Projection of the Heavens: I prove my immortality through slaughter.

Thirty thousand miles east of the Panshi tribe lies a landscape drastically different from the barren hilly region.

Here, the earth rises up, forming a majestic, continuous, and deep purple mountain range.

The mountains are shrouded in thick, leaden clouds year-round. Within these clouds, there is not water vapor, but countless violent lightning bolts that weave, collide, and explode! The deafening thunder never ceases, as if the heart of heaven and earth is pounding there.

This is the Leize Mountains, the territory of the innate gods and demons who rule this vast area spanning hundreds of thousands of miles—the Leize Clan.

Deep within the mountains lies not an ordinary cave, but a magnificent palace constructed entirely of a dark purple crystal that naturally guides lightning.

The palace's dome soared into the clouds, directly connecting to the thunderclouds above. Countless thick bolts of lightning, like docile pets, coiled around the palace's pillars and eaves, transforming into eternal illumination.

This place is the core of the Lei Ze clan—the Wan Lei Palace.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the Wanlei Hall, a huge hall carved from a single piece of "lightning-struck jade," was as heavy as the deathly silence before a storm.

On either side of the main hall stood dozens of figures of various shapes and sizes. Some were covered in scales and had dragon horns on their heads, with water vapor swirling around them; some had wings on their backs, covered in feathers, with eyes as sharp as lightning; some were made entirely of rock or lava, exuding the aura of earth and fire; and some had bizarre and indescribable appearances, with poisonous miasma or shadows surrounding them.

They were all leaders of various races or descendants of powerful gods and demons who were subordinate to the Raize clan, with even the weakest among them comparable to the early Nascent Soul stage of a human. They were the ruling class of this territory, forming a loose alliance—the Council of Gods and Demons.

At the far end of the hall, atop the highest Thunder Throne, sat an incomparably majestic being.

Its form is similar to that of a human, yet it stands ten zhang tall. Its skin is a deep purplish-gold, covered with naturally formed, mysterious totems resembling lightning patterns. Its face is ancient and simple, and as its eyes open and close, it seems as if countless thunderous worlds are being created and destroyed. Its long purple hair dances wildly without wind, each strand crackling with tiny sparks of electricity.

He simply sat there, yet his entire being naturally exuded a terrifying pressure that caused the space of the entire hall to distort slightly, as if he were the embodiment of thunder, the source of destruction and creation.

He is the ruler of this place, the innate god-demon—Lei Ze! His power has reached an incredible level, far surpassing ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, and may even have touched the edge of Void Refinement.

At this moment, Lei Ze's eyes, brimming with the power of thunder, were indifferently fixed on the center of the hall, where a bat-winged demon wolf lay prostrate. It was one of the hunters who had narrowly escaped from the Rock Tribe (Lin Xuan had deliberately released it to deliver a message). Trembling, it reported the strange events in the Rock Tribe and the deaths of three hunters and a ferocious beast.

"...By the...By the Supreme God," the demon wolf's voice was filled with extreme fear, "the humans of the Rock Tribe, I don't know what kind of fortune they've obtained, they've actually...they've collectively gained power, they can even kill the ferocious beasts! Your subordinate...your subordinate witnessed with his own eyes, an invisible will possessed a human youth, and with one punch...one punch, he killed the ferocious beast!"

Its report caused a low commotion and discussion among the members of the God and Demon Council on both sides of the main hall.

"Humans? Those weak creatures of prey?" "Collectively possessing power? Could it be some powerful being passing by and imparting their teachings?" "Possession? Killing a beast with a single punch? Hmph, exaggeration!" "Regardless, this matter is bizarre. Humans are only fit to be food; how could they possibly possess power?"

Seated atop the Thunder Throne, King Raize ignored the commotion below. His gaze seemed to pierce through the palace walls, fixed on the direction of the Rock Tribe. A moment later, his voice, like the thunder of a thousand cries, slowly resounded through the hall, silencing all other noises:

"The fluctuations of the laws... an unfamiliar aura... not from any ancient being I know of." "Stealing faith, disrupting order."

His words were simple, yet carried an undeniable certainty. At His level, one could vaguely sense the "otherworldly" aura emanating from Lin Xuan's projection, a system of laws distinct from this world's, as well as the pure power of faith gathered by the Rock Tribe.

"Your Majesty, have your judgment!" A leader clad in crimson scales and resembling a lizard-man stepped forward. He was the leader of the "Fire Lizard Clan," his voice hoarse and filled with murderous intent. "Humans are lowly, fit only to grovel on the ground, offering their flesh and souls. Now they dare to steal power and rebel against gods and demons! This must not be allowed to continue! We implore Your Majesty to command that my Fire Lizard Clan to crush that Rock Tribe into dust and burn their souls for eternity!"

"The Fire Lizard King is absolutely right!" another Shadow Demon leader, shrouded in shadow with only two crimson eyes flashing, spoke in a sharp voice, "We must use the most cruel methods to intimidate all the slave races! Let them know what the consequences are for disobeying gods and demons!"

"I second that!" "They should be exterminated, their souls extracted and refined!"

Inside the main hall, the crowd was filled with indignation, a rejection of the "variables" and a ruthless determination to maintain their own ruling position.

Lei Ze listened indifferently, lightning flashing in his eyes. To Him, the survival of a human tribe was as insignificant as dust. But the aura of that "otherworldly" place, and the methods it displayed for rapidly enhancing human power and gathering faith, aroused a trace of His interest, and... a trace of instinctive repulsion.

Any uncontrolled entity that could challenge the existing order should be completely eradicated in its infancy.

"Can."

Lei Ze finally spoke, his voice like a divine decree, setting the tone.

"The Rock Tribe has committed blasphemy against gods and demons; their crime deserves death." "The anomalies behind them must be investigated thoroughly."

His gaze swept across the area below, finally settling on a tall figure standing quietly to the side, enveloped in silver lightning, with four pairs of thunder wings on his back.

"Lei Yi." "Present!" The descendant of the gods and demons known as Lei Yi bowed and responded. His aura had reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm. He was a direct descendant of the Lei Ze clan and one of the top combat forces in the God and Demon Council.

"You will lead the elite of the Fire Lizard and Shadow Demon tribes to the Rock Tribe." Raize's voice was devoid of emotion. "Slaughter all who resist, capture their leader, search their souls, and uncover the origins of that anomaly. If you encounter resistance..."

A flash of lightning appeared in Lei Ze's eyes, and a destructive killing intent filled the hall.

"...Kill without mercy."

"I will obey the Father God's decree!" Lei Yi bowed and accepted the order, his silver lightning wings flashing with electricity, his eyes filled with a thirst for slaughter and absolute confidence in the mission.

The Fire Lizard King and the Shadow Demon Leader also stepped forward, grinning as they accepted the order.

An extermination campaign, personally ordered by the innate gods and demons, targeting the Rock Tribe, or rather, targeting Lin Xuan's projection, has begun.

Outside the Hall of Ten Thousand Thunders, the dark clouds churned even more violently, and the roar of thunder shook the heavens and the earth, as if foreshadowing an impending bloody storm.

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of miles away, in the center of the Panshi tribe, above that simple altar.

Lin Xuan's projected divine sense seemed to sense something, awakening from its immersive state of receiving faith. His deep gaze turned towards the direction of the Thunder Swamp Mountains, a cold and dangerous smile curving his lips.

"Finally... something decent has arrived."

His divine sense fluctuated slightly, and a command entered the mind of the old priest Cang, who was leading his people in cultivation:

"Prepare for war."

"The real test is about to begin."

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