South of the Wilderness.
The Empire on Which the Sun Never Sets, with its territory spanning thousands of miles, has been in chaos ever since its ruler led troops to assist Ji Wushuang in the war of the Ancestral Sect Alliance and perished entirely. The nation fell into a state of leaderless turmoil, with corrupt officials running rampant and tyrants in power, leading to the collapse of social order and the decay of morality.
The Great Jin Dynasty couldn’t be bothered with such a small nation. They knew that the initial provocation against Great Jin was orchestrated by Ji Wushuang, but they neither had the time to sweep it away nor the interest to intervene.
However.
Two days ago, the Empire on Which the Sun Never Sets, which relied on the sea for survival, was struck by various strange plagues and diseases.
These plagues swept through the land, even cultivators in the Sea Covering Realm couldn’t resist, suffering from high fevers and having their Dao fruits gradually consumed.
“A sign of a fallen nation! The great structure is about to collapse!”
In a dead city, crows perched on withered branches, vultures circled and landed, finding a resting spot where there would surely be a corpse to feast on, only to be infected by the plague and die instantly.
An old man selling wine leaned on his cane, howling mournfully at the sky, his tears dried up, leaving only sorrow.
Buzz…
Boom!!
The sea surged with waves reaching tens of thousands of feet, blocking out the sky and connecting with the horizon! The once clear sky turned dark and gloomy, with clouds appearing in a dark purple hue.
The old man selling wine turned back in confusion, only to be hit by millions of tons of seawater, instantly turning into a mist of blood.
From a high vantage point, the entire Empire on Which the Sun Never Sets was shattered by the plague-infested seawater, and all living beings within its borders perished in an instant.
A cultivator from a neighboring country soared into the sky, looking far into the distance, witnessing a scene that would be etched in his memory forever.
A towering figure, half of its body emerging from the sea, its face covered in leather armor, revealing only a pair of angry eyes. Its long, green hair dragged across the sea, stretching for nearly a thousand miles, and its entire body was clad in armor, exuding an imposing presence.
“A god…”
The cultivator’s lips and teeth were dry, unable to recover for a long time, his joints feeling as if they were rusted, making it difficult to move.
“It has awakened.”
“We must escape, or we will die, we will surely die.”
He tried with all his might to break free from his immobility, only to despairingly realize that this was the intimidation from a higher-dimensional being, like a sheep bowing its head in the presence of a nearby tyrannosaurus, unable to move.
Splat.
The head of this Moon Shine Realm cultivator suddenly exploded, and his headless body wavered before falling.
Huotu had landed.
All coastal countries were affected. Although Huotu did not intentionally cause slaughter, as the God of Calamity, wherever he passed, life would be extinguished, and the sea would turn into a wasteland.
Plagues, diseases, and calamities spread everywhere.
A nearly ten-thousand-meter-tall figure stood firm, with green hair wildly dancing, and a pair of long, wide eyes exuding coldness. Behind him, colorful clouds stretched for miles.
All beings were terrified and despairing.
An old scholar trembled and said, “The God of Calamity! I… I have seen his depiction in ancient texts. The ancient gods… have awakened.”
“He will bring death and disaster, turning the Wilderness into a dead land.”
People panicked and tried to flee, but their legs trembled, and they couldn’t move.
In an instant, nearly half of the living beings in this country were wiped out.
In a deep mountain on the edge of Gyeonggi, the old ancestor of the country broke through his seclusion, ascending step by step, glaring at Huotu with a knife in hand:
“Slaughtering my people, your sin is unforgivable!”
“Die!”
The blade’s light trailed like a comet, striking towards the ten-thousand-meter-tall god. The old ancestor charged forward like a moth to a flame, without hesitation.
“Ant.”
Huotu glanced sideways, his gaze colliding with the blade’s light, causing the ascending figure to tremble and shoot backward, crashing into the ground.
The monarch of the country rushed out of the Golden Throne Hall in shock, shouting, “Old Ancestor!!”
“Cough, cough…”
The white-haired old man climbed out of the pit, leaning on his knife, with all his ribs broken, his right arm limp, blood oozing from his mouth and nose, yet he laughed:
“Sky-Reaching…”
“As expected of a god who ruled the ancient times, just awakened, with moss still clinging to his body, yet possessing the power of the Sky-Reaching Realm.”
With that, the old man’s eyes turned fierce. Just as he stood up to fight again, he suddenly collapsed, his face turning blue and purple, struggling to speak:
“The poison is in my bones, devouring me.”
“Child, run! Run towards the Great Jin Dynasty!”
The monarch, crying and snotty, turned and ran, shouting as he fled, “Old Ancestor, rest in peace, one day your descendants will avenge you.”
Huotu didn’t even bother to give a glance.
Whether it was Morning Glow or mortals, once tainted by his calamity, they would die, some in days, some in moments.
“The world has been split.”
“This place is called… the Wilderness?”
Huotu was puzzled, closing his eyes to sense, absorbing the fragmented principles and powers scattered in the world. In an instant, he understood the events of the past few thousand years in the Wilderness.
“The Wilderness’s fortune is split, half in the Buddhist Kingdom, half in Great Jin.”
“If I could devour the Wilderness’s fortune, wouldn’t I immediately return to my peak?”
“Interesting.”
With this thought, Huotu turned his head towards the west, ready to step forward, when suddenly a chant echoed in his ears.
A great sun rose from the west, it was the eyes of the Buddha, who looked at Huotu from afar, saying nothing.
“The Dao of Creation, transforming Dao into a world, then devouring the heavens, occupying the Heavenly Dao to recreate bliss, interesting.”
Huotu said it was interesting, but his face remained expressionless. He stared at the Buddha for a few seconds, then shook his head slightly.
This bald monk was formidable. Unless he could lure him out, within the Buddhist Kingdom, the Buddha could exert tenfold his strength.
He could fight, but it would be too exhausting. Huotu had just awakened and had no time to waste.
“The Great Jin Dynasty has no Sky-Reaching Realm, yet it holds three-quarters of the Wilderness’s fortune. You may go there.”
The Buddha’s voice reached Huotu’s ears.
Oh?
Huotu was surprised. Without a Sky-Reaching Realm to guard, yet able to gather most of the Wilderness’s fortune, there must be something special.
“Heh heh…”
“Indeed, no matter which race rules the world, they inevitably walk the path of internal division. Thinking back to ancient times, how united the human race was, carving a bloody path through the dark apocalypse.”
“Enslaving all races, slaughtering the gods, the blood and courage of the ancient humans are unforgettable.”
Huotu felt he had been hasty, igniting the divine altar prematurely, thinking the current human race was as united as ten thousand years ago, expecting to be besieged by billions of humans upon landing.
Unexpectedly, there were even collaborators!
It seemed he might really be able to use this to return to the Sky-Reaching Realm.
With this thought, Huotu indeed turned and stepped towards the Great Jin Dynasty.
“Evil god, stop!!”
The heavily injured old ancestor, tormented by the calamity virus, stood up shakily, glaring at Huotu.
Huotu turned back, surprised at the old man’s persistence: “Living for three thousand years, born when the human emperor’s era collapsed, no wonder you have a bit of the ancient humans’ blood and courage.”
At this moment.
Huotu noticed a young man walking a dog, appearing out of nowhere.
There was an indescribable feeling, a sense of threat, but not much.
“Don’t think I don’t know your true identity. Do you think you deserve to be called the Guardian Beast? Stop pretending! Stand up!”
The young man scolded angrily, but the Big Yellow Dog refused to get up, lying on the ground, resisting with all its might, its face full of reluctance.
What the hell, I, the Sunlight Lord, have barely reached half a step into the Sky-Reaching Realm, and you want me to fight an ancient god? I still want to enjoy a few more years of dog food.
The Sunlight Lord glanced at Huotu, and his eyes rolled back, his legs straightened.
What the hell!
Huotu!
A high-level god of the Sky-Reaching Realm!!
My dog life is over, let’s see if playing dead can save me.
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