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Above the canyon, all was deathly silent.

The wind stopped, the clouds lingered, and even the light seemed frozen by the figure slowly rising from the giant pit.

The surviving beings, whether Fang Li from Penglai Immortal Island or the remnants of the Bone Tomb Society, had long been overwhelmed by the terrifying rhythms below that repeatedly defied their understanding, their minds completely crushed.

They lay prostrate on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, not from fear, but from an instinctive tremor stemming from the very essence of their souls, a fear of facing a higher-dimensional being.

The world is being reshaped beneath their feet, and they are the dust that will be abandoned by the new world.

Amidst this deathly silence and despair, Yu Mu's figure reappeared before everyone's eyes.

There was no earth-shattering shockwave, nor any blinding brilliance.

He simply rose quietly, draped in a majestic royal robe woven from pure golden runes of law. The hem of the robe swayed silently in the deathly winds of the abyss, and the flickering of each rune seemed to expound an ancient cosmic order.

Sacred, majestic, and supreme.

However, intertwined with this sacred royal aura was a more restrained, yet profound and dark demonic intent, powerful enough to devour everything.

Two completely opposite auras merged perfectly within him, forming an unprecedented and maddeningly bizarre balance.

In his left hand, he was still holding that... old-fashioned rice cooker, which even had some paint chips.

The pot was still warm.

This should have been an extremely comical scene, but at this moment, no one could laugh.

The appearance of that figure was itself a declaration.

This signifies that the epic battle beneath the abyss has come to an end.

And he was the sole winner.

"Holy...Holy Embryo..."

Fang Li struggled, using all his strength to squeeze out those two words. His voice was hoarse and dry, filled with despair and a last shred of stubbornness.

He is a disciple of Penglai, and his mission is to guide the last bloodline of the Guardians.

Even knowing that the person before him was an irresistible and terrifying being, he still had to ask.

Yu Mu's gaze finally fell on him.

Those dark golden eyes held no emotion, no pity, only a pure indifference, as if looking at an object.

He did not answer.

However, the golden imperial robe he wore, woven from the laws of nature, moved without wind, and the countless runes flowing on it suddenly shone brightly.

An aura of guardian royalty, sharing the same origin as the previous golden cocoon of light, and even purer and more majestic, suddenly spread out, enveloping the entire canyon.

Fang Li and the Penglai disciples behind him trembled violently the moment that aura touched their bodies.

The mark in their bloodline that belonged to the Penglai lineage and had made an ancient covenant with the guardian royal family was fully activated, emitting a hum of submission.

Can't go wrong.

This is the aura of a king.

It is the supreme king they have been searching for on this journey!

But... what about the sacred fetus?

"The king has returned."

Yu Mu finally spoke, his voice calm yet resounding like a universal law, directly echoing in everyone's soul.

"Only the throne has changed."

boom!

Fang Li's mind went blank.

The king has returned... only the throne has changed...

Throne...

His gaze, fixed and incredulous, slowly moved from the majestic golden imperial robe to Yu Mu's face.

A thought so absurd it shattered his Dao heart surfaced in his mind.

This person... he... he transformed himself into a new throne?!

Do not!

wrong!

He is not a throne!

He is... the new king!

He seized everything from the Holy Embryo in an incomprehensible way, forcibly grafting royal power onto himself!

Fang Li's faith collapsed completely at this moment.

He didn't know whether he should be angry or afraid.

The ancient schemes of Penglai Immortal Island, the last hope of its guardians, ultimately created such a... monster.

However, the covenant deep within his bloodline was frantically conveying a simple truth to him.

—To submit.

—Offering loyalty to the new king.

puff.

Fang Li's knees buckled, and he knelt down completely, his forehead slamming heavily against the gravel-strewn ground.

Behind him, the few surviving Penglai disciples, driven by their bloodline instincts, all knelt down in unison.

"Penglai...Fang Li...pays homage...to Your Majesty..."

Yu Mu's face remained expressionless.

For him, it was just a matter of receiving an inheritance.

His gaze passed over the kneeling Fang Li and landed on the other side, where the remnants of the Bone Tomb Society were already terrified and defecating.

These people are another legacy.

"Have you all decided how you want to die?"

Yu Mu asked the question calmly.

Upon hearing this, the dozen or so members of the Bone Tomb Society trembled violently, kowtowing frantically, their cries of agony and pleas for mercy filling the air.

"My lord, spare me! Demon Lord, spare me!"

"We were all deceived by the Tomb Elder and the Bone Emperor! We are willing to serve you like slaves!"

"Shut up."

Yu Mu uttered two words.

The entire canyon fell silent once more, with only heavy breathing remaining.

He slowly raised his right hand.

A flame, darker than the deepest abyss, quietly ignited at his fingertips.

The flame had no temperature, no light, yet it exuded an aura of "ending" that was enough to make even the laws themselves tremble.

It is the manifestation of the "devouring" authority that he seized from the Star Eater.

"Submission."

"Or, be erased."

Yu Mu's voice remained calm, but that wisp of black flame made everyone present understand the true meaning of "erasure".

That is not death.

After death, there may be reincarnation and a lingering soul.

"Eradication," on the other hand, means the complete removal of the concept from its very origin.

Not even a trace will be left.

The Bone Tomb Society leader, dressed in black robes and with a cultivation level at the mid-stage of the True God Realm, completely lost his mind the moment he saw that wisp of black flame.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with extreme fear and madness.

He doesn't want to be erased!

He'd rather die!

"I'll fight you to the death..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Yu Mu flicked the wisp of black flame at his fingertips.

The black flames landed silently on the leader.

There were no screams, no struggles.

That living, breathing cultivator with the cultivation level of a mid-stage True God, along with his robes, his magical treasures, and all the causes and effects of his existence in this world... simply vanished into thin air.

It was as if he had never existed.

Those around him couldn't even remember where he had just been, whether he was standing or sitting. All memories of him were being forcibly diluted and erased by an invisible force.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

If the previous battles were like gods fighting, then this move is like the Creator rewriting the settings.

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!

The remaining remnants of the Bone Tomb Society could no longer withstand the crushing force emanating from the dimension itself. They banged their heads even deeper into the ground, wishing they could bury themselves completely.

"We...we submit! We will follow our master for eternity!!"

"Please, Master, place the restriction! We have no disloyal intentions!"

This time, their submission was completely genuine.

Yu Mu was very satisfied with this.

He needs some pawns familiar with the inner workings of the Bone Tomb Society to pave the way for his takeover of this underground organization that spans the ancient star realm.

His gaze finally fell on Meng Jueguang, who had stood motionless to the side like a puppet from beginning to end.

This chess piece still has a great use.

With a single thought from Yu Mu, the Dao Heart Demon Seed implanted deep within Meng Jueguang's soul was activated.

Meng Jueguang's empty eyes instantly regained a glimmer of light, but what replaced it was absolute, fanatical loyalty.

He walked up to Yu Mu, knelt down on one knee, and was extremely respectful.

"Owner."

"Return to the Heavenly Temple." Yu Mu issued the order. "Tell Xu Aotian, tell everyone. A riot broke out in the forbidden area behind the mountain. An ancient ferocious beast was born. The Bone Tomb Society and the people of Penglai Immortal Island all perished. You escaped with your life, but were seriously injured."

"Yes, Master."

Meng Jueguang accepted the order without hesitation and turned to leave.

A perfect frame-up plan.

A hidden pawn that could detonate the Sky-Piercing Temple at any moment.

The mess has now been completely cleaned up.

however.

Just as Meng Jueguang was about to step out of the canyon.

A vast, ancient, and majestic divine thought, filled with a sense of scrutiny, descended from the sky without warning, enveloping the entire canyon!

This divine power far surpassed everyone present, even the recently fallen Bone Emperor.

It carries the unquestionable authority of the highest level of the sect.

Elder Qingyang!

Yu Mu immediately recognized the newcomer's identity.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

It arrived sooner than he had expected.

The divine sense swept rapidly across the canyon.

When it "saw" this bizarre scene before it, its usually calm and undisturbed divine sense experienced, for the first time, a violent and almost out-of-control fluctuation.

What is that?

Elder Qingyang's will briefly stalled.

Her disciple, Yu Mu.

That newcomer who had just entered the ring and was only just beginning to show his talent.

At this moment, draped in a golden robe of law whose essence she could not fathom, he appeared both god and demon, reigning supreme over the world.

To his left, a disciple of Penglai Immortal Island, known for his arrogance, prostrated himself and proclaimed "Our King."

To his right, the remnants of the "Bone Tomb Society," an evil organization wanted by the sect for thousands of years, were kowtowing repeatedly, their souls trembling.

Behind him, Meng Jueguang, the steward of the Chongtian Temple who had just been swaggering around in the Qingyun Palace, knelt on one knee like the most loyal servant, ready to be ordered around at any time.

The entire canyon, centered around Yu Mu, has formed an absurd, distorted, yet terrifyingly stable power structure.

Elder Qingyang had lived for tens of thousands of years and had never seen such an outrageous scene.

What the hell... what on earth happened?!