I am the Thunder Emperor in the fight

"Ten Eyes!"

The moment that eerie, malevolent eye standing between the eyebrows truly opened, the whole world seemed to fall into a nightmare from which it could not wake up.

It wasn't silence, nor trembling. It was a deeper, almost instinctive fear.

It was as if the entire world had realized its insignificance at that moment, and the terrifying existence it was facing.

The Heavenly Evil God stood in the void of the lower plane, all nine eyes closed, except for the evil eye between his brows, which radiated an extreme darkness.

That darkness was not a lack of light, but a higher level of engulfment, where even sight, thought, and the very concept of existence vanished before that evil eye.

The lower plane beneath his feet, a continent even older and more solid than the Dou Qi Continent, was collapsing at a visible speed.

Mountains and rivers turned to dust, oceans evaporated, and space peeled away layer by layer like shattered glass, falling into endless nothingness.

Countless creatures on that continent were utterly annihilated as the world collapsed, before they could even utter a scream.

A trace of demonic power spilled out from the lower plane, affecting the nearest Spirit Demon Continent.

The once solid land that had withstood five years of attacks from the extraterrestrial evil race was now like fragile porcelain, revealing countless bottomless cracks.

The entire continent began to tilt, with large chunks of land at its edges peeling away and plunging into chaos.

The Heavenly Sovereigns of the Spirit Demon Continent rose into the air in a disheveled state, their faces pale as they watched all this unfold.

Some of them had fought against the Heavenly Demon Emperor, some had waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and some boasted that their will was as firm as a rock.

But at this moment, everyone felt the same emotion... despair.

It is not cowardice or timidity, but rather the instinct of living beings when faced with an existence far beyond their comprehension.

Qin Tian's lips trembled. He wanted to say something, but found that his throat was as if it were being choked by an invisible hand, and he could not make a sound.

The Undying Lord's withered hands gripped his staff tightly, his knuckles white and veins bulging.

He had lived for ten thousand years, witnessed countless life and death events, and experienced countless moments of despair, but this time was different.

This time, he saw no hope.

The swordsman in green robes trembled slightly as he gripped his sword.

His swordsmanship emphasizes that one can overcome all obstacles with a single thought; if one has no enemy in one's heart, then one is invincible under heaven.

But at this moment, even his conviction in wielding the sword was wavering. That demonic shadow was not an enemy, but a natural disaster.

The leaders of the five ancient clans—Futu Xuan, Mohe Tian, ​​Taiming Laozu, Heitian, Heidi…—looked at each other, their eyes filled with bitterness.

They were once the most powerful beings in this world, having schemed against each other for profit and fought fiercely with Mo Yu for dignity.

Looking back now, those struggles seem so ridiculous.

Faced with the survival of the world and the demonic power of the Ten-Eyed Evil God, all grudges and affections are as insignificant as a feather.

“The nine-eyed state was already so terrifying… Now with ten eyes…” Maha Tian murmured, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

"How can we fight?"

No one answered him, because no one knew the answer.

The entire world was deathly silent. From the Spirit Demon Continent to the Northern Wilderness Hills, from the Endless Fire Domain to the Martial Realm, from the Five Ancient Clans to countless lower planes, countless beings looked up at the sky, feeling the demonic power that made heaven and earth tremble.

Some were crying, some were praying, some were trembling while holding their children, and some were kneeling on the ground, begging for a miracle from the long-deceased immortal emperor.

But will a miracle really happen?

Ten thousand years ago, the Immortal Emperor risked his life to seal away the Heavenly Evil God.

Ten thousand years later, the Heavenly Evil God reappeared in the world, even more powerful than before.

In this vast world, there is no longer a second immortal emperor.

Or... is there?

In the midst of deathly silence and despair, a voice suddenly rang out.

The sound was not loud, even very soft, yet it was clearly audible to everyone, like a thunderclap.

"Ten Eyes, indeed lives up to its reputation."

Everyone froze.

Countless eyes turned in that direction.

Mo Yu remained standing in the void.

Silver-white lightning swirled around him, but it did not become more intense or unleash any astonishing power compared to before.

He stood there quietly, holding his gun, his expression calm, even with a faint smile on his lips.

It was as if the person standing in front of him was not a ten-eyed evil god capable of destroying the world, but an ordinary opponent.

The vertical eye between the Heavenly Evil God's brows shifted slightly, locking onto Mo Yu.

He spoke, his voice seemingly coming from the deepest abyss, or from the chaos before the world was born: "Aren't you afraid?"

Mo Yu smiled calmly: "What's there to be afraid of?"

"Death, destruction, nothingness." The voice of the Heavenly Evil God carried an indescribable eeriness.

"Under my ten eyes, all things are nothingness. Your so-called world will, your so-called hope for living beings, are nothing but a mirage before me."

Mo Yu gently shook her head: "You're right, and you're wrong."

He raised his left hand, his fingers slightly spread.

A faint light shone in the palm of his hand.

That wasn't thunder, nor was it spiritual power; it was something purer, something more primal... light.

The light was very faint, even less than that of a firefly.

But in this world shrouded in the might of the Ten-Eyed Demon, this faint light burned stubbornly like the only torch in the darkness.

"For the past five years, I've been pondering a question," Mo Yu said calmly, looking at the light in his palm.

"What is a ruler? Is it the power that transcends all living beings? Is it the authority to control the power of heaven and earth? Or is it the qualification to leave one's complete true name on the Heavenly Ranking?"

He raised his head and met the gaze of the Heavenly Evil God's vertical eye: "Neither."

"To rule is to protect; it is to bear the weight of all living beings under heaven with the strength of one person!"
It is the responsibility to step forward when darkness falls, to protect countless lives behind you…

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of light erupted from his palm!

It was not a fiery outburst, but a gentle blossoming.

The light spread outwards like ripples, and wherever it passed, the suffocating demonic power began to subside.

It was not that they were defeated, but that they were purified, soothed, and embraced by some higher power.

The Heavenly Evil God's vertical eye narrowed slightly.

Mo Yu looked up at the sky.

His gaze pierced through the skies above the Spirit Demon Continent, through the barriers of the vast world, and landed on a supreme place that no living being could reach.

There is a list there.

It is the Heavenly Ranking.

At the center of the list, four surnames shine brightly: Ye, Xiao, Lin, and Mo.

Ye is the surname of the Immortal Emperor. As for the last three, they are the surnames of Xiao Yan, Lin Dong, and himself, which he left behind five years ago.

It's just a name, not a complete name.

But today, things are different.

"The Celestial Ranking." Mo Yu spoke, his voice calm yet like a decree of heaven and earth, echoing in the ears of every living being.

"Today, I, the King, borrow the wishes of all the spirits of this vast world, and the hearts of those who have protected for millennia, with this body, with this soul, with this path... leave my true name on this list!"

He raised his hand, and a point of chaotic light shone from his fingertip.

That was not spiritual power, not magic, not any known force.

That is the manifestation of the world's will, the prayers of countless living beings, and the unwavering original aspiration of a guardian for millennia.

A beam of light shot into the sky, tearing apart the heavens shrouded in demonic power, and reaching straight for the Chaos Ranking!

“That direction…” Xiao Yan’s pupils shrank slightly: “My cousin wants to…” “To leave his name on the Sky Ranking!” Lin Dong’s eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"Your full real name!"

Upon hearing this, everyone held their breath.

Making a name on the Heavenly Ranking is incredibly difficult!

Throughout history, no one in this vast world has ever achieved such a feat. Even the Immortal Emperor, the Flame Emperor Martial Ancestor, and others have only left behind their surnames!

Although Mo Yu had been in seclusion for five years, his strength had greatly increased, and he was even able to confront the Nine-Eyed Heavenly Evil God head-on.

But to leave one's complete real name on the Sky Ranking requires not only strength, but also the right timing, location, and people; countless opportunities and coincidences; and a miracle that is one in ten thousand!
The Heavenly Evil God frowned slightly, sensing the power contained within the soaring light.

That was not a power he could easily ignore; it was... the resonance of the world's will, the prayers of countless beings, and the ten-thousand-year obsession of a guardian.

"You want me to just sit back and watch you leave your mark?" The Heavenly Evil God sneered, raising his hand and sending a beam of demonic light to intercept the beam!

"Your opponent is us!"

Two figures moved sideways, blocking the demonic light.

Xiao Yan raised his hand, and the Buddha's Fury Lotus exploded, engulfing the demonic light.

Lin Dong unleashed a punch, and the power of the Eight Ancestors transformed into a barrier, blocking all the aftershocks.

The two men had solemn expressions and their breathing was erratic, but the ground beneath their feet remained completely still.

"You two..." Qin Tian murmured from behind.

“My cousin is fighting for our hope.” Xiao Yan didn’t turn around, his voice as steady as iron: “We are his shield.”

The Heavenly Evil God's expression darkened slightly. He raised his hand and unleashed the second and third beams of demonic light in succession!

Xiao Yan and Lin Dong gritted their teeth and did their best to block them.

The Heavenly Sovereigns behind them also stepped in, injecting their spiritual power into the two to provide them with support.

The light that shot out from Mo Yu's fingertips had already reached the Sky Ranking!

The list suddenly trembled!
Countless ancient runes lit up simultaneously, as if responding to the will contained within that light.

On the list, his surname, Mo, began to flash intensely, as if resonating with some higher power!
Mo Yu raised his head and met the gaze of the Sky Ranking.

His fingers moved slowly in the void.

One stroke, one line.

When that first stroke was made, countless sounds suddenly resounded throughout the world.

Those were the voices of countless beings in this vast world—prayer, expectation, blessing, and shout.

They are calling out the same name, hoping for the same thing.

The second stroke, the third stroke.

On the Sky Ranking, the character that was taking shape was radiating an increasingly intense light.

That was the character "Yu," the last character of Mo Yu's name, and the part he had never left on the Sky Ranking.

The expression on Amajima's face finally changed.

He could sense that the power gathering on the Sky Ranking was already enough to pose a threat to him!

"Don't even think about it!" The Heavenly Evil God roared, and the ten eyes between his brows suddenly burst forth with the strongest demonic light!

Xiao Yan and Lin Dong grunted as they were blasted away by that irresistible force!

The demonic light shot straight at Mo Yu!

However, Mo Yu didn't even glance at the demonic light.

His entire focus was on the character on the Sky Ranking that was about to be completed.

The final stroke, complete!

The moment the last stroke of the character "羽" was completed... heaven and earth froze.

The demonic light, powerful enough to destroy everything, stopped just three inches from Mo Yu's brow.

It wasn't blocked, it wasn't resolved, but rather... frozen in place.

It was forcibly fixed in the void by a supreme power that transcends all things and transcends time and space.

The Heavenly Evil God's vertical eye shrank to the size of a pinhead.

On the Sky Ranking, that complete name shone with an unprecedented brilliance!
Mo Yu!

Two ordinary words, at this moment, seem to contain all the mysteries and power since the birth of the universe.

On the list, countless ancient runes revolved, worshipped, and resonated around that name, and ripples spread out, each ripple repairing the world eroded by demonic power.

The collapsing lower plane stopped collapsing.

The shattered Spirit Demon Continent is being healed anew.

The sky, which had been polluted by demonic energy, has regained its clarity.

At this moment, the world is reborn.

As for Mo Yu... he still stood in the void, his silver-white robe fluttering in the wind.

But his aura was completely different.

That's not a change in quantity, but a leap in quality.

From man to god, from mortal to saint, from strong to ruler.

His eyes were no longer filled with thunder or chaos, but with a clarity and depth that encompassed and transcended all things.

In those eyes, there are the mountains and rivers of the vast world, the joys and sorrows of countless living beings, the cycle of birth and death of all things, and everything he protects.

The first being in the vast universe to leave their complete true name on the Heavenly Ranking.

On the Spirit Demon Continent, there was initially only deathly silence.

Then, a deafening cheer erupted like a volcanic eruption!

"Thunder Emperor! Thunder Emperor! Thunder Emperor!"

"Mo Yu! Mo Yu! Mo Yu!"

Qin Tian knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

The Undying Lord roared to the heavens, while the Sword Saint in green pointed his sword at the sky.

The leaders of the five ancient tribes looked at each other and smiled, but as they smiled, tears fell from their eyes.

Xiao Yan and Lin Dong climbed out of the ruins and looked at the figure standing in mid-air, smiles appearing on their lips at the same time.

"As expected of my cousin..." Xiao Yan shook his head, his tone full of satisfaction: "He really didn't disappoint us."

Lin Dong took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming: "A true man should be like this!"

The Heavenly Evil God stood in the void, his ten eyes between his brows fixed on Mo Yu.

For the first time, fear appeared in that evil eye.

No, it's not apprehension, it's fear.

Mo Yu no longer cares about the joys and sorrows of the vast world and the evil races from beyond.

At this moment, a true sense of control welled up in his heart, giving Mo Yu a strange feeling.

It seemed that the whole world was in his hands.

This feeling is like being in control.

Mo Yu slowly clenched his fist and said softly, "From now on, above the Saint Rank, there shall be the Sovereign Realm."

It was as if he held the mandate of heaven in his mouth, and named it accordingly.

He raised his head, gazing at the golden characters high above the Heavenly Ranking, and then uttered a soft chant, his voice like a resounding bell, echoing in the ears of every living being in the vast world.

"In this vast world, where countless paths vie for supremacy, I am the supreme ruler." (End of Chapter)