HDRDTH -Chapter 129 Ragnarok of the Gods? No—This Is My Fishing Ground!

Pacific Ocean — Return-to-Void anomaly zone.

The once white, fog-covered forbidden region had been completely torn apart. In its place lay a pitch-black, ink-like dead sea, every drop of water so heavy it seemed saturated with millennia of resentment.

Above the ruins of the grand bronze palace, a giant bell engraved with ancient runes floated silently.

Across from it, a dense swarm of grotesque higher-dimensional beings had gathered.

Winged creatures with twelve pairs of decayed gray feathers. Cyclopes wrapped in raging lightning. Even a writhing mass of flesh formed from countless severed limbs stitched together.

“Outer Demons, Third Legion. Descent complete.”

The vast voice did not pass through vocal cords—it was directly embedded into the physical laws of this sea through vibrations in reality itself.

“According to the star map, this place is the sealing core of Jiang Shang, the ‘Rod Bearer,’ three thousand years ago.”

“Recover the Sealing God List. Harvest low-dimensional souls.”

Just as this army prepared to use this point as a launchpad to spread across the world—

A streak of dark-red light tore through the sky without warning.

Bang.

Yu Xian landed lightly on the top of the bronze palace.

He was still wearing that pill-covered gray undershirt, barefoot on one foot, the other dragging a pink plastic slipper. In his left arm he held Su Xi, and in his right he carried the blood-veined military metal staff.

Su Xi still held a half-eaten bag of snacks.

Faced with a sky full of grotesque demons, Yu Xian’s “fresh-from-the-market” appearance made the entire dead sea freeze in place with terror.

“Uncle, they’re so ugly.”

Su Xi bit into a chip. The crisp sound echoed across the silent sea.

The demons froze.

In their cognition, any low-dimensional being seeing them should have instantly collapsed from soul-level terror.

But this child was… eating snacks.

“HUMAN. You carry Jiang Shang’s aura.”

A twelve-winged bird-man drifted forward, arrogance filling his gaze.

“Hand over the list. I will allow your species to become our livestock.”

Yu Xian sighed.

He didn’t even look at the creature. Instead, he glanced down at the bronze palace beneath his feet.

“Old Jiang… this is the world you protected for three thousand years?”

“A bunch of genetically modified birds are now talking about raising livestock on your land.”

He gently placed Su Xi behind a stone pillar.

“Stay here and eat your snacks. Uncle will clean up some trash in the pond.”

“Okay~”

Su Xi nodded obediently.

Yu Xian turned around.

The laziness and fatigue in his eyes vanished completely—replaced by bottomless, dark-red cosmic spirals.

“If all of you want to be fish…”

He flipped his grip on the metal rod and thrust it violently into the void beneath his feet.

“Then I’ll seal this entire sea and trap you all inside the nest!”

BOOM!

Centered on the bronze palace, the ocean within a hundred miles suddenly surged upward.

In an instant, four towering walls of water—each over a thousand meters high—rose and sealed off the entire region.

A perfect fishing enclosure.

“IMPUDENCE!”

The bird-man roared, summoning a spear of purple flame and launching himself forward at hypersonic speed, piercing toward Yu Xian’s forehead.

Yu Xian didn’t even dodge.

He casually raised his right hand and flicked a finger against the spear tip.

Clang.

A crisp sound.

The high-dimensional spear—capable of piercing an aircraft carrier—shattered like cheap glass under his fingertip.

The bird-man’s pupils shrank.

Before he could retreat, Yu Xian’s hand had already crossed space itself and gripped his throat.

“Too many dirty feathers.”

Crack.

With a single twist, the demon general—capable of ruling an entire star sector—was crushed into a mass of lifeless light dust, without even a scream.

The dark-red mark in Yu Xian’s palm flickered and swallowed it.

“Next.”

He walked toward the writhing flesh-star slowly, step by step.

Each step multiplied his pressure exponentially.

The Outer Demon army finally felt fear.

“He has regained Jiang Shang’s Anchor!”

“Concentrate fire! Dimensional collapse attack—kill him!”

In an instant, all demons attacked at once.

Beams of destructive energy, psychic toxins, and spatial blades turned into a world-ending storm that swallowed Yu Xian completely.

In Beijing, everyone watching via satellite froze.

“Mr. Yu…”

Old Li gripped the table so hard his knuckles bled.

On screen—everything stopped.

The storm capable of vaporizing half the Pacific Ocean was frozen midair.

Then Yu Xian’s calm voice echoed across the sea.

“Fish under water… hook in the heart.”

“I’ve fished my whole life.”

“I finally understand something.”

“When catching truly big fish…”

“You don’t need a physical line.”

Buzz—

The metal rod in Yu Xian’s hand instantly dissolved.

In its place, billions of extremely condensed dark-red threads erupted from within his body.

They ignored all defensive barriers and shot like a storm directly into the foreheads of every Outer Demon.

“Because I am the line.”

Yu Xian shifted his stance and yanked both arms backward.

“Haul in!”

At that moment, the entire Pacific Ocean let out a terrifying, dying roar like a colossal beast.

Tens of thousands of arrogant Outer Demons screamed in agony as the billions of red threads pulled at them.

Their proud original souls were forcibly ripped out of their high-dimensional bodies.

“This… this is mass harvesting of gods?!”

Inside a North American refuge, the CIA director watching the screen rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.

Yu Xian stood in the air, calmly allowing streams of soul-light to flow into his palm along the red threads.

Behind him, a massive shadow slowly emerged—stepping on stars, grasping heaven and earth.

Yet Yu Xian’s expression showed no excitement, only irritation.

“It’s just fishing… why does it have to stink up the whole sea? How am I supposed to go home and make soup for my wife tonight?”

He snorted and pressed his palm downward.

BOOM.

The flesh mass demon had no chance to resist—it was crushed into dust from afar and completely thrown into the depths of the Return-to-Void.

The remaining demon army collapsed instantly, fleeing in panic like headless flies, crashing against the water walls.

But it was too late.

Yu Xian’s right hand formed a seal, and the reduced Sealing God List reappeared in his palm.

“Since you entered my fishing ground, don’t even think about leaving.”

“This list still needs laborers.”

“Edict—seal!”

The scroll unfolded.

Golden light erupted, swallowing the remaining demons like a vacuum cleaner.

Countless names of Outer Demons instantly filled the once-empty list.

The water walls collapsed.

Sunlight returned to the Pacific Ocean.

The once-black dead sea had transformed into a crystal-clear blue like sapphire after absorbing massive pure energy.

The shadow behind Yu Xian retracted into his body.

He returned to his lazy-looking undershirt self and landed steadily on the bronze palace.

“Uncle, is it over?”

Su Xi ran out from behind the pillar, brushing biscuit crumbs off her hands.

“It’s over.”

Yu Xian picked her up and casually stole a piece of snack from her pocket.

“Let’s go pick up the red-dressed sister.”

He walked toward the deepest part of the bronze palace.

Behind the heavy bronze door lay warmth that had been sealed for three thousand years.

Inside the core chamber, a transparent ice coffin floated quietly in the center.

The red-dressed woman lay curled inside, eyes closed.

Yu Xian walked up and slapped the coffin lid.

“Stop pretending to sleep. Old Jiang already ran, and those flying mosquitoes are dead too.”

He lowered his voice slightly.

“Get up. Go home and eat.”

Crack.

The ice coffin shattered into countless crystals.

The red-dressed woman slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing Yu Xian’s lazy, half-dead expression, tears quietly fell from her eyes.

“Three thousand years… and you still don’t know how to say something nice when picking up a girl?”

“Can nice words be eaten?”

Yu Xian rolled his eyes.

“Wang Fei hasn’t even earned back those four billion breach fees yet. I’m still worried about rent. Your red dress looks pretty valuable—come on, sell it later to help with household expenses.”

The woman laughed through tears, gently placing her hand into his warm palm after three thousand years of cold.

Beijing — Plaza Outside the Military Command Center

When Yu Xian stepped out of the spatial gate with Su Xi and the red-dressed woman, he paused.

Old Li stood straight-backed, leading Chu Feng and hundreds of heavily armed high-ranking generals.

They formed a neat military formation.

“Salute!”

At Old Li’s command, hundreds of right hands rose in unison.

Boots struck the ground, shaking the entire capital.

“Entire Chinese Armed Forces—welcome Mr. Yu’s triumphant return!”

No kneeling. No flattery.

Only the highest military respect.

Yu Xian looked at the scene, his brows slowly relaxing.

He nodded slightly toward Old Li.

“You’ve worked hard holding the home front.”

“And about that threat of draining foreign capitals’ reservoirs—I take it back.”

Then his tone shifted lazily, carrying a hint of overwhelming arrogance.

“But from now on…”

“If anyone dares interrupt my fishing again…”

“I’ll take this Sealing God List full of Outer Demons…”

“And slap it directly onto their ancestral graves.”

Silence filled the plaza.

Chu Feng trembled with excitement and snapped a salute.

“Yes, sir!”

Everyone knew—

That broken-looking scroll was now a portable super nuclear arsenal containing high-dimensional demon gods.

Yu Xian sighed, took Su Wanyi’s hand, and walked toward an old pickup truck warming up in the distance.

“Let’s go home.”

He muttered while opening the door.

“That cheap 9.9-yuan fishing rod is still stuck in the mud at Wild Boar Gorge…”

“If I’m late, someone might steal it.”