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

The fall of Lei Yi, the divine son of Lei Ze, was like a boulder thrown into a seemingly calm lake, and the ripples it caused spread at an astonishing speed to a wider area of ​​the Desolate Ancient Realm.

The news spread through various channels. There were reports of the Fire Lizard King and the Shadow Demon Leader, who had fled back to the Thunder Swamp Mountains in panic; there were whispers from other nearby captive tribes, whose eyes, filled with a mixture of fear and hope, vaguely glimpsed the scene of the god-slaying; and there were also some special beings who roamed the Ancient Wilderness Realm and were well-informed, who carried this battle, which took place on the periphery but had an earth-shattering outcome, to distant places.

Lei Ze Mountains, Wan Lei Palace.

The once thunderous palace was now shrouded in an oppressive, deathly silence. The rolling thunderclouds no longer roared, but hung low over the ceiling like solidified lead, emanating a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere.

On the throne, the arcs of electricity leaping around Razer were no longer those of a lively elf, but had transformed into cold, destructive, purplish-black lightning. His face remained ancient, but his eyes, which held the essence of a world of thunder and lightning, now seemed frozen in eternal ice.

Below, the members of the God and Demon Council lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to even breathe. The Fire Lizard King and the Shadow Demon Leader buried their heads deeply, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, every word they uttered carrying a soul-deep fear.

"...That finger strike...contains annihilation...all laws become emptiness...Thunderwing God Child...He..." The Shadow Demon leader's voice was like that of a night owl being choked, broken and intermittent.

That's enough.

Lei Ze finally spoke. His voice was no longer like a thunderclap, but a cold, deep resonance that seemed to freeze the soul. Just two words were enough to cause the temperature in the entire hall to plummet, and fine ice crystals to condense in the air.

He slowly raised his hand, a wisp of purplish-black primordial lightning leaping from his fingertip, outlining in the air. It wasn't writing words, but weaving laws! Soon, a lifelike phantom formed from the laws of lightning appeared in the center of the hall—it was Lin Xuan's projection avatar, with black hair, black eyes, and a handsome face, the chilling aura of annihilation at his fingertip deliberately magnified and highlighted.

"Lin Xuan, the demon from another realm." "He murdered a divine heir and blasphemed divine might; his crimes... are too numerous to count." "Now, in the name of the Lei Ze clan, I hereby issue this 'Demon and God Wanted Order'!"

As He spoke, the illusory image of Lin Xuan, formed by the laws of thunder, suddenly split into thousands upon thousands of parts, transforming into streaks of purplish-black thunder runes!

"Any being from the Desolate Ancient Realm who provides definitive information about this demon's whereabouts will be rewarded with a wisp of innate lightning essence!" "Anyone who can severely injure its projection will be rewarded with a copy of the Thunder Swamp Secret Technique!" "Anyone who can completely annihilate its projection or capture clues to its true form..."

A burst of purplish-black lightning flashed in Lei Ze's eyes, and killing intent swept across the entire mountain range!

"...Bestow upon them the status of 'Divine and Demonic Familiar,' and grant them the honor of being worshipped across a vast territory!"

boom!

Despite their fear, the members of the God and Demon Council below couldn't help but stir upon hearing about the unprecedentedly generous bounty. Innate Thunder Essence! Thunder Swamp Secret Technique! God and Demon Familiar Rank! Any one of these would be enough to drive them mad!

"Wanted! Send it to all corners of the world!" With a wave of his arm, Lei Ze's thousands of purple-black lightning runes seemed to come alive, emitting sharp whistling sounds as they pierced through the Ten Thousand Thunder Palace and shot towards the far north and south of the Desolate Ancient Realm, merging into the void and imprinting their will and Lin Xuan's image into the perceptions of countless powerful beings.

The wanted poster for gods and demons is complete!

Lin Xuan—or rather, the names he used, "Xuan Zun" and "Xuan Tian Shen Zun," along with his projected image, were officially listed as a kill target by a primordial god-demon and placed on the "blacklist" of most areas of the Desolate Ancient Realm.

It is foreseeable that in the future, he will face a constant stream of troubles and attacks from the local forces of the Desolate Ancient Realm.

……

However, there are always two sides to everything.

Just as the wanted posters for gods and demons were spreading like a plague among the ruling class, in those sunless corners, among those enslaved, domesticated races that eked out a living in the shadow of gods and demons, another version of the story was quietly circulating in another form.

It was a story about "hope".

In the story, there is a human tribe called "Rock," who, in their endless despair, received the protection of an unparalleled being who called himself "Mysterious Heavenly God." The God bestowed upon them power, enabling them to hunt ferocious beasts, to rebel against hunters, and even... to kill gods!

At first, most of the oppressed races who heard these rumors responded with skepticism and bitter smiles. God-killing? How absurd! The majesty of gods and demons had long been etched into the depths of their souls, like the laws of heaven, and even the thought of resistance was a luxurious sin.

However, as more details were added—the terrifying thunder prison that enveloped the tribe, the defiant finger that silenced all thunder, the arrogant Thunder God who vanished like dust… especially when some daring scouts saw from afar that the once barren hilly area was now brimming with life and vitality, and they could even vaguely sense a vast aura that was reassuring and completely different from the oppressive power of gods and demons…

Doubt began to creep in.

A faint, almost forgotten flame was rekindled in countless cold and desperate hearts.

What if... what if it were true? What if there really is such a being, willing to protect the weak and daring to fight against gods and demons?

Deep within the shadowy caverns, a group of hunched-over, rock-skinned "subterranean dwarfs" sat whispering around a faint glowstone. In the heart of a swamp shrouded in poisonous miasma, a priestess of the Naga tribe, with human bodies and snake tails, gazed towards the Rock Tribe, her cold, vertical pupils gleaming with an eerie light. Even in some of the more remote and less powerful demon and spirit tribes, restless gazes began to fall upon those hills that now held a sense of mystery and possibility in their eyes.

Lin Xuan, who is regarded by gods and demons as a "blasphemer" and a "demon from another land," gradually acquires another identity in the hidden legends of the oppressed races at the bottom—a reformer, or rather, a ray of redemption.

……

On the altar of the Rock Tribe.

Lin Xuan's projected avatar had become solid again, even more powerful than before. The slaying of the god brought not only crisis, but also enormous gains. He was slowly refining the essence of the Thunder Dao and the bloodline of gods and demons, integrating it into his own Great Dao. The faint but continuous stream of "hope" faith provided by the tribe and those secretive observers in the distance also greatly benefited his divine sense.

He clearly sensed the law fluctuations of the "Wanted Posters of Gods and Demons" that filled the void with malice, and he also vaguely caught those secret gazes from all directions, filled with probing and expectation.

His response was simple.

A more powerful, purer, and vast divine thought, like ripples on water, spread gently yet firmly from the Rock Tribe as its center, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles. This divine thought no longer contained killing intent, but instead conveyed a sense of "order," "protection," and "transaction."

Any visit made in good faith, any transaction conducted in an orderly manner, will be welcomed. Any invasion carried out in bad faith will be met with swift and decisive annihilation.

He doesn't need to actively recruit; he only needs to demonstrate sufficient power and presence, and safeguard this nascent foundation. Those lurking in the shadows will naturally make their choices.

"Wanted...?" Lin Xuan looked towards the direction of the Leize Mountains, his eyes deep and unwavering.

"Perfect, let's use this to filter them." "Those who conform can be preserved. Those who go against the grain... all become resources."

His voice was soft, yet it seemed to foreshadow that the solidified order of the Ancient Wilderness Realm, which had lasted for countless years, was about to be torn open by his arrival.