Chapter 1042: 764: Divine Spirit
A flick of the finger, a hundred years.
Above the celestial vault, the cloud sea surged.
The entire void trembled layer by layer, tiny spatial cracks quietly spread, exuding a terrifying aura.
Buzz—!!
A speck of blazing cyan light suddenly exploded from nowhere, piercing through layers of the cloud sea, spreading into a ring of cyan that covered miles.
The cyan ring descended slowly from above, wherever it passed, the cloud sea automatically split and avoided, the fierce winds annihilated, the void returned to silence.
Accompanied by the fallen cyan light, a suspended divine hall imbued with the mysteries of the wind, vast and majestic, revealed its true form.
The hall’s body circulated with countless cyan patterns, strands of wind entwined around the beams and columns, invisibly carrying an immense aura.
At the center of the hall, the Emperor Yu, seated high on the throne, slowly opened his eyes.
At the moment, his entire demeanor had transformed, strands of cyan lightly dancing around him, he seemed to become the very source of the world’s gentle breeze.
Formless and shapeless, omnipresent, mysterious and unfathomable…
“It is finally done!”
His long palm gently opened, and a small cyan tornado a few inches high condensed effortlessly out of thin air.
The tiny storm seemed insignificant, yet it contained an astonishing destructive power.
Even for a Ninth Level Ultimate, before this thread of power, they were like ants gazing at the heavens, easily annihilated, obliterated with a flick of a finger.
Emperor Yu’s eyes were clear, gazing at the tornado in his palm, murmuring to himself:
“This is the true Divine Domain.”
“Indeed, excavating bloodlines is ultimately a minor path.”
“Only by transcending the shackles of bloodlines can one comprehend true mystery, walk further, and ascend higher.”
At the next moment.
Emperor Yu raised his hand, a streak of golden light traversed the sky, instantly reaching the core palace of the Feather Race.
It didn’t take long before a tall figure came stepping on the wind, bowing beneath the divine hall.
It was Emperor Yu’s offspring, once a youth in golden robes—Gu Losi.
After a hundred years of accumulation, Gu Losi’s cultivation had stepped into the Realm of Eighth Level Overlord, possessing considerable prestige within the Feather Race, deemed a perfect crown prince and optimal successor.
Yet in Emperor Yu’s view, he did not need a successor; after breaking through the godly zone, his lifespan increased significantly.
Not to mention offspring, even thousands of years of descendants may not outlast his years.
His ambition was never just to halt at the divine spirits of this realm, he wanted to rise all the way, break free of all shackles, pursue true eternal life.
Moreover, Emperor Yu held himself in high esteem, he would not settle for this, he must continue onward until reaching true immortality!!
But at this moment, as Gu Losi raised his gaze to touch that wispy, mysterious aura around Emperor Yu, his pupils suddenly contracted.
“Rise.”
Emperor Yu spoke softly, his voice moving with the wind, spreading throughout the hall.
Gu Losi stood up respectfully, unable to conceal his inner shock, hastily speaking:
“Father’s cultivation…”
Emperor Yu’s gaze was tranquil:
“For your father has broken the godly zone, stepped into the realm of the Tenth Level Divine Spirit.”
“Congratulations, Father! Concerning Father!!”
Gu Losi immediately gave a deep bow, heartfelt joy, eyes filled with fierce longing!!
He knew his father’s bloodline talent was unparalleled in the Feather Race past and present, but Ninth Level was already the limit.
Now breaking into the Tenth Level Divine Spirit meant the path was not severed!!
If Father could achieve it, then his future might not be unable to step into Ninth Level, ascend to Divine Spirit!
Emperor Yu gently nodded:
“Issue my Emperor’s Decree.”
Emperor Yu waved his robe, Emperor’s Might swept across the eight directions, his tone firm:
“This realm has been in turmoil too long, fragmented too long.”
“Starting today, the realm must be unified, the Ten Thousand Races must converge! All races and tribes must be under the rule of the Feather Race, without exception!”
“I shall gather all legacies and secret techniques from ancient times to now in this realm…”
Gu Losi sharpened his expression, solemnly nodded:
“Your child obeys!”
This realm still held many powerful races with ancient prowess, although none had a Ninth Level Ultimate overseeing them, they wielded secret techniques that in dire straits could unleash Ninth Level battle power.
In the past, although the Feather Race dominated the world, it remained cautious, fearing being besieged, and dared not rashly initiate war.
But now, as Father ascended to the Divine Spirit realm, possessing the foundation to suppress all, these great races were no longer of concern!
…
Demon Soul Sea Region.
Waves surged, black fog shrouded eternally, one of the foremost ancient water domain forbidden areas in this realm.
The entire sea region was the ancestral gathering place of the Red Whale Race.
On this day.
High above the sky, abruptly golden light cascaded down, tearing through layers of black fog and heavy cloud sea.
The golden light converged, transforming into an elder bearing pure white wings and donning an Elder Robe, his aura profound, imposing and intimidating, it was Gu Luomu, an established elder of the Feather Race.
He stood suspended over the sea, sound waves rolling pressing down the waters:
“Moras of the Red Whale Race, come out to see me!”
Gurgle—gurgle—!!
The entire sea region’s waters violently churned, boiling and bursting, monstrous waves rose from the earth.
A massive red whale the size of a mountain slowly emerged from the abyssal depths.
Its body completely covered in layers of red scales, shining bright, body blocking out the sun, shadowing a large portion of the sea’s sky.
A pair of golden vertical pupils as large as pagodas opened indifferently, its gaze coldly surveyed the elder in the air, naturally carrying the majestic overpowering presence of an overlord.
“Feather Race individual, trespassing into my Red Whale Sea Region, what for?”
Moras’s voice thundered, like underwater lightning shaking the four directions.
Gu Luomu stood upon the clouds, his expression indifferent, announcing from above:
“This seat is Gu Luomu, Elder from the Feather Race, commanded by Emperor Yu, to bring the Red Whale Race to surrender.”
“Starting today, surrender to the Feather Race, serve Your Majesty, can ensure the tribe’s continuation.”
Upon hearing these words, Moras’s immense pupils instantly flashed with deep disdain, he exhaled strongly, two robust water columns shot up at forty-five degrees, shattering the sky-full clouds and mists.
“With mere Long Whale Level cultivation (Seventh Level), dare to clamor about surrender before this seat?”
“If you want Red Whale to submit, have Emperor Yu come personally! You alone are not qualified!”
Moras had his own confidence in arrogance.
He was indeed an Eighth Level Giant Whale Overlord, with a vast physical body and the support of the sea region, his combat power was overwhelming.
Against ordinary Ninth Level Ultimates, he could also engage in direct combat without falling behind.
Even in the heyday of the Merfolk Empire, the Red Whale Race was also a hegemon in its own right.
In his eyes, submission was possible, but first, he had to show his own strength to avoid being underestimated!
“Ignorant.”
Gu Luomu’s expression turned slightly cold. Without saying more, he raised his hand and took out a Cyan Patterned Staff.
Buzz!!
The staff lightly trembled, and sky-covering cyan light erupted, the endless mysteries of the wind poured into the sea region.
In an instant, the originally calm Demon Soul Sea Region was whipped into tempest, countless cyan hurricanes formed out of thin air, crisscrossing, sweeping across the Four Seas.
The sea water within a thousand miles was entirely swept into the sky by the tempest, forming a colossal water vortex, countless Red Whale clan members who could not evade were caught up in the hurricane, unable to move.
“How dare you harm my clan members!”
Moras was furious, opening his giant mouth, Primordial Qi wildly gathered, a red-blue intertwined Destruction Light Cannon formed in his throat.
“Break!!”
A tremendous roar echoed through the heavens and earth, the red-blue light cannon broke through the void with a terrifying star-shattering thunderous sound, fiercely smashing towards the sky-covering cyan hurricanes.
Boom——!!!
A heaven-shaking explosion resounded through the Eight Directions, rolling sound waves extended for thousands of miles.
The white clouds in the sky shattered completely, the world became misty as if the sun and moon had collapsed, and the star river overturned, the entire sea region trembled violently.
But the next second, a scene of despair appeared.
The red-blue Elemental Energy Cannon, enough to severely injure a Ninth Level Ultimate, was disassembled and dissolved layer by layer upon contact with the cyan hurricanes’ mysteries of the wind.
In the end, the violent destructive power completely transformed into Primordial Qi, feeding back the hurricane, making the sky-covering wind vortices even larger and more terrifying.
“How…is this possible!!”
Moras’s gigantic body trembled violently, his golden pupils filled with disbelief.
This breath, a legacy Secret Technique of his clan, had unparalleled destructive power in the sea region, even a Ninth Level Ultimate dared not take it head-on.
Yet now, it was easily dissipated by a Seventh Level Cultivator, and even used to enhance the power!
“How could you comprehend the Divine Might of My Lord, Your Majesty!”
Gu Luomu sneered, waving his hand casually.
“Go!”
Suddenly the giant hurricanes in the sky split apart, transforming into ten more condensed, more domineering currents of wind slaughter, instantly sealing the thousand-mile sea region, tightly imprisoning the mountainous true body of the Red Whale.
Facing this power up close, Moras’s whole body scales trembled, and a chilling death crisis surged in his heart instantly.
This power of the wind was not something Eighth Level, Ninth Level Cultivators could resist!
A terrifying thought exploded madly in his mind:
“This level… is Divine Power?!”
Gu Luomu’s loud laughter echoed, the words crystal clear across the sea region:
“You finally have some insight. Correct! My Lord Emperor Yu has broken through the ancient prohibition, achieving Tenth Level Divine Spirit!”
“Now, are you willing to submit?”
The sky-covering slaughtering hurricanes were close at hand, the threat of death enveloped his entire being.
Moras’s confidence completely collapsed, in the face of true Divine Spirits, his Eighth Level Overlord was nothing more than a larger ant.
After a silent moment, Moras’s deep voice echoed across the sea, reluctantly saying:
“My Red Whale Race…is willing to submit!”
“Very well.”
Gu Luomu restrained his killing intent, speaking indifferently, then slowly laid out the extremely harsh terms of submission.
Hand over the clan’s treasures, clan members to be incorporated under the Feather Race’s command, generation after generation to bow and pay tribute…
The terms were exceedingly stringent.
Moras was full of resentment but dared not retort, only gritting his teeth and accepting everything. …
At the same time, similar scenes were unfolding in various territories of this world.
Celestial Horse Race, Giant Race, Ancient Rock Race, Profound Water Race…
All the ancient powerful races ruling their own regions were either crushed into submission by the absolute power of Divine Level or utterly annihilated resisting to the end.
The trend of unification was unstoppable.
…
Inside Feather Race’s Celestial Vault Hall.
Gu Losi sat at the side of the hall, listening to the good news reported from various Elders below, a smile slowly rising on his lips.
“Red Whale submits, Celestial Horse surrenders, Giants bow… all the old powerful clans are pacified, the unification of the world is set.”
He raised his eyes looking at the Elders bowing and reporting, speaking warmly:
“All Elders have labored greatly and achieved much.”
All the Elders hurriedly bowed in return, speaking humbly:
“We dare not accept Your Highness’s praise! It is all due to the unparalleled Divine Might of His Majesty and Your Highness’s excellent coordination, we merely followed the trend!”
As the words fell, an Elder in charge of inspecting the territories stepped forward, reporting in a low voice:
“Your Highness, just as the Celestial Horses submit, they have revealed a secret isolated island, suspected to be the hidden lair of the remaining Merfolk from a hundred years ago.”
“Oh?”
Gu Losi’s eyes suddenly brightened, a coldness flashing in his previously calm eyes.
Although his father has become a Tenth Level Divine Spirit, the mere Sixth Level Merfolk bloodline is no longer to be feared.
But to him, the failure of a hundred years ago is a blemish he remembers clearly!
At that time, he was just about to establish his own authority within the clan, never expecting to encounter failure, causing him many doubts.
Now, he could finally erase this old shame with his own hands!
Gu Losi asked in a deep voice:
“Where is the isolated island?!”
The Elder immediately raised his hand, projecting a floating domain map filled with Spirit Light, precisely marking an obscure sea region.
“Returning to Your Highness, it is here!”
…