Chapter 917: Master of the Realm (1/2)

As the stair to the world of celestials, the Builder Tree had been playing host to countless yin spirits crawling up it to flood into the land above. With its destruction, all of them were pulverized as well.

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As the five emperors had just come into their strength, they weren't a match for the realm monster and it would be an easy feat for the enemy to kill them.

However, it lost its sanity when Lu Yun destroyed the tree and swept the emperors away, turning to charge at the youth instead. The biting wind howling through the air roiled into wintry currents that ran rampant over the sea, freezing the air solid.

After he chopped down the Builder Tree, Lu Yun remained standing in the air with Worldcarver in hand, coolly staring down the crazy realm monster. It’d swallowed Goumang’s body completely and was an orb that glinted piercingly, surrounded by dense glacial mist.

Such was the realm monster’s true form, formless and intangible apart from the orb.

Of course, this was also a very weak member of its race since the truly powerful realm monsters could take other form—the future Xuanyuan Xiaoyue, for example, was a premier realm monster.

He jerked his hand upward when the enemy drew close and smashed Worldcarver down on the agitating orb.

Boom!

It felt like the obliteration of a world had been set into motion as terrifying energy reverberated throughout the land. This was Lu Yun’s first time witnessing the death of a realm monster. Seawater that had frozen solid into icebergs burst open as furious tidal waves, roaring with incoherent rage across the water’s surface.

He also keenly perceived that a strand of unusually profound strength had melded into the local dao when the realm monster died, upon which the great dao grew a little bit stronger.

“Realm monsters are transmuted from dead worlds, so their core essence is that of the world’s essence. Therefore, their strength will be absorbed by the heavenly dao upon their destruction. Ah… I see how they go extinct in the future.”

Since the core essence of realm demons could be absorbed by the heavenly dao, humans only needed to completely demolish the creatures to ensure that they would never be reborn.

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Striking out together, the five emperors ruthlessly destroyed the remains of the Builder Tree, felled the realm demon, and retook Mu nation.

When the dust settled, Lu Yun built a great formation over the Mu nation and injected life back into the desolate kingdom. Ling Weiyang relocated his new nation back to home ground, not minding that the Builder Tree was gone.

It’d long become just a symbolic totem to the people, and was in fact a magnet for danger since enemies would constantly target it. With its death, realm monsters would only be able to access the world of celestials through Mount Buzhou and redirect their attentions there. All that mattered was that the Mu nation was now legitimate in name and substance in the eyes of the world.

The five emperors also made use of this opportunity to enter an official alliance and establish the five great nations as the five titans of the great wilderness.

Sudden inspiration struck Lu Yun in the heroic atmosphere and he retrieved the six altars from Pangu’s tomb beneath Mount Buzhou. The six could communicate with the five elemental directions; the five nations would soar to greater heights if they used these altars to worship heaven.

However, the Yellow Emperor regifted four of them to the other four nations after he received them. It would seem that events of the present differed from the history that Lu Yun knew, one in which the Yellow Emperor appointed five priests and oversaw the rites of the five altars.

History followed its own progression; Lu Yun was just a catalyst for one of its beginnings. Many things would happen in the future that would change everything he saw now.

Of course, he would have no say in any of that.

And then, he stunned the great masters of the world by bequeathing Worldcarver to the Yellow Emperor.

Worldcarver was recognized by all connate demon gods as the foremost treasure of the great wilderness. It was the divine weapon of the great god Pangu, but the Flame Emperor of the human race was giving it up without a second thought!