Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 55: Glory of the Shurima Empire
"rise!"

Azir suddenly shouted loudly, and the sound exploded like thunder over the desert.

He raised his scepter high, his eyes blazing with a powerful light. The sun disk itself, deep in the Sahara Desert, seemed to sense the call and began to tremble violently.

Then this ancient artifact broke through the clouds, drawing a dazzling golden trail in the sky.

Wherever it passed, the clouds parted automatically and sunlight poured down like a waterfall. The creatures in the desert knelt down because they knew what it symbolized.

When the sun disc descended over the Red Sea sand sea, the disc slowly rotated, and the ancient runes on its surface lit up one by one, casting thousands of golden rays of light.

These rays of light are like living threads, weaving a grand blueprint on the sea of ​​sand.

Azir waved his scepter, and the golden sand under his feet suddenly boiled. Under the pull of the power of the sun, hundreds of millions of grains of sand began to reorganize themselves in a subtle way.

First of all, the foundation - the originally soft sand sea suddenly solidified and turned into sun rock which is harder than obsidian.

The surface of these rocks is naturally sun-patterned, and they gleam with a metallic luster in the sunlight.

Immediately afterwards, massive stone pillars emerged from the sand, each one a golden hue, a strange symbol carved into its shaft. Atop each pillar hovered a ball of eternally extinguished sunfire, illuminating the entire complex with a golden splendor.

The dome of the main hall slowly took shape amidst the roaring sound. Its shape resembled an inverted sun disk, its surface inlaid with glazed tiles. When the sun shone on it, the entire dome would reflect a colorful halo, like a miracle.

The side halls display perfect geometric symmetry, each connected by a suspended golden bridge. The bridge has no pillars, relying entirely on the power of the sun rune to float in the air, making walking on it feel like walking on clouds.

The most breathtaking thing is the majestic Sun Fountain in the central square.

Clear spring water is gushing out from the gilded spring eye, and the water reflects a colorful halo in the sunlight, like a flowing silk, drawing an elegant arc in the air and then falling into the surrounding pool.

The bottom of the pool is covered with the purest golden sand, each grain of which has been tempered by the true fire of the sun, and sparkles like stars under the rush of water.

Qingli couldn't help but squat down and stretched out her trembling fingers to touch the water surface.

“How is this possible?”

She felt a real coolness and could even smell a faint scent of water vapor.

This is not an illusion, but a real source of water.

What’s even more amazing is that these water flows seem to be restrained by some force. Even if blown by strong winds, they will not disperse and always maintain the perfect shape of water curtain.

This is no ordinary water, but a sacred spring imbued with the power of the sun's disk. It possesses the form and coolness of water, yet will never be evaporated by the desert's heat.

"From this day forward, this is the center of the empire." Azir's voice echoed throughout the newly built palace. He slowly ascended the steps to the main hall, and with each step, the stone steps beneath his feet lit up with corresponding runes.

The sun disk hangs directly above the palace, like a sun that never sets.

Azir stood on the terrace outside the main hall, overlooking his masterpiece.

The palace would become an enduring symbol of imperial power—both a center of rule and a statement of strength.

Golden morning light pierced the clouds, casting a sacred halo over the newly completed Sun Temple. In the days that followed, supreme warriors from the two deserts journeyed across vast expanses of sand to meet the Sun Emperor, the unifying force of the desert.

The first to tear through space and descend was the Silver-Winged Ant Queen. She stepped gracefully out of a silver crack in space. The queen of the ants who controlled the power of space restrained all her edge at this moment and presented the Ant Tribe's Holy Crown, a symbol of submission, in front of the temple.

Then, a sandstorm suddenly erupted, obscuring the heavens and earth. The figure of the Sandstorm Emperor loomed in the raging sand. This ancient being, formed from pure sandstorms, was sometimes as majestic as a giant, sometimes as shifting as quicksand. When he knelt on one knee, the wind in the entire desert stilled.

The most striking thing was the sudden spread of blood-red shadows. From the shadows, the former Lord of the Sahara Desert slowly emerged, his body swirling in crimson sand, each step leaving a burning footprint on the ground. This powerful figure, who had once battled Azir for dominance of the desert, now silently lowered his proud head.

Then several powerful auras awakened from the depths of the desert.

There is the Lord of the Abyss who looks like a monster, the Emperor of Quicksand who controls fine quicksand, the Venerable Skyfall who wears a starry sand robe, and so on.

These emperor-level beings who have been hidden in the Sahara Desert for thousands or even tens of thousands of years have all responded to Azir's call today.

When all the powerful men gathered in the Temple Square, they saw the scepter in the Tsar's hand slowly outlined in the void.

Each trajectory imbued itself with the power of ancient laws, and golden streaks of light lingered in the sky for a long time. Gradually, an unprecedented emblem took shape in the heavens—a perpetually rotating sun disk above, an endlessly stretching desert crest below, the two seamlessly intertwined through exquisite runes.

“Since then—”

Azir's voice is not loud, but it is like the sound of an ancient bell, vibrating deep in the soul of every living being, and every grain of sand in the desert resonates.

"The two deserts are collectively called—"

The sun disk suddenly spun at an accelerated rate, projecting a beam of light that pierced the sky. The forehead marks of all the powerful warriors lit up simultaneously, complementing the emblems in the sky.

"Shuriman Empire!"

The final declaration turned into a tangible sound wave, echoing over the desert for a long time.

Then Azir stood on the highest terrace of the Temple of the Sun, overlooking the endless sea of ​​sand below.

He lightly tapped the ground with the scepter in his hand, and golden light spread out like ripples, redividing the territory of the entire desert. The different demon tribes were clearly marked at this moment.

But he left behind a large area of ​​unowned land, and any demon tribe that wanted it could go and rob it.

The desert is a place where the strong prey on the weak, where blood and slaughter are the eternal rhythm. The demons' bloodthirsty nature will not change with the establishment of an empire, and Azir has no intention of forcibly changing their nature.

As long as it doesn't touch the bottom line - such as the life-and-death struggle between emperor-level strongmen, or the large-scale massacre of relatively weak tribes, he chooses to watch the rest of the fights coldly.

"Sand Eater" Karim questioned this: "Your Majesty, if we allow the fighting to continue, will it weaken the power of the empire?"

Because he knew that the demons on their side of the Arabian Desert were clearly at a disadvantage.

Azir simply glanced at him calmly: "Survival of the fittest, but genocide is not allowed."

His words drifted away with the wind, blending into the rolling yellow sand. In this cruel yet beautiful desert, the ancient laws still applied—

(End of this chapter)