C1722 He Exterminated the Thunder Sect

Wei Zhuo had ascended to godhood and was now among the most exalted beings in the Everlands.

Many believed that cultivators who mastered thunder magic could limit those of the same realm who practiced Spirit Magic.

Wei Zhuo's rise to divinity was clandestine, aided by Han Miaoyuan, who had plans to confront the Origin Deity in the future.

He also managed to suppress Youyu, the head of the Bloodbrawlers, and even the Root of the Lunar Meridian!

The Origin Deity, Youyu, and the cultivators of Boulderdawn were all thought to be heavily dependent on Soul Power for their strength.

A supreme entity like Wei Zhuo was the natural nemesis of such powerful cultivators.

He presided over the Everlands, directing his elders and the core Solar Spirit cultivators to strike at the Terror Claws, confident that a formidable cultivator like Lu Ji could eradicate the swarms of Bane.

Wei Zhuo was convinced that a thunderous treasure could shatter the Myriad Demons Circle.

With Wei Zhuo present in the Everlands, Hei Xun believed that Yu Yuan, even if he arrived hastily and without the support of God-Kings like Taishi and Taixu, would be no match for Wei Zhuo.

Beyond Wei Zhuo, there were other formidable figures: Han Miaoyuan, the human leader, and Qin Luo, who resided in the extraterrestrial sun. The weight of their combined power bore down on Hei Xun like a mountain.

Whoosh!

A figure emerged, stepping off a fan. In the moonlight, he stood tall and imposing.

The broad fan behind him displayed scenes of lightning and thunder ravaging worlds, one after another.

These scenes unfolded not in the Everlands but across the Otherkin Star River, in the little worlds inhabited by the Silverscale Tribe, the Crypt Clan, and the Fire Lizard.

Crackle! Hiss!

Streams of "Soulsear Bolt" burst forth from the fan at his feet, enveloping him completely.

"Qi Jinghai!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, Hei Xun, who hailed from the Devil Palace, recognized the fan's quality and the "Soulsear Bolt" it concealed. He exclaimed, "I never imagined you, Qi Jinghai, would possess the rare treasure of Tempest's Edge. Weren't the Thunder Sect once dismissive of them, branding Tempest's Edge as heretical?"

Hei Xun was uncertain about the fan's previous owner, but given that it concealed the "Soulsear Bolt," it was undoubtedly a rare treasure crafted by the Tempest's Edge from beyond our world.

The Everlands Thunder Sect had long viewed the Tempest's Edge with enmity, deeming individuals like Qiao Yuling as malevolent. They claimed that the thunder magic they practiced would ultimately lead to their demise through a lethal backlash.

Now, Qi Jinghai, who had attained the Solar Spirit level, stood upon a rare treasure originating from the Tempest's Edge. "The past is the past, and now is now," he declared.

Upon Qi Jinghai's arrival, Lu Ji and two other Unbound cultivators approached and positioned themselves beside the fan. Although Lu Ji and his companions were of higher cultivation, they followed Qi Jinghai's lead and covertly protected him.

"I had a good friend named Qu Jing from the Ethereal Void Sect. He was as gifted as I am, but..." Qi Jinghai's eyes landed on Yu Yiyi as he let out a soft sigh. "Qu Jing has passed away. A deranged elder from the Qi family continues to exact vengeance on the Ethereal Void Sect in the extraterrestrial realm, resulting in the deaths of many from the sect. Some debts must be settled, and the time has come."

Yu Yiyi's lips curled into a frosty sneer, offering no explanation. She believed Qu Jing had gotten what he deserved.

Amidst the peaks, the teleportation circle suddenly lit up. Zhou You, who had gained a bit of weight, emerged from the long-dormant circle and instantly joined Hei Xun, White Bone, and Yu Yiyi. "I have some troubling news to share," he announced gravely.

At his words, Qi Jinghai, the three Unbound cultivators, and the hidden Thunder Sect cultivators all struggled to contain their excitement. They too had been awaiting this news.

"What's happened?" Hei Xun inquired with a serious tone.

"Lin Daoke of the Sword Sect has shattered the barrier of Ionodios with a single sword strike, forbidding anyone from leaving! Five Grand Sword Immortals from the Sword Sect have encircled the Starway Crossing, allowing entry but preventing any departures."

Zhou You, with a pained expression, looked at Qi Jinghai, who clearly had a glint of joy in his eyes. "The people in the Annihilation Nebula have witnessed the state of Ionodios. Lord Taixu is trapped there as well, and I fear he won't make it back in time."

"Lin Daoke has sealed off Ionodios, waiting for Taishi and Tianqi to return. He's preparing to wage war against Boulderdawn and the Divine Soul Sect from beyond our world."

Upon hearing this, Hei Xun, White Walker, and Stormcrowned Emperor, who had clung to hopes of the God-Kings' imminent return, were suddenly weighed down by a sense of dread.

"The Secular Bird Queen, after emerging from the Ashlands, has been recuperating in the hidden sanctuaries of the Wingkind. They've indicated that Her Majesty won't be able to lend any support for the foreseeable future."

Zhou You was equally troubled. "Tan Xiaotian has stirred up trouble in the sacred lands of the Dawnbringers, leaving them in utter disarray. Cardo and Ballo of the Starborn are tied up by his antics and can't leave. Lord Reid, along with the Sky Fiend's mightiest, is similarly bound within the Dark Star Region."

"Brie of the Shadowkin and Rebecca, the enchantress, I suspect they wouldn't dare venture into Ionodios to assist. Should Lin Daoke's sword be directed at them, they would either perish or sustain grave injuries."

Zhou You laid bare the dire circumstances beyond our world.

Those who had been eagerly awaiting the return of Taishi and Taixu to aid in their stand against Wei Zhuo, Hei Xun, and White Walker were left with even graver countenances upon receiving this news.

"They're holding back, likely awaiting word from Lin Daoke's side."

Yu Yiyi, through the Myriad Demons Circle, had taken note of Qi Jinghai and the Thunder Sect's cultivators, all of whom were quietly invigorated.

This suggested that the Thunder Sect's cultivators must have also received the news through different channels.

With the Grand Sword Immortal from the Sword Sect at his side, Lin Daoke had effectively sealed the Boulderdawn's most vital stronghold in Ionodios.

If the God-Kings of the Boulderdawn cannot break through Lin Daoke's blockade, they can forget about returning to the Everlands to join the fray!

Without a God-King, how could Boulderdawn confront Sect Master Wei Zhuo, Han Miaoyuan, and Qin Luo?

Lin Daoke had personally visited Ionodios to remove obstacles for them, emboldening them to take on the Terror Claws!

Qi Jinghai slowly lifted his hand, pointing towards the people of Fiendpeak, poised to issue the command to attack.

Hidden away, the Thunder Sect's cultivators, having received the message, emerged one by one. There were more than twenty Solar Spirits and two cultivators at the Unbound stage.

Eagerly anticipating Qi Jinghai's signal, they drew various spiritual artifacts woven with lightning, cradling them in their palms or suspending them overhead.

The artifacts' radiance subdued the wailing Banes within the shadowy peaks of the Terror Claws, eliciting uneasy roars.

At that moment, Yu Yiyi, with furrowed brows, trembled faintly.

She instinctively glanced towards the direction of the Thunder Sect in Euwrea.

"The Thunder Sect!"

Simultaneously, Shi Jing'er, Jun Chen, and Feng Zhong from the Skyreach Consortium watched the Thunder Sect from the elevated teleportation circle.

Qin Luo, within the fiery red sun, stepped out with a Divine Visage as imposing as a Flame Deity, looking down in astonishment.

On the moon, the cultivators from various sects, stationed there to prevent intruders from entering the Everlands, were equally moved.

Above the Thunder Sect.

A figure stood on a rare stone bathed in a misty white divine light, like an ancient deity stepping out of age-old legends, commanding the stone to bear down on the Thunder Sect.

The stone expanded boundlessly, transforming into a vast expanse of silver-white land, shining with a brilliant golden glow.

It obscured the sky, forcing all within the Thunder Sect to gaze upwards, their eyes fixed on it alone.

"Dragon Slaying Stage!"

A chorus of astonished shouts erupted.

With a crackling surge, myriad bolts of lightning burst forth like serpentine dragons, their claws scraping against the dazzling light barrier, attempting to prop up the colossal stone platform with their formation.

The platform plummeted, and the writhing thunder dragons and electric serpents were ground to dust under its overwhelming pressure.

Thunder boomed and roared, echoing like a series of explosions across the sky. Within the Thunder Sect's protective circle, three thousand hidden mystic thunders detonated, blossoming like fireworks. In a mere moment, a hundred of the Thunder Sect's cultivators lay dead.

"Yu Yuan! How dare you slaughter the innocent!" Wei Zhuo's enraged howl echoed from a deep valley beneath the Thunder Sect, reaching the ears of many powerful beings across the continents of Euwrea, Quiescence, and even Aetherius.

"You've been capturing people all over, and those who resist are simply eliminated. And you accuse me of killing the innocent? Rong Xun, Xie Bin, Lee Yu, Qiao Yuling—all dead. Weren't they innocent? You've paved your Path to Godhood with blood. With your hands stained, how can you point fingers at me?" Yu Yuan scoffed, then materialized beneath the Dragon Slaying Stage, sword in hand.

Without a moment's delay upon arriving from the Domain Channel to the Moonfall Sanctuary, the Dragon Slaying Stage, capable of instant teleportation, had already reached the Thunder Sect in Euwrea. Yu Yuan didn't hesitate to unleash his fury upon the Thunder Sect.

"The Sword Sect dares to empty its coffers for a campaign in Ionodios. With no supreme primordial spirits left to guard their home, are they not overly confident in my restraint?" Yu Yuan chuckled, pointing his Titanblade towards the Sword Sect, not far from the Thunder Sect.

In the Sword Cave, countless Spirit Swords, standing tall as if piercing the heavens, hummed with excitement, their blades quivering in anticipation.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Sword lights, one after another, were summoned by the Titanblade, flying out from the Sword Sect's Sword Cave. They converged in the void, forming a vast River of Swords.

This spectacle, once a marvel of the Glimmerdrift Nebula, was now rekindled by the Titanblade in the Everlands, carrying with it a sword force more formidable and fearsome than ever before.

"Head for the Ebon Star!"

Beneath the Dragon Slaying Stage, Yu Yuan wielded the Titanblade, directing the enhanced River of Swords with a mere gesture.

As the River of Swords, now a force to be reckoned with, surged forth at Yu Yuan's command, it made its way inexorably towards the Ebon Star, much to the dismay of the onlooking Han Miaoyuan.

Cao Jiaze, having ascended to the Unbound Realm, watched the sword light hurtling toward him, his pupils dilating as blood vessels burst within.

How could he possibly withstand this?

"Han Miaoyuan!"

Yu Yuan gazed skyward, his vision seemingly penetrating the barrier and fixing on the human leader upon the moon. He declared, "You sent Lin Daoke to Ionodios, but did you consider how you'd contend with me without the Everlands? In the absence of the Dark Phoenix, the Untamed, and Tan Xiaotian, who can withstand my Dragon Slaying Stage, or my Titanblade?"

"Just Wei Zhuo?"

Boom!

The Dragon Slaying Stage plummeted once more.

The Thunder Sect's mountain peaks and the dozens of palaces, painstakingly constructed over millennia, were leveled by the Dragon Slaying Stage.

When Yu Yuan reemerged atop the Dragon Slaying Stage, the Thunder Sect was nowhere to be seen beneath him.

Wei Zhuo, along with his Thunder Pool, was crushed into the recessed earth, furiously unleashing bolts of lightning and thunder from the Thunder Pool against the Dragon Slaying Stage.

Yet the Dragon Slaying Stage merely vibrated, its movements minimal.

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