‘Ymir? Founding God?’
In an instant, flashes of information about the Founding God of the Norse Pantheon raced through Su Fu’s mind.
In the Chinese mythos, Pangu split the heavens and the earth, and Nuwa created humankind and patched the sky.
In Greek mythology, Chaos gave birth to Gaia and Uranus.
But in Norse mythology, at the very beginning, there was only the icy cold of Niflheim and the blazing fire of Muspelheim.
When the two met, the primordial giant Ymir was born.
Giant Ymir, the first being in the Norse universe.
It is said his body became the world, his blood turned into oceans, his bones became mountains, his skull became the sky…
It’s known that gods of the Founding God system are the highest beings, the starting point of the cosmos and the source of all things, far above ordinary gods.
And the person before her—he’s actually a chosen of Ymir?
Theresa lowered her voice beside her and added, “He’s also from one of the Seven Great Clans, the top prodigy of the Norse Pantheon. But what he’s most known for is that terrifying primordial resistance—Elemental Immunity.”
That kind of probability is truly one in ten thousand—favored by the gods themselves.
Su Fu’s heart sank, ‘So that means wind, fire, lightning, earth, water… all elemental attacks are useless against him?’
‘No wonder the flames of Flame Mountain couldn’t burn him, and even the furious gusts from the Banana Leaf Fan earlier couldn’t blow him away.’
Maybe, she thought, it’s not just simple immunity.
Judging from what just happened, the chosen of the Founding God might even be able to control those elements.
Her lightning, Sea God’s Divine Power, Six Ding Divine Fire, even water-based Flowing Sand Ferry Technique, and earth-based Nine-tooth Rake… probably none could harm him.
Hiss… as expected of a Founding God’s chosen.
Truly troublesome.
This was the first time she had met such a tricky opponent.
Hopte stood at a distance, watching Su Fu’s heavy expression and tightly knit brows, clearly on guard against him.
He was a little proud—cautious, as she should be.
Though this woman was absurdly powerful, even able to control the flames of Flame Mountain just now, Hopte himself was not to be underestimated.
As a direct descendant of the Asgard family, a chosen of the Founding God, he never believed he would lose to anyone, especially a student from a lower star ring.
He hadn’t met a challenger who could make him take things seriously for a long time.
Su Fu, though…
Now, she barely counted as one.
Hopte was a little eager to try his strength.
Very well, let’s see who is stronger.
“Now that you know who I am…” He smiled and said, “Let’s see how long you can last.”
As his words fell, Divine Power erupted from within.
The surrounding temperature shifted drastically in an instant—left side, bone-chilling cold; right side, searing hot currents.
Ice and fire, two completely opposite elements appeared around him, then rapidly transformed into two gigantic dragons that charged straight for Su Fu.
He had the absolute advantage—Su Fu could not attack him with elements, but he could attack her with them.
In a flash, the dragons roared as they pounced toward Su Fu’s group, their momentum vast, with a piercing, shrill cry trailing in their wake.
The key was—the attack range directly covered several li in all directions—a massive area attack.
“Careful!” Theresa reacted instantly. “Earth’s Grasp!”
Dozens of rocky spikes burst up from the ground, but as soon as they formed, they began to shatter rapidly under the onslaught of the Twin Elemental Dragons.
Clearly, this was elemental suppression.
“No, we can’t hold them off at all!” Theresa shouted.
The ice and fire dragons roared as they surged toward Su Fu, about to engulf her—
The Golden Cudgel in Su Fu’s hand spun sharply, bursting with dazzling golden light as she met the attack head-on!
She said, “Theresa, protect everyone.”
With that, her figure flashed as she charged straight at the terrifying Twin Elemental Dragons.
“Su Fu! Don’t!” Theresa screamed in panic, but it was already too late to stop her.
Hopte watched Su Fu rush headlong toward the dragons, the corners of his lips curling.
“Courting death.”
‘A mere staff—she thinks she can resist me?’
‘Elemental Immunity, right?’ Su Fu sneered inwardly, ‘Then try this—the physical attack of the Great Sage’s Golden Cudgel!’
“Ruyi Jingu Bang!”
With a soft cry, the Golden Cudgel in her hand instantly grew massive midair.
In just a moment, it changed from the size of a rod to a towering pillar, the golden light exploding, pressing the air into a howling storm!
Su Fu wielded the giant cudgel, spun in the air, channeled all her Divine Power into it, and smashed it down right on the heads of the Twin Elemental Dragons!
“BOOM—!”
A deafening crash shook the earth.
The colossal Golden Cudgel burst with dazzling gold, carrying a mountain-crushing momentum as it struck the very center of the dragons, colliding directly!
This was pure physical force—the perfect fusion of mass and gravity, the Golden Cudgel’s crushing attack.
The streams of ice shattered and scattered under the violent impact, the flames smashed to pieces inch by inch, everything silently crumbling into nothingness in an instant.
Where the Golden Cudgel passed, all of Hopte’s elements were obliterated, leaving behind a vacuum zone hundreds of meters long.
But Su Fu didn’t stop—she just kept hammering forward!
Hopte stared in shock at everything before him, trying to control the elements but no longer feeling any trace of ice or fire.
“No… Impossible, how can this be?!”
His ice and fire attack fused the two elements of Genesis—how could it be broken by a single rod?
Scattered?
No, not just scattered—completely crushed!
Wherever that staff went, his elemental power was wiped out as if it never existed!
What on earth was that staff?
Moreover, he couldn’t sense any elemental power from the cudgel at all.
Which meant, he stared at the Golden Cudgel in horror, everything just now relied purely on physical force—yet it was this terrifyingly powerful!
Before he could figure out what was going on, his vision blurred—Su Fu’s figure had already disappeared from where she stood.
Hopte’s mind blared with alarm: ‘Not good! She’s coming!’
But the moment he realized, it was already too late—the next instant, golden light erupted above his head, that terrifying cudgel descending like a falling mountain, crushing down on him.
The air was squeezed so tight it shrieked piercingly.
He had never felt such pure, overwhelming pressure before, as if the whole world was bearing down on him.
“Damn it! What artifact is that?!”
‘No time to think’, Hopte desperately mustered all his elemental powers—water, ice, fire, wind—trying to form a barrier to withstand the blow.
But the next second—
“Crack—”
The instant the Golden Cudgel struck the barrier, all the elements shattered explosively!
“Impossible!” Hopte’s face changed dramatically, his heart racing with terror.
The Golden Cudgel was about to crash down on him, his vision filled with blazing gold.
“World’s Root!”
This was his strongest defensive Divine Skill, able to briefly link with Yggdrasil, drawing upon the World Tree’s power.
No one had ever pushed him this far, but now he had no choice.
In an instant, a seven-colored shield formed—the Golden Cudgel and the shield collided fiercely, an explosion of light illuminating all of Flame Mountain.
“Bang—!”
A shockwave blasted outwards from the two at its center, sending clouds of dust billowing.
Shattered rocks flew several meters high before slamming back to earth in a rain of impacts.
The smoke and dust surged, blocking everyone’s view.
When the haze cleared, everyone saw Hopte had retreated dozens of steps.
He clearly wasn’t dead—regret filled their hearts.
He’d actually managed to block it.
Hopte was a bit stunned.
His face was pale, forehead dripping with cold sweat, staring at Su Fu in terror.
‘No way… Just what is with that staff of hers?! Isn’t this totally beyond the limit?’
Su Fu withdrew the Golden Cudgel, her palm numb from the shock, but her face betraying nothing.
She calmly planted the staff on the ground and looked up at Hopte.
As expected of a Founding God’s chosen, that defense was truly monstrous.
Just now, it felt like she’d struck an impossibly hard turtle shell—completely impenetrable.
What was that seven-colored shield, anyway?
It could actually stop her all-out strike with the Golden Cudgel?
At that moment, she saw Hopte’s expression turn grave—he was clearly about to get serious.
Divine Power surged in his hands, gathering into seven-colored light, this time forming into a massive sword.
“Impressive. I’m surprised,” he said, pointing the greatsword at Su Fu.
“In that case, you are fortunate to witness the true power of my master, Ymir!” As he spoke, a gigantic apparition rose behind him.
It was a Divine Aspect.
A giant, its body vague, as if made of ice and fire, its aura of oppression spreading instantly.
“My master, the Founding God,” he announced, his figure transforming into a streak of seven-colored light as he charged Su Fu with sword in hand.
This slash was devastating, imbued with the power of the Founding God.
Speed, strength, sharpness—all massively amplified in Divine Aspect form, the sword aura tearing the air with a shrill screech.
Just as the divine sword was about to strike Su Fu, a burst of golden light suddenly blocked the fatal blow!
Hopte’s pupils contracted in terror as he stared at Su Fu—
Behind her, another Divine Aspect had appeared.
It was a monkey-shaped war god clad in golden armor and crown, wielding the Golden Cudgel.
“You… You actually cultivated a Divine Aspect too?!” Hopte exclaimed in shock.
“But you were just a B-rank candidate before this! How could you have formed a Divine Aspect in such a short time?!”
A wave of unspeakable fear rose in his heart.
For some reason, when he looked at that monkey, it felt like he wasn’t facing a candidate, but a true god.
‘But how could that be?’
The Saint’s Manifestation appeared, its aura sweeping across the battlefield—so much so that even Theresa and the others in the distance had to keep retreating.
“Boss… Boss, what aspect is that?” Yi Chongling muttered.
“I’ve never seen it before…”
“So this is the Chinese Pantheon… a god?” Theresa’s face was stunned.
‘This is strong?!’
Amidst the golden light, Su Fu smiled faintly, spinning the Golden Cudgel once in her hand.
She didn’t answer Hopte’s question, only countered, “A Founding God, huh?”
“Allow me…”
“Great Sage Equal to Heaven!”
In that instant, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven’s Manifestation behind her swelled up, towering over even the phantom of Ymir behind Hopte, its massive shadow blanketing the entire battlefield.
Don’t forget—this is Journey to the West’s home turf!
Su Fu raised the Golden Cudgel high, the Great Sage’s Manifestation mimicking her, then slammed it down right on Hopte’s head!
Or rather—right on Ymir’s Divine Aspect’s head.
“BOOM!”
The Golden Cudgel and the greatsword clashed thunderously, gold light and seven-colored brilliance entwining in the air.
But it was clear—the gold outshone the seven colors.
The Great Sage Manifestation’s Golden Cudgel crushed forward, Ymir’s Manifestation barely managing to block in time.
“Bang!” A sweeping strike—Ymir Manifestation’s left arm was smashed apart.
“Boom!” Another heavy blow—Ymir Manifestation’s breastplate shattered.