MW Chapter 1829 (1/2)
Chapter 1829 - Fall of an Empyrean
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The boundless Emperor God Wall had stood tall for countless hundreds of millions of years.
The pressure that rolled off the Emperor God Wall was as oppressive as a cage. No one dared to approach too close. As for those people with poor cultivations, their spiritual seas would be directly crushed to smithereens if they were too near.
Suddenly, in front of the Emperor God Wall, a dazzling light shined out.
From the crowds of people, several hundred robed youths raised up their tokens together.
Their tokens began to erupt with a glorious brilliance.
Each ray of light shined upon the Emperor God Wall and was intercepted by a rune.
These runes turned into a number in the void.
As more and more beams of light shined out from the tokens, all sorts of numbers formed in space, finally becoming a numerical value.
“93,420 merit points!”
In front of many disciples, a sect Elder with a snow white beard shivered with excitement as he read this number.
This was the total number of merit points obtained by everyone in their sect.
“Wonderful!” A Sovereign from a small sect wearing an embroidered robe smiled brightly. This result had far exceeded his expectations.
It was considered a good result to have a hundred disciples emerge from the Akashic Dream Battlefield, but this time, there were several hundred people leaving. This was an event worth celebrating.
These merit point would provide their sect with many advantages.
The sects and various influences gathered in front of the Emperor God Wall, using their tokens to exchange for merit points.
Those from the same sect could combine their tokens together so that their merit points would become the total merit points of the sect.
Some smaller sects were ecstatic. They discovered that the number of people who survived this round of the Akashic Dream Battlefield was far higher than before.
Some of these smaller sects even managed to obtain several tens of thousands of merit points; this was far too lucky. These merit points also indicated that their sects were quite strong. The sect leaders all grinned from ear to ear, bursting with joy.
In front of the Emperor God Wall, all sorts of voices rose up.
The proud children of heaven from many influences appeared together, meeting those who waited for them.
But there were also some influences that were extremely gloomy, the expressions of their people dark and somber.
These influences discovered that their people actually didn’t appear.
“The entire spirit race together only has 890,000 merit points?” In front of the Emperor God Wall, the spirit race influence’s merit points were displayed for all to see.
This immediately caused a loud disturbance and intense discussion.
“How is that possible? The spirit race is such a large clan so it’s unbelievable that their total merit points are less than 3 million. But this time they actually have less than a million.”
“Hey, did you all notice that the Purple Chestnut King hasn’t appeared? Did he die inside?” Some influences were beyond shocked as they saw this.
“Aish…”
A spirit race Elder was enraged, his voice rising like a billowing thunder cloud, causing the air in front of the Emperor God Wall to violently ripple.
“Who killed the Purple Chestnut King of my people? Who killed my spirit race’s five Great World Kings?”
“Hmm? How come the shaman hasn’t appeared?”
“Where did Elder Duanmu go? Was he killed inside?”
From the camps of some large influences, angry roars began to sound out.
In front of the Emperor God Wall, embarrassing scenes began to take place. There were some large influences that couldn’t even obtain a million merit points.
In comparison to the harvests of the smaller influences, the contrast was far too sharp.
Many people were startled to discover that from those large influences that couldn’t reach a million merit points, their shamans or Great World Kings had perished.
The truth was that because of their age, these Great World Kings couldn’t provide many merit points to the sect to begin with. However, they could play a great deterring role; they were considered the protective talismans of these sects.
With a Great World King accompanying these groups, the situation would be completely different. But if these Great World Kings died, the sect teams might be eaten up by others without anything remaining.
Soon, the relative disparity in merit points increased by several times.
“…What did you say? The Purple Chestnut King and the five Great World Kings were all slain by a human called Lin Muk?”
From the spirit race camp, a lion-like old man roared out loud, angrily shouting at a spirit race youth.
The youth trembled as he responded. Death God Lin Muk brought far too great a pressure to him.
“The geniuses I taught were… all killed by Lin Muk? Who is this Lin Muk?”
Many sects listened, startled. They didn’t know who Lin Muk was.
“How arrogant! Thoroughly investigate that person’s status for me, I will make sure he regrets being born!” A Great World King influence’s sect leader shouted out in a rage, his eyes flashing with a cold killing intent.
And at this time, some influences above the Great World King level were having their own suspicions.
“How come the old ancestor hasn’t emerged yet?”
The Yellow River Palace was slowly floating in the sky.