I am the Thunder Emperor in the fight

After Mo Yu took away the Endless Light Body, the six disheveled figures remained silent for a long time on the ruins of the Floating Pagoda.

Standing before the desolate mountain inlaid with the Floating Pagoda, Fu Tu Xuan gazed at the countless shocking cracks on the pagoda's surface, his aged face now ashen.

He slowly raised his hand and put the broken ancestral pagoda into his sleeve, his movements so gentle as if afraid of waking something.

The moment the pagoda was slipped into his sleeve, he felt a chill spread from his palm to his entire body. It was the coldness of the ancestral pagoda after its spiritual power was greatly damaged, the desolation of ten thousand years of accumulation being dissipated in a single day.

"Elder..." A Buddhist elder behind him cautiously asked, "How should we settle them within the clan?"

Fu Tu Xuan didn't turn around, but simply waved his hand, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible: "Seal the mountain. For the next thousand years, the Fu Tu Ancient Clan will no longer concern itself with the affairs of the Great Thousand Worlds."

The elder trembled, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

He gazed at the Grand Elder, who seemed like a flickering candle ready to be extinguished at any moment, bowed deeply, and turned to leave.

Fu Tu Xuan stood alone on the ruins, gazing in the direction where the silver figure had disappeared, and murmured, "Mo Yu... just how far are you going?"

No one answered him; only the wind blew across the rubble and ruins.

On the other side, Maha Tian held the Maha Yin-Yang Bottle, its cracks shockingly obvious, as if holding a cold corpse.

The yin and yang energies within the bottle had long since ceased to circulate, and that once peerless sacred artifact that had devoured all things now possessed less than 20% of its former power.

Elder Maha, who was accompanying them, tried to take the treasure bottle, but Maha Tian pushed him away.

He held the broken bottle himself, his expression constantly changing. The once proud chieftain of the Maha Ancient Clan now looked as desolate as an old man on his deathbed.

"Clan leader..." someone whispered from behind, "Mo Yu, he..."

“Go back.” Maha Tian interrupted him, his voice eerily calm: “After you go back, close the clan. Without my order, no one is allowed to step out of the ancestral land.”

The elder opened his mouth, but remembering Mo Yu's terrifying figure, he ultimately didn't ask any more questions.

When the Grand Ancestor Tai Ming left, he held the tattered Tai Ling Ancient Map tightly in his arms.

The charred marks on the edges of the scroll were still emitting wisps of smoke; the once complete world was now nothing but chaos.

His steps were unsteady, and he would pause for a moment after each step, as if his aged body could no longer support his weight.

“Ancestor…” The disciples of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan surrounded him, wanting to help him up.

Tai Ming Ancestor shook his head and pushed their hands away.

He raised his head, looked into the distance, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go back, Tai Ling Ancient Clan. From this day forward, we will no longer participate in any disputes."

On the other side, Hei Tian and Hei Di left side by side.

They didn't speak, and they didn't even look at each other.

They each put the broken, dark wheel into their sleeves. The Black Moon Dark Wheel, which had once struck fear into countless people, could no longer emit even a glimmer of light.

The two walked out of the Floating Pagoda Continent and immediately stopped in their tracks.

“Black Sky,” Black Earth suddenly spoke.

"Ah."

"That shot... should we still seek retribution?"

Hei Tian remained silent for a long time, so long that Hei Di thought he wouldn't answer, before he slowly spoke: "I can't pay."

He stepped into the darkness, his voice carrying far: "Go back, Black Sky Ancient Clan. From this day forward, the clan will be sealed off for ten thousand years."

Huang Qiu was the last to leave.

He dragged his limp right arm and walked alone at the very back.

The disciples of the Ancient Wilderness Clan followed from a distance, not daring to approach. They had never seen their clan leader so disheveled, not because of the injuries on his body, but because of the light in his eyes.

That once arrogant gaze is now filled with deep awe and bewilderment.

"Clan leader..." someone finally couldn't help but speak up, "What about Mo Yu..."

"Shut up," Huang Qiu interrupted him, his voice low.

"From this day forward, no one in the Ancient Wilderness Clan shall ever again utter the name Mo Yu. Anyone who violates this rule shall be expelled from the clan."

The tribesman trembled and dared not say another word.

Six figures, from five directions, representing five ancient clans with a history spanning millennia, fell silent at this moment.

The news spread faster than the wind.

Within three days, news of Mo Yu's suppression of five ancient clans, severe damage to four clan-protecting sacred artifacts, and forcing Fu Tu Xuan to hand over the Endless Light Body spread to every corner of the Great Thousand World.

Martial Realm.

Lin Dong sat cross-legged in the cultivation room, with a communication jade slip floating in front of him.

The jade slip contains detailed records of every aspect of the battle fought by the Futu Ancient Clan.

From Mo Yu stepping into the Floating Pagoda Hall, to the six Saint-level experts joining forces to besiege him, to the thunderbolt that condensed ten thousand thunders, and finally the simultaneous destruction of the four clan-protecting sacred artifacts.

He read the last word and remained silent for a long time.

"Above the Saintly Heavenly Supreme..." he murmured, a glint of indescribable light flashing in his eyes.

"That attack has already touched the threshold of the Saint-grade."

He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and stood by the window, looking eastward, towards the direction of the Thunder Emperor's Palace.

“It’s only been ten years.” His voice was very soft: “Brother Mo has actually come this far.”

Ling Qingzhu walked over with a teacup and happened to hear this. She was slightly taken aback: "Husband, are you talking about the Thunder Emperor?" Lin Dong nodded, took the teacup, but did not drink it.

He paused, a profound meaning flashing in his eyes: "The heavens of this vast world are about to change."

Endless Fire Domain.

Xiao Yan stood with his hands behind his back in the void, flames swirling around him, casting a faint golden hue over the entire sky.

Before him was a huge light screen, which was playing footage of the battle of the Futu Ancient Clan on a loop, especially the moment when the last thunderbolt exploded.

“Cousin Moyu…” he murmured, a smile playing on his lips, “He was even more domineering than when I stormed into the Yunlan Sect alone back then.”

Xiao Xiao stood behind him, her eyes filled with shock: "Father, can Uncle Mo Yu really become the second Immortal Emperor?"

Xiao Yan didn't answer. He remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "The Immortal Emperor suppressed the outer realms for ten thousand years, relying on more than just strength. If Cousin Mo Yu wants to reach that level, he also needs..."

Before he could finish speaking, his gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked toward the far north.

That place is home to the evil race from beyond the realm.

Sword Domain.

A sharp sword light shot into the sky, cleaving through the clouds.

Amidst the sword light, the green-robed sword saint stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by sword energy, as if he had merged with the entire world.

A sword talisman floated in front of him, containing only six characters.

Mo Yu, above the Saintly grade.

He stared at it for a long time, then raised his hand and crushed the sword talisman. The fragments turned into specks of light and dissipated into the void.

"A second Immortal Emperor..." he murmured, a complex look flashing in his eyes: "Perhaps, it's time for a second one."

Daqian Palace.

Qin Tian stood in the void, his body swirling with spiritual energy, his face square and cold.

Before him was a huge light screen, showing the scene of the thunderbolt exploding.

He stared for a long time, so long that the elders of the Great Thousand Palace behind him thought he wouldn't speak.

"Peak of the half-step Dominator." He finally spoke, his voice so calm that no emotion could be detected: "Only one step away from the legendary Dominator."

As the master of the Great Thousand Palace, Qin Tian knows many secrets of the Great Thousand World, including the realm above the Saint-grade Heavenly Supreme, the Dominator Realm.

After all, the Immortal Emperor had reached this realm back then. Although he was only a half-step ruler, he still suppressed the evil races outside the realm and made immortal contributions to protecting the Great Thousand World.

"Palace Master, should we..." At this moment, an elder of the Great Thousand Palace asked with a slight flicker in his eyes.

Mo Yu's appearance has clearly disrupted the order of the Great Thousand World, which may not necessarily be a good thing for the Great Thousand Palace.

"No need." Qin Tian interrupted him, his gaze becoming deep: "If he can really reach that point, it will be a good thing for the Great Thousand World."

He paused, his voice suddenly becoming serious: "As for the outer realms... send out orders to strengthen the defenses of the Northern Wilderness. The evil races from beyond the realms are probably about to make a move."

"Yes!"

Just as the vast world was awestruck by the legend of Mo Yu, in the far north, behind the millennia-old barrier that separated the vast world from the outside world, countless dark figures were slowly gathering.

In the darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes slowly opened.

"Mo Yu..." The voice was hoarse, like the scraping of metal: "After the Immortal Emperor, has another person emerged who has the potential to become the ruler?"

A moment of silence.

“Interesting. Ten thousand years ago, the Immortal Emperor suppressed us all for ten thousand years with his own power. Now he has long since passed away, the Great Thousand Worlds are severely damaged, and now Mo Yu has emerged…”

A cold smile flashed in those blood-red eyes.

"Pass down the order. The entire army must assemble. The time has come. It is time for the world to taste the bitterness of being shrouded in darkness once more."

In the darkness, countless shadowy figures responded simultaneously.

The sound converged into a torrent, causing even the ancient barrier to tremble slightly.

In the East of this vast world, deep within the Thunder Emperor's Palace.

Mo Yu sat cross-legged on the Chaos Thunder Lotus, with five profound and primordial lights floating in front of him.

The vast and immortal body that will never perish through the ages.

The profound darkness of the ancient form of the Night God.

The sacred light of the Supreme Spirit Body.

The endless luminous body dispels all laws.

The primordial and domineering nature of the Desolate Ancestor.

The five original Dharma bodies have finally come together.

Mo Yu closed his eyes, and his aura began to slowly rise.

He was unaware that the extraterrestrial evil race was stirring, nor did he know that the vast world was comparing him to the second immortal emperor.

All he knew was that the final step was right in front of him.

And this one step forward is... becoming the ruler! (End of Chapter)