The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

After speaking, he did not rush to draw his sword, but instead looked at the Emperor of Light: "Grandson, before I left, I buried eighty-one Light God Steles in our Light God Dynasty. Are they still there?"

Emperor Guangming immediately nodded. Before the patriarch of Guangming left, he had established an ancestral precept: people may die, cities may fall, but the Guangming Divine Stele must not be damaged in the slightest.

Over the years, whether it was during his grandfather's rule, his father's rule, or his current rule, heavy troops have been dispatched to protect those sacred monuments.

Then, the Emperor of Light asked with some doubt, "But Grandfather, weren't there only eighty Light God Stele erected by your own hand back then? They were located in the central squares of the eighty cities of our Light God Dynasty, receiving the worship of the people of the eighty cities every day and absorbing the power of their worship. Where did the eighty-first Light God Stele come from?"

The Ancestor of Light's gaze fell on the Golden Sun Sword in the hand of the Emperor of Light: "The eighty-first Divine Stele of Light is much smaller than the other eighty Divine Steles of Light. I have implanted it into the interior of this Golden Sun Sword."

These words left the Emperor of Light somewhat puzzled: "But Grandfather, the eighty Divine Steles of Light you placed in the eighty cities can absorb the worship power of the people in those eighty cities. But whose worship power can this smallest Divine Stele of Light, implanted in the Golden Sun Sword, absorb?"

The Ancestor of Light chuckled, and instead of answering, asked, "Grandson, you carry this Golden Sun Sword with you. Besides you, whose worship power can I draw upon?"

The Emperor of Light's expression changed drastically: "What? It absorbed my power of worship? Will I suffer a backlash and be injured?"

The Ancestor of Light shook his head, and before the Emperor of Light could catch his breath, continued, "You will suffer a direct backlash and die!"

Emperor of Light: ...

At the same time, the Ancestor of Light made a move.

He soared into the air, reaching a height of a hundred feet, chanting incantations.

Along with this, cracks began to appear on the surface of the eighty Light God Stele, which was worshipped daily by the people, in the central square of the most core area of ​​the eighty cities of the Light God Dynasty.

These cracks multiplied and grew longer, soon spreading like a spider web across the entire Stele of Light.

Click...

In just a few breaths, the surface of the eighty Light God Stele completely shattered, revealing its true, golden, radiant form.

The true form was much thinner than its original form, and the golden runes engraved on its surface were instantly activated, resembling tiny tadpoles swimming wildly across its surface.

For hundreds of years, the worship power absorbed by countless citizens of the Bright God Dynasty has begun to rise against the tide, instantly traversing distances of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of kilometers, and continuously flowing into the body of the Bright Ancestor.

He painstakingly created these Light God Steles back then because he was worried that one day, when he encountered an insurmountable enemy, he could absorb the power of worship to greatly enhance himself in a short period of time and turn the tables on the enemy.

The Ancestor of Light had also thought that he was making a pointless move and would never need to use this trump card in his life, but he was always cautious and pursued absolute certainty, so he used it today.

Moreover, what forced him to use this method was not an old monster who had cultivated for hundreds of years, but a young man who was only twenty years old.

His gaze fell on Qin Changye, and he became increasingly cautious.

He knew very well that the younger Qin Changye was, the greater his potential and the more limitless his future prospects were.

If we cannot take a desperate gamble today and nip Qin Changye in the bud, we will never have peace in the future.

"Grandpa, please stop! I can't hold on any longer!"

The Emperor of Light's anxious voice rang out.

As the eighty Divine Steles of Light of the Bright Dynasty were activated, the Divine Stele of Light implanted inside the Golden Sun Sword in his hand was also activated.

This Light God Stele is the smallest, yet it is also the most crucial one.

Unlike the other eighty Light God Steles, each of which absorbed the worship power of countless people, this one in the Golden Sun Sword only absorbed the worship power of him alone.

It wasn't just the power of worship; he felt his spiritual power, soul power, blood power, and so on were being constantly drained away.

At this rate, his body will be completely drained in just a few breaths.

The Ancestor of Light remained unmoved and didn't even glance at him.

This made him look aggrieved, his voice trembling with tears: "Grandpa, I am your only grandson. If I die, your lineage will be completely extinguished!"

The most ruthless are those of the imperial family, and the family of Guangming is especially ruthless.

After the Ancestor of Light left the Great Wilderness and traveled around, his grandfather confronted his second, third, fourth, and fifth uncles in the Bright Square in front of the Bright Palace. He killed all of them, leaving no one alive, and successfully ascended the throne over countless blood and corpses.

When he came to his father, he naturally inherited this fine tradition. Also in the Bright Square in front of the Bright Palace, he faced off against his second, third, fourth, and fifth uncles, and finally killed them all, leaving no one alive, and successfully ascended the throne.

When it came to him, he surpassed his predecessors even further. In the Bright Square in front of the Bright Palace, he not only slaughtered all his second, third, fourth, and fifth brothers, but also exterminated their families and even dragged out all their illegitimate children who had been living away from home, and reduced their bones to ashes.

He claims to be the only surviving grandson of the Bright Ancestor, which is accurate.

However, the Ancestor of Light simply shook his head: "Actually, in the years since I left the Great Wilderness, apart from cultivation, I've spent all my time establishing my family line. I have over a hundred women, over five hundred sons, over two thousand grandsons, and as for my great-grandsons, I can name nearly ten thousand..."

As the Ancestor of Light spoke, his gaze fell upon the Emperor of Light: "So, you think I would lack a grandson like you?"

The Emperor of Light was speechless for a moment.

At the same time, the power of worship from the eighty-one Light God Steles was continuously flowing into the body of the Light Ancestor, and his already extremely powerful aura continued to increase at a visible speed.

Although his cultivation level is still at the peak of the fifth level of the Imperial Martial Realm, his combat power in a short period of time is already comparable to that of the sixth level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

This level of cultivation would make one an invincible force in most dynasties of the Great Wilderness.

bang bang bang...

Along with this, all eighty Light God Stele in eighty cities collapsed.

boom!

In the hands of the Emperor of Light, the eighty-first Divine Stele of Light, along with his Golden Sun Sword, shattered.

At this moment, he was completely drained, his face aged, and he collapsed to the ground. Just before he closed his eyes, Qin Changye unleashed a sword light, helping him to perish completely.

Afterwards, Qin Changye buried his body in the second level of the Burial Immortal Tower.

"Boy, your potential is truly amazing. Before I unleash my ultimate move, I can still be merciful and give you a chance. As long as you swear a blood oath to become my slave and serve me with all your might, I can let you go and even spare no effort to nurture you."

The Radiant Ancestor's gaze fell upon Qin Changye, as if bestowing upon him an immense favor.

His response was a slash from Qin Changye's sword.

What he unleashed was the sixth move of the "God-Slaying Sword Technique": Slaying the Holy Emperor!

"You still dare to resist?"

The Ancestor of Light was enraged, raising his golden sword high before slashing down fiercely:

"This sword strike of mine has accumulated the power of hundreds of years of worship from tens of millions of people. What can you possibly use to resist it?"