Chapter 565: Fusang's Doom

How could this be? Our geniuses this year, how could there be so few?

It must be Lu Xun; he's behind this!

After Lu Xun became Lord of Lan Xing, the first victim appeared.

That is Fusang.

Becoming Lord of Lan Xing doesn't mean one can do as they please, but Lu Xun can now rely on the Heavenly Dao Principles to do some things.

For example,

Removing the Heavenly Dao Principles' favor upon the Fusang people.

The stronger Lan Xing becomes, the faster the cultivators there progress, and the higher the annual birth rate of geniuses.

But after losing the boost from the Heavenly Dao Principles, the number of geniuses born in Fusang this year was instantly halved.

Over a decade later, as Lan Xing grew stronger, original Fusang could produce over a hundred geniuses who had opened the Heaven Earth Meridian each year, even hoping to break two hundred.

But this year, they only produced fewer than fifty.

Not only that,

The difficulty of tribulation for the Fusang people has also increased.

Their cultivation speed has likewise slowed, not much faster than cultivating in the starry void.

In a moment, all Fusang people panicked.

Although Lu Xun did not directly act against them,

doing this is not much better than killing them.

The Ruler of Fusang had to step forward, joining with the West to pressure the East.

The Western Nine Realms have long been dissatisfied with the Heavenly Heart Mark left on Lu Xun.

Thus they followed the Ruler of Fusang together, marching mightily toward the East.

"Lu Xun, Lan Xing belongs to everyone; you meddled with the Heavenly Dao, violating Heaven Harmony, causing our Fusang geniuses to sharply decline—this is unfair!"

The Ruler of Fusang was furious.

"Fair?"

Lu Xun's gaze pierced the Ruler of Fusang like an ice blade, his voice icy:

"Back when you slaughtered our tens of millions of compatriots, did you ever consider the words 'fair'?"

The Ruler of Fusang's face darkened, his tone showing impatience:

"It's been over two hundred years; why do you keep bringing it up?"

Lu Xun stood tall, his voice like metal and stone, each word ringing:

"National grudges and family hatred—never mind two hundred years; even two thousand, as long as a day remains unsettled, we will not forget a single day, and we are more qualified to ask this on behalf of countless departed souls!"

The Ruler of Fusang fell silent.

After a moment, he said: "What exactly must you do to spare us?"

Lu Xun looked at him with a half-smile: "You're someone who has lived from the ancient era to now, right? As a member of the Imperial Family, if you are willing to commit seppuku to atone with your death, I will forgive you."

"Don't go too far!"

The Ruler of Fusang naturally unwilling.

It was no easy feat for him to cultivate to the Nine Realms.

"To ask him to commit seppuku—how could that be possible!"

"Look, you, as ruler, don't even love your people much—shall I help you out?"

Lu Xun drew his sword.

The Ruler of Fusang was frightened and kept retreating.

"Coward, with just that bit of courage, you dare come find me? Last time it seemed I went too easy on you."

Lu Xun no longer prepared to continue talking; he merely waved his hand.

"Uh-oh..."

"Pfft..."

The Ruler of Fusang sensed the threat and tried to block it.

But it was utterly useless.

Lu Xun struck casually, sending him flying.

"Boom~"

The Ruler of Fusang fell from the heavens and smashed onto Fusang Island again, the ground trembling violently from the impact.

"Oh no, Fusang is going to sink!"

Just this one blow, and Fusang Island faced its doom.

Fusang's largest island sank more than half.

As for the Ruler of Fusang, his life or death is unknown.

"Fusang is finished."

This sight made all the Western Nine Realms who had come feel a chill in their hearts.

Lu Xun's strength became ever more unfathomable.

They no longer dared provoke Lu Xun, not even thinking to speak up for Fusang.