Chapter 1008

Sheng Rong yielded.

After being jointly soothed by Wu Tou, Miwu, Huanwu with a group of Wu family youths in a thorough and meticulous 'pacification' for half an hour, Sheng Rong, who had exhausted all his divine power, tearfully handed over the Light Scepter in his hand, gritted his teeth, released his soul, and let Miwu control him with the Wisdom Scepter.

The truly amazing thing is that, after being controlled by Miwu, Sheng Rong's three pairs of splendid silver-white wings on his back instantly turned into a black deeper than night.

Black wings are the symbol of a Light God Tribe member who has completely fallen.

Such fallen Light God Tribe members, according to the tribe's tradition, are taboo, an extremely ominous existence; once the Light God Tribe discovers such a fallen one, it will mobilize all its power and annihilate them with thunderous force.

"I can't go back." Sheng Rong knelt before Wu Tie, his face twisted, looking at Wu Tie with a grotesque smile that sent chills down one's spine: "So, let me... let all my kin fall."

Wu Tie spread his hands, smiling and nodding: "As you wish, Wu Tou, copy the gourd."

Wu Tou laughed 'haha', clenched his fists, his finger joints cracking like popping beans, and led a group of wolf-like Wu tribe youths toward the over a thousand Light God Tribe members in the rear who wore expressions of despair.

Sheng Rong knelt before Wu Tie, turned his head 180 degrees, faced his kin behind him with a weird 'gehe' laugh: "Do you still have a choice? Fall, degenerate, abandon all your past beliefs, then enjoy the supreme pleasure of this fall!"

Sheng Rong's pitch-black wings behind him suddenly unfurled, streams of pitch-black divine light gushed out and fiercely struck the hearts of those Light God Tribe members.

Though they share the same origin, it was pitch-black divine power like ink that was injected into these Light God Tribe members' bodies. These Light God Tribe members possess extremely exclusive inner attributes; their light energy, which is extremely extreme in nature, actually offered no rejection whatsoever to Sheng Rong's pitch-black divine power.

Just like ink dropped into clear water.

Over a thousand, nearly two thousand Light God Tribe members simultaneously let out despairing wails; regardless of whether their backs bore wings, membranes, or tiger-like wings, their wings rapidly turned black, and the divine light they sprayed from within shifted from white and silver to an ink-black hue.

"Fall is the best disguise." Sheng Rong gave a weird 'gehe' laugh, his pupils rapidly shifting between silver and black; gradually, the hue of his black wings behind him faded, turning white, then becoming an extremely deep dark silver.

Gradually, the edges of his deep silver wings were plated with a thin gold rim, then countless exquisite golden divine patterns swiftly spread across his wings, and Sheng Rong's aura also gradually grew stronger.

With a 'hum', a pale gold dao seal leapt forth from the top of Sheng Rong's head.

The next moment, another jet-black dao seal, emanating endless yin chill and dark aura, burst from his head.

Thus, Sheng Rong's head successively produced six gold and six black dao seals; twelve dao seals with mutually opposing auras and extremely extreme attributes formed a circular array on his head, then began to rotate slowly.

Sheng Rong's facial muscles twitched as he looked at Wu Tie, half-laughing, half-crying: "I never expected that, after falling, I would actually break through to become a god king... and with such tremendous power..."

Wu Tie gave Sheng Rong a deep look: "Your bloodline inherently possesses a dark side, yet you refuse to acknowledge the dark power you hold—tsk, what a hypocritical tribe."

Sheng Rong remained silent.

Wu Tie's words had been spoken by several bold and reckless mighty figures in the history of the Light God Tribe.

However, after those mighty ones spoke this 'truth', they, together with their immediate kin, were all bound to crosses and burned to death.

How could the noble, sacred, great, and pure Light God Tribe possibly have any connection with darkness?

"That's right, our people are truly hypocritical." Sheng Rong seemed to have suddenly attained great enlightenment, he gave a weird laugh: "Therefore, I have the responsibility to help them see their own hypocrisy, to see the truth hidden in their bloodline."

"I will make all the Light God Tribe completely fall!" Sheng Rong laughed extraordinarily brightly.

Over a thousand Light God Tribe members forcibly led by Sheng Rong and simultaneously falling knelt down one after another, each with a face twisted like a ferocious ghost's grin. Their laughter was filled with inexplicable distortion and frenzy, like a group of mentally uncontrolled madmen.

Miwu chuckled, holding the Wisdom Scepter and Light Scepter, waddling over to Wu Tie's side, he bent low and muttered a few words to Wu Tie in a servile tone.

Wu Tie gave Miwu an approving glance, then pointed at Sheng Rong.

Miwu leaned in to whisper near Sheng Rong's ear; Sheng Rong's expression shifted slightly, then he broke into a bright smile.

"Miwu, I suddenly realized you are this adorable." Sheng Rong laughed so hard his whole body trembled, hysterical laughter causing every muscle fiber in his face to twist and jump wildly, like a string gone mad.

Amid the weird laughter, Sheng Rong took out a finely carved crystal talisman, then murmured a few incantations over it.

In the boundless void, on the Tianjing War Star, a crystal talisman at Xuanwu's waist suddenly twitched, then a large expanse of pure white divine light sprayed out, condensing before Xuanwu, Youzu, Yezun, Chiwei, and Xuapo into a few short words.

"Xuanguang led the Tianjing God Tribe in a surprise attack on the Molten Giant God Tribe, plundering the 'Life Gem'... May I ask, what is the Life Gem? What has the Tianjing God Tribe concealed from us? Are Xuanguang's actions done under your orders, Your Highness Xuanwu?"

"Wu Tou gathered a group of divine followers on Mu Dalu, belonging to the demonic monstrous faction, with over a hundred god-king-level experts. The Tianjing God Tribe sneak-attacked the Molten Giant God Tribe; Wu Tou took advantage of their chaotic battle to launch a surprise assault, both tribes turned to ashes, and I am leading the other clans in flight."

"Urgent need for reinforcements, urgent need for reinforcements..."

With a 'crack', the crystal talisman in Xuanwu's hand shattered into pieces.

Inside the Crystal Hall, the temperature surged suddenly; a terrifying roar shook the entire Tianjing War Star trembling, Yezun's body swelled to thousands of zhang in height, his whole body spewing forth brilliant snow‑bright flames, melting the hall's floor at rapid speed.

"Xuanwu... what is the Life Gem? What do you Tianjing God Tribe intend to do to my Molten Giant God Tribe?"

Yezun's eyes flickered with mad divine light; within that madness, however, there also shone an extreme calm, even aloofness, as he shouted sternly: "In the past two hundred thousand years, tens of thousands of my Molten Giant God Tribe have mysteriously vanished... Is it you who did this?"

Xuanwu gripped the scepter condensed from crystal, slowly rose, and warily eyed Yezun: "What nonsense are you spouting? What Life Gem? I've never even heard of such a thing... Sheng Rong has gone mad, he must be mad!"

Yezun let out an 'ao' roar, lunged at Xuanwu, and with a 'thud' knocked him to the ground, then swung two blazing burning fists wildly at Xuanwu's head.

"If Sheng Rong has gone mad, why did you destroy the communication talisman? You're guilty as sin, you bastard!"

With a 'boom', Xuanwu's crystal scepter heavily struck Yezun's chest; Yezun's thick molten-rock breastplate shattered, large swaths of lava‑hot blood plasma sprayed out, all splashing onto Xuanwu's body, turning his flesh red from the burn.

Yezun was blasted thousands of zhang away by that heavy, terrifying blow, then heavily crashed onto the Crystal Hall's floor, sliding far across the smooth surface.

Xuanwu sprang to his feet, his scepter flashing with blinding crystal light.

His gaze deep, he stared at the flame‑spewing Yezun, opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again.

Yezun gave a low growl, spat out several mouthfuls of blood, then slowly rose; a triple‑flame crown swiftly condensed atop his head, the hall's temperature instantly reached an horrifying degree, the Crystal Hall's ceiling and floor melted, and large sheets of molten crystal poured down like a rainstorm.

Within the Tianjing War Star, urgent alarm cries rang out, great divine patterns flickered, the star's internal defensive seals all activated, the melting crystal rapidly solidified, and the Crystal Hall underwent swift self‑repair.

The hall's doors were burst open by force, and a great throng of Molten Giant Gods and Tianjing God Tribe members, wielding assorted weapons, rushed in.

As a fierce fire‑mix battle loomed, Yezun and Xuanwu exchanged a glance and roared together; the Molten Giant Gods and Tianjing God Tribe members who had rushed in halted all motion, standing there at a loss.

"A misunderstanding!" Yezun gritted his teeth and coldly spat out two words.

"A misunderstanding." Xuanwu voluntarily set down his crystal scepter, speaking solemnly: "At the forward outpost, our five tribes must unite; otherwise we cannot suppress those god tribes... Everything is a misunderstanding. Perhaps it is Wu Tou's scheme."

Only then did Youzu, Xuapo, and Chiwei simultaneously exhale a breath.

Xuapo said coolly: "Indeed, it's a misunderstanding... Hmm, everyone stay calm, calm... If there's something to say, let's speak properly."

The few short words Mist had Sheng Rong send back plunged the five major powers at the forward outpost into endless strife and mutual suspicion. The demise of thirty thousand Molten Giant Gods and thirty thousand Tianjing God Tribe members was undoubtedly like a blade, ruthlessly cleaving their fragile alliance.

Yezun and Xuanwu, as the finest heirs painstakingly selected by their two tribes, kept their emotions in check and did not openly break relations.

But between them, a deep rift undoubtedly formed.

As time passes, this rift will only widen, their mutual distrust will grow stronger, and sooner or later they will erupt into violent conflict over today's events.

Upon the altar, demonic flames surged; giant‑god soldiers shuffled back and forth, piling the demon troops upon the altar.

Wu Tie selected over a thousand civil and military officials, all of whom had smoothly advanced to the Honored Rank; those now stepping onto the altar are all the youths of the Wu Tribe.

Three hundred Wu Tribe elders, nearly three thousand Wu Tribe youths.

Dao seals condensed one after another, and strands of bloodline essence surged upward like wolf smoke.

The illusory apparitions of the primeval Wu Tribe demon gods Gong Gong, Zhu Rong, Kua Fu, and Xing Tian flickered in the sky; heavenly thunder and earthly fire, frost and dew, and various celestial phenomena surged continuously. After the Wu Tribe bloodline reached the Honored Rank, it was rapidly activated and greatly strengthened, and countless Wu Tribe giants thousands of zhang tall tread the void, continually roaring skyward.

Wu Tie brought a large group of subordinates, as well as over ten thousand spirits summoned and controlled by the Mist Wisdom Staff, back to the altar's side.

Amidst howls and curses, the eight great Expedition Commanders Yin Black Eagle and Yin Black Twin, together with their trusted subordinates and the eight Demon Venerable elders of the eight great Expedition Commander families that had invaded Wuguo, were all driven into the altar.

This is the final batch of sacrifices.

The moment the eight Demon Venerables were devoured by the altar, eight light pillars hundreds of miles in diameter shot up into the sky, and the immense demonic power within them surged, triggering a massive earthquake that shook tens of thousands of miles.

With a wave of his hand, Wu Tie shattered those eight light pillars; the vast demonic power transformed into boundless heavenly-earth primal energy that spread in all directions. On the vast plain, vegetation flourished wildly, countless birds, beasts, insects, and fish, as well as flying and running creatures, cried out joyfully, and countless small beasts had their spiritual awareness forcibly awakened, feeling faint magical fluctuations within.

If Wuguo ignores these small beasts, within two years this place will surely be overrun with monsters, and tiny demons will fill the skies.

Huang Lang had already issued an edict on the spot; Wuguo will establish a Demon Suppression Office here to tame these small demons that have inadvertently gained spiritual awareness and incorporate them into Wuguo's battle order.

These monster-transformed flying and running beasts make far better mounts than ordinary warhorses.

The last ten Wu Tribe elders slowly descended from the altar, behind them glowing clouds roiled as white bones, dragons and snakes, flames, and poisonous mists surged toward the heavens. They solemnly approached Wu Tie and bowed deeply, saying, 'Sect Leader!'

Wu Tie nodded; he remains the Sect Leader of the Wu Tribe Sun Sect, and all Wu Tribe people who have migrated to the mortal world, whether elders or ordinary folk, are wholly under his command.

The Wu Tribe is a people of strict order and austere family law; even those ancient monsters who have lived for untold years show Wu Tie the utmost respect, with none daring to rely on their age and act arrogantly.

"Strike while the iron is hot… we'll march straight to the Supreme Demon State." Wu Tie said in a deep voice: "The Demon Emperor and Demon Supreme of the Supreme Demon State have already been subdued by me; he, along with part of his trusted commanders, will become the vanguard general who leads Wuguo's assault on cities and strongholds. Apart from the Demon Supreme and a very few others, every demon leader whose hands are stained with blood shall be slain without mercy."

In the distance, a lingering horn call rang out.

Lao Tie stood on the hilltop, holding a horn carved from the horn of a Water Buffalo Demon of Demon Emperor Level, its dragon-like roar shaking hundreds of thousands of miles.

Rank after rank of Giant God Soldiers marched in perfect order, like an endless black tide, clattering as they surged toward the giant teleportation gate to the south.

Wu Tie left a batch of Honored Rank civil and military officials to garrison the Wu Capital, while he personally led a large force of experts, the vast Heavenly Martial Army, and the War God Army recently expanded twentyfold, marching mightily toward the Supreme Demon State.