Zhu Qi let out a cold laugh:

"They originally wanted to cultivate a batch of True Gods to interfere with the ten deities in Heaven, but unexpectedly, it was I who emerged unexpectedly!"

"Like a mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, I ultimately managed to successfully plot against that Bitter Race True God and assassinated him by stabbing his head."

He was adept at the art of assassination, and without any defense, it was normal for him to succeed in one strike.

And when that Bitter Race True God attacked everyone, he let his guard down, assuming the position of Celestial Emperor, believing the world to be peaceful; it was then, under the cover of night, that I found the best opportunity.

Nothing was coincidental.

"It was him!"

At this moment, exclamations of surprise echoed throughout the Martial Path continent.

The reason for such surprise was that some members of major sects recognized the other party as someone from the Martial Race who had once competed with them during an era.

No one expected that the Martial Path Race would produce a True God!

This was the ultimate goal pursued by countless Martial cultivators throughout their lives.

Of course, some also realized.

Zhu Qi did not actually achieve True God status as a member of the Martial Path Race, but instead, he cut off his Martial foundation, restructured partially to form a race, and broke through.

It seemed to be only at the level of five or six rings.

However, even so.

Many people also lamented that their Martial Path Race was terrifying enough — cutting off the foundation, and even with just a part forming a True God, it was enough to sweep across the entire world.

And after reaching the top, this one did not make things difficult for the Martial Path Race, but started announcing to the world.

"Martial Arts is abolished; all people should cultivate the Witchcraft Path!"

This Witch Emperor spoke, "Cultivate witches, not martial arts. Flying heads remain unearthed! In any street where heads cannot fly freely, all those are inferior citizens!"

"Sterilization ligation! No reproduction!"

"In less than a hundred years, the Martial Race will vanish completely!"

The words reverberated, shaking the entire era.

This was genocide and extinction!

The previous ten Celestial Emperors were mere hedonists and had left the Martial Race alone; the current True God was so ambitious, he was ruthlessly cutting to the bone.

This change of dynasty involved not cultivating Martial Arts nor the Wizard, only practicing black magic?

A new race?

Within just a few days, everyone started to suppress the Martial Path Race, turning them into slaves, as a new race rose, the Black Magic Masters.

The entire continent transformed into a continent of Black Magic Masters!

Moreover, the Life Maps of the ten races were known, and henceforth they would be called the Ten Holy Seats. These ten races became the Celestial Generals and Soldiers of the celestial realm, the lower-level True Gods.

Now, after experiencing the primal chaos of the prehistoric True God Era, a truly complete great era of True Gods had arrived.

A Witch Emperor ruled over the ten True God races, becoming the Celestial Generals and Soldiers!

Living in the Upper Realm, establishing various laws, systems, and organizations, patrolling across the world, overlooking all heavens, monitoring the Mortal Realm, a day being a hundred years.

"I am not one of those wasted weaklings!"

Zhu Qi let out a cold laugh, sitting on the imperial throne, ambitious flames blazing, "All elements causing unrest to my rule; all of you must die!"

He overlooked the True Gods below.

"I am not one of those ten indulgent weaklings, I will reform the era, push forward the races, and even explore the Outer Heaven, and suppress the Martial Race, along with the old Emperors."

"I am not decaying. Will you follow me, or die?"

These resisting True Gods suddenly, with the carrot and stick, immediately bowed their heads.

They were passionate heroes of the era. The current ascent of this figure, overthrowing the rule of the ten old gods, was, after all, not impossible to accept or pledge allegiance to.

Zhu Qi was an ambitious, high-action individual, he looked towards those three rooms of the Upper Realm:

"In the old days, three entities in the wizard world built a Giant God Shell as a Lifebound Magical Artifact, to increase their foundation and combat power. Today, I will also make a Giant God Shell."

"I declare that this world has sun and moon!"

The moment the words fell, the sky suddenly cracked open with a large gap.

"I alone am the sun and moon!"

Rumble!

They saw only a huge dazzling sun emitting golden light, swirling in the sky, golden and brilliant, patrolling the world.

"What is that??"

The powerful beings focused on that sun, seeing a suffocating scene.

Where was that a sun?

It was actually a floating giant head!

The head was the sun, with the golden brilliance emanating from the eye sockets and mouth.

The sun's corona, with scarlet tongues of flame, was his dancing mane like flaming hair.

"What a sun!"

"The Celestial Emperor is patrolling the world!"

A giant head floating with unkempt hair in the sky was truly terrifying.

And at night, the people saw an even stranger sight.

They saw a dark moon.

Upon closer inspection, how was that a moon?

It was a back of the head full of black hair!

"Is this the Celestial Emperor? The unrivaled figure ruling this era, two sides of one body, one side the sun, the other the moon!"

"This is too bizarre, too wicked!"

Countless powerful individuals watching the Flying Head Black Magic, a huge head with long hair flying all over, couldn't help but feel fear deep within.

Yet, this wasn't the most terrifying part.

Gradually, they saw that the children in the streets were all Black Magic Masters.

Moreover, there were many separate races.

One race's heads floated like red lanterns hanging at the door, cooling in the breeze, watching the world outside.

One race liked to hug their heads in their arms, a headless being strolling down the streets.

Even further, a headless body held a head-balloon, flying kites with little friends, "Hurry, hurry, fly it higher!"

"Heh heh, mine's the highest!"

More often, they liked to let a head fly everywhere in the streets, long hair fluttering.

Occasionally, they would return to the "body socket" for recharging.

This scared the mortals of the original Martial Race so much they were wetting themselves.

Why bother with ligations?

Walking the streets, living with these Black Magic Masters, was enough to cause sterility from fright.

...

In the shadows.

Minis gave a helpless bitter smile, "We truly are in a tough spot; our Wizard Race, with our sixty-plus rings of Life Map, cannot break through in the short term..."

He was starting to suspect himself of aiming too high.

The powerful late-period race had to survive to reach the late period!

In today's era, casually create an ordinary True God, and they immediately ascend and hunt you down. How can one withstand this?

Sylph rolled her eyes, looking at Holy Dragon: "It's all your fault; others have produced True Gods, but you haven't succeeded! At this rate, we'll really grow old and die! Unable to return to Heaven, we'll perish in this era."

Holy Dragon replied gruffly, "You're the ones getting old, not me. I have the longest lifespan."

"Still dare to talk back!!"

Recently, Sylph had also been getting along well with Holy Dragon.

This Fat Dragon's honest and gentle nature was quite fun to be around.

"Don't worry, my era has not yet arrived. Some mediocrity needs time to bloom," Minis called everyone to leave quietly.

...

On another side.

Wadon and others also remained silent.

What had it all turned into, with the oriole behind, that fellow ascended?

And he wasn't like those ten weaklings; he started hunting down them and the others. He wasn't waiting for them to grow old.

The sun and moon monitoring the world made it hard for them!

They had been outmaneuvered and had the fruit snatched away.

But what could they do?

Without breaking through to True God, relying on external forces, who could they blame for reaching this extent?

"My era has not yet arrived; some things take time," said Wadon, looking at his companions.

"Let's allow him to have his moment for now."

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