straight between Bai Wan and the Mountain God, phone to his ear.
“Choy Man, why aren’t you answering my call…” he muttered absently.
The Mountain God glanced down at this obstacle with disdain and swiped lazily at him. Halfway through the motion, it froze—its hand had transformed into… a chicken feather.
“???”
The Mountain God stared dumbly.
Has swallowing its future self actually evolved it? But… why the hell did it evolve into a feather?
Rage flared in its eyes as it lunged at the newcomer. But halfway there, its foot caught on a stone.
Bang!
The Mountain God toppled, sprawling face-first. It scrambled upright, shaken, confused… embarrassed.
How could a god stumble on a rock? I am a newborn deity!
It stepped forward again—only for its foot to betray it. Once more, its foot kicked the exact same stone.
Bang!
Down it went a second time. Humiliation burned, panic and disbelief churned in its chest.