Chapter 907: A Lord God on Patrol

Li Yi has now become a Lord God; according to the world’s traditional rules, a Lord God’s domain must be at least a thousand li, though if unsatisfied, a Lord God may wage war to expand his territory.

Yet most Lord Gods do precisely this, for territory is wealth, the foundation of lineage and reproduction; within it, a Lord God’s people gain more servants, more game, and can collect more crimson gold from more merchants.

Even if Li Yi has no intention of expanding his borders, Shenyu City must still belong to him, and as his reputation as a Lord God spreads, the tribes within this thousand-li land will send their strongest warriors to join the Crimson Gold Nation.

This is both allegiance and a search for protection.

For tribes that pledge loyalty to a Lord God can avoid the risk of being swallowed, ensuring their lineage and survival.

Today.

From the direction of Chishan, a storm of thunder rolled forth; at its center, a giant clad in crimson-gold battle armor, stepping upon auspicious clouds, strode across this ancient land.

Wherever he passed, all beasts of the earth trembled and instinctively knelt.

Any warrior with even a modicum of experience knew this was a Lord God on patrol.

Li Yi made no effort to conceal his power; he walked openly through the sky, using this act to tell the people of this land that from now on, it belonged to a Lord God.

“The Thunder Lord—has this ancient land finally welcomed its own deity?”

“That is the former Lord of Chishan; he has crossed the Tribulation and passed the trials, becoming a true Lord God.”

“The Lord of Chishan is inspecting his future kingdom.”

As Li Yi traveled, the tribes and merchants along the way all gasped in awe, swiftly spreading word of the Crimson Gold God to every corner, ensuring all knew what had transpired.

“Send our tribe’s strongest warrior and most beautiful woman to Chishan—we shall join the Crimson Gold Nation and recognize Great Li as our Lord.” The tribe’s Grand Priest immediately made his decision.

Their ancestors had lived here for generations; now that a Lord God had appeared, they had only two choices: either flee like the Shenyu clan, or submit.

Most tribes would naturally choose submission; only the tribe of the Hundred Mountains Lord would choose to migrate.

For the Hundred Mountains Lord possesses the potential to become a Lord God himself—he has no need to submit, and warriors of his caliber can thrive anywhere; migration is no hardship for them.

Merely by walking upon the earth, Li Yi had already altered the fate of every soul on this land—that is the influence of a Lord God.

Soon.

His hundred-zhang-tall form appeared outside Shenyu City.

Countless lightning bolts wove across the sky; the giant, like a deity, appeared in all eyes, his terrifying aura spreading, choking every soul within Shenyu City.

“The Lord of Chishan has come.”

Inside the city, Mu Sang Gong, the elder of the Shenyu lineage, stared in shock; finally, his aged face wore a trace of helplessness.

Though he had already heard of the Shenyu Lord’s defeat and the clan’s flight, seeing the Lord of Chishan appear still filled him with sorrow.

All gazed in awe at the Lord of Chishan—but who knew the tragedy of the Shenyu lineage? The Shenyu Lord once had the chance to become a Lord God and restore his clan’s glory—why did the other man reach it first?

And why, during the recent battle, had the Shenyu Lord ordered the North Wind Lord back to Shenyu City? Had the three White Mountains Lords joined forces then, perhaps they could have blocked his path to godhood.

The Shenyu lineage made too many mistakes.

Mu Sang Gong sighed deeply; he no longer gazed at the deity, but walked toward the depths of Shenyu City. He was old, had not fled with the Shenyu warriors, and felt that even in death, he must die beneath golden leaves.

Looking at the divine tree, he felt even greater grief.

The complete divine tree had been severed by the North Wind Lord, who took a main branch back to Youfeng Nation—this was a disgrace to the Shenyu lineage.

Li Yi now noticed the tree’s defect: a thick trunk had been felled, leaving a gaping hole in its once-lush canopy, making it look grotesque.

“That Youfeng Lord truly struck hard.” Though he had known of this, seeing it firsthand still filled him with rage.

This divine tree was his—after grueling battles to defeat the Shenyu Lord and the Great Wasteland Lord, he had finally seized Shenyu City, only for others to reap the spoils. That massive section of divine wood could have forged countless Dao Artifacts—precious capital for future battles against the Heavenly Collapse.

“I’ll reclaim it from Youfeng Nation, sooner or later.” Li Yi thought inwardly.

But he had only just become a Lord God; now was not the time to provoke another Lord God, for Lord Gods themselves varied in strength.

“It’s Tai Yi.”

Inside Shenyu City, over a hundred cultivation experts had seized control of the entire city, stationed across its districts to stabilize the situation and prevent unrest; Xuan Yue Zi and Xiang Xiang Zi held command at the governor’s mansion.

Their strength was formidable, second only to the Hundred Mountains Lord; holding a city posed no challenge.

Yet traces of battle still marred the city.

During the chaos, Shenyu warriors had counterattacked, mountain lords had tried to seize the divine tree, and slave masters had seized the chance to rebel—hence these two dared not return to Chishan.

They feared that if they left, the divine tree would be stripped bare by the time they returned.

Seeing Li Yi arrive, the two immediately led a group of cultivation experts out to greet him.

Li Yi still stood above Shenyu City, cloaked in thunder, displaying his might, and proclaimed with solemn voice: “I am Lord of Chishan, now a true Lord God. From this day forth, Shenyu City is under my rule.”

His voice, accompanied by lightning, exploded through the city, striking fear into every soul.

In truth, no words were needed; the moment he appeared, Shenyu City fell utterly silent—no one dared challenge a Lord God’s authority, not even the Hundred Mountains Lord would dare raise his head.

Li Yi’s gaze swept the city; he noted several warriors of exceptional strength, each possessing at least the power of an Eighty-Mountain Lord.

These bloodline warriors naturally sensed the Lord God’s scrutiny and tensed instantly.

Yet Li Yi made no move to strike; he merely intimidated, seeking no slaughter. The Shenyu lineage had already paid its price; others who had not joined the great battle were innocent.

As a Lord God, Li Yi sought peace on this land—to better harness the resources of the Wildlands and sustain his two hundred cultivation experts, preparing for future cross-realm battles.

Thus, he desired no chaos.

After completing his intimidation, Li Yi activated the Technique of Size Transformation; his form vanished from the thunder and flew into the governor’s mansion.

As he drew near,

Li Yi sensed the divine tree’s scorching aura—but such heat no longer affected a being of his caliber; weaker warriors, however, could not endure it and would be reduced to ash.

“What a divine tree—pure, radiant, brilliant energy.” He marveled.

To guard such a treasure, the Shenyu lineage truly wasted it.

(End of Chapter)