The divine nation by the lake blazed with light.
Ever since the "Holy Skewer Teaching" spread across the nine heavens and ten lands, the continent had fallen into madness. Cultivators fished while gnawing on skewers, chanting "calm down," each convinced they were a step closer to the Dao.
Yet the frenzy did not end there.
Far beyond the void, in a vast divine realm—
Several ancient beings slowly opened their eyes. They were true gods, who once suppressed myriad worlds with law itself.
"Mortal lands dare spread holy teachings that shake the order beyond the heavens?"
"The source has been devoured, the Heavenly Dao is disturbed… this one must be suppressed!"
"Go! Descend in person, reclaim our dominion!"
Boom—
Several true gods crossed the void, descending above the lakeside. Divine light poured down, their godly might like a prison, blotting out the sky.
Countless cultivators immediately prostrated, trembling all over.
"Heavens! True gods from beyond the world!"
"They've come to strike against the Ancient God Emperor!"
"It's over… today, a great battle must come!"
…
Inside the wooden hut, the black-haired youth squatted at the door, holding a bowl of fish soup, blowing it cool as he prepared to eat it with skewers.
Suddenly, a buzzing filled his ears—"bzzz"—a droning hum.
He looked up to see golden light surging in the heavens, several colossal divine figures covering the moon.
But all he felt was that the buzzing in his ears was unbearably annoying.
"Damn it, these stupid mosquitoes, why are they biting so much tonight?"
He casually swung his palm. With a smack! he slapped at the sky.
…
BOOM!!!
With that one slap, several true gods—along with their bodies of law—were sent flying, their screams echoing through the heavens, divine blood splattering across the void.
Countless cultivators' pupils quaked, their souls nearly shattering.
"He… he swatted casually…"
"And the true gods… were blown away?!"
"What kind of power is this?! This isn't mortal—it's beyond the Heavenly Dao itself!"
…
But the black-haired youth simply shook his hand, frowning in annoyance.
"Damn mosquitoes, made my hand itch! Next time you come again, I'll wipe you all out in one pot!"
Then he buried his head back in the fish soup.
…
Tears poured down countless cultivators' faces as they kowtowed madly.
"Ancient God Holy Words: 'Wipe them out in one pot!'"
"Ahhh! A new supreme truth! —When cultivating the Dao, one must strike like thunder, annihilating all in a single blow!"
"Too great! Too terrifying!"
In an instant, "One Pot Wipeout" spread across the world, worshiped as holy law.
…
Beyond the heavens, the gravely wounded true gods staggered back, their faces pale with terror.
"What… what kind of existence is that?!"
"In his eyes… we're nothing but ants!"
"No… mosquitoes!"
From that day on, the divine realms beyond the heavens fell utterly silent, never daring to glance toward the mortal world again.
…
At the lakeside divine nation, cultivators wailed and knocked their heads against the ground, their cries rising like waves:
"Ancient God, unmatched!"
"The only Heavenly Emperor!"
"Lord of all realms!"
…
Inside the wooden hut, the black-haired youth, full from his meal, let out a satisfied burp and lay down on his straw mat, hugging his fishing basket as he drifted into sleep.
In his dream, he swung his palm again—smack—slapping a swarm of mosquitoes to death, grinning in pure comfort.
"Hehe, finally some peace and quiet."