Tycoon War God

”I have sensed it!”

A Wizard, dancing an eerie dance, spoke at a breakneck pace. It was more like a chant than speech.

”I have sensed someone watching from atop the elephant; I have sensed the young lion lingering on the edge of death.

”I have sensed the hyenas drawing near; I have sensed the woman wielding the whip.

”I have sensed the Great Witch Doctor taking action; I have sensed the enemy’s agonized wails.

”I have sensed… ah… no…”

The Wizard shrieked as if he had seen something terrible, clutching his eyes.

Blood streamed from between his fingers.

”Ji An…”

The other Wizards started forward to help him.

BOOM!

Terrifying flames suddenly erupted from Ji An’s body. The scorching heat even melted the stone beneath his feet.

”No, do not destroy my tribe!” Ji An shrieked, stretching a hand toward the sky in a desperate plea.

With a final, agonized wail, he collapsed violently to the ground and turned to ash.

Everyone looked in the direction he had been gazing.

Across the horizon, streaks of golden light were speeding toward them.

The air quivered. Thunder boomed. The dreadful sound gave every Wizard a splitting headache.

They were getting closer.

The Wizards could finally see what the golden light was. They were golden greatswords, each one several meters long, radiating a brilliant light that seemed to tear through the void itself. The greatswords were densely packed, filling the entire sky.

A terrifying, suffocating pressure instantly swept through the camp, turning the earlier joy of song and dance into fear and despair. Some tried to flee, but under the intimidating aura of the greatswords, they found themselves unable to move a single inch. Even the strongest Wizard besides Gurodo felt as if he were facing the raw majesty of the heavens.

”Gurodo! You deserve to die! You brought this calamity of annihilation upon our tribe, you—”

BOOM!

The powerful Wizard was pierced by a greatsword before he could even finish his sentence. The massive blade cleaved him in two, utterly destroying even his Divine Soul.

In the moment before his death, he heard the thudding of the greatswords hitting the ground. The sound was continuous. Each impact meant another of his tribespeople had been brutally killed. The unending thuds were the notes of a death march.

No one could survive this cataclysm.

「Up in the sky」

Mo Luo’s Remnant Soul looked down at the horrifying scene, his heart dead as ashes.

The Gurodo Tribe was finished.

Admittedly, Lin Wudi had not slaughtered the innocent. But with a single strike, all the Body Forgers and wizard seeds of the Gurodo Tribe were wiped out. From this day forward, the Gurodo Tribe’s lineage was severed. No more Body Forgers would rise from their ranks, nor would any more Wizards. It was only a matter of time before this once-powerful tribe was devoured by others.

All because of a single decision. A tribe that was once among the most powerful in the Blacklands had vanished, just like that.

That devil! This Cultivator from the East is a devil!

”Let’s go to the next tribe,” the Devil spoke.

Mo Luo wanted to refuse, but he didn’t dare. He knew that if he did, the same calamity would befall his own tribe.

In the night, two figures turned into streaks of light, flying across the sky on their swords.

Within the ring, the flame-scorched Gurodo clearly saw the pitiful fate of his tribe.

”Ahhh…”

Gurodo wailed in agony, his heart utterly ashen.

My tribe is finished. I am a sinner for all time.

The flames continued to burn him. The dual torment of his mind and soul made Gurodo long for death.

This torment… it feels as if it will last for all eternity.

That night, on the Blacklands Mainland, the wizard seeds of all nine major tribes were exterminated. The power of the Wizards in the Blacklands was now in irreversible decline.

「Mo Sa Tribe」

From afar, Great Witch Doctor Mosa watched the overwhelming greatswords rain down like a natural disaster upon the camp of his brother, Mo Luo’s, tribe. His eyes were filled with terror.

His younger brother’s tribe was finished, too. The only saving grace was that Lin Wudi’s strike had only eliminated the wizard seeds. There were still Body Forgers in Mo Luo’s tribe. This was the last shred of dignity Lin Wudi had left Mo Luo.

Watching the flames in the distant tribe, Mo Luo cried out in agony as his soul burned away into nothingness.

Lin Wudi is not to be provoked!

Great Witch Doctor Mosa’s conviction grew ever stronger. As for avenging his brother Mo Luo, his brother had simply been asking to die.

What a pity for that child, Gelang. A wizard seed who might have advanced to become a Great Witch Doctor was now dead, all because he was implicated by Mo Luo.

”In my name as Great Witch Doctor Mosa, I command all Blacklands Sorcerers: any who dare to provoke Lin Wudi shall have their tribes annihilated!” Mosa’s gaze was as cold as ice.

Behind him, the Wizards of the Mo Sa Tribe were utterly dispirited. The terrible plight of the ten Great Witch Doctors’ tribes resonated deeply with them. Before Lin Wudi, this Cultivator from the East, their lives were so fragile. The black witchcraft they so relied on had proven laughably weak. All their poisons and all their curses were nothing before him, easily swept aside with a flick of his fingers.

”We obey the command of Great Witch Doctor Mosa.”

Great Witch Doctor Mosa had rejected the temptation of the Divine Temple’s Holy Relics and had not participated in the ambush against Lin Wudi. This decision added to his reputation for wisdom and, before long, allowed him to become the leader of all sorcerers in the Blacklands—an outcome he himself had perhaps never anticipated.

「In the sky above」

Qin Luoli nestled in Lin Mu’s embrace. Gazing at the bright moon, the twinkling stars, and the vast grasslands that were exceptionally beautiful at night, her thoughts drifted.

”Luoli, let me teach you a Heart Method. If you practice it, you can refine your emotions and no longer suffer the torment of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires.”

”Like you?”

”Yes.”

”Then I won’t learn it.”

Lin Mu knew Luoli was angry.

Damn that Gurodo!

Lin Mu decided he would torture Gurodo’s soul for a few hundred more years.

”Luoli, let me show you something.”

Lin Mu took Qin Luoli’s hand and pressed it to his own forehead. Qin Luoli was puzzled for a moment before a flood of information poured into her mind.

It contained all the feelings Lin Mu had for her, from their past life to their present one. Their first meeting, their marriage, the opposition from her family, his tender care, and their mutual support through thick and thin.

Qin Luoli had always known Lin Mu loved her, but this was different. This time, she was truly seeing it from his perspective, reliving their entire love story through his eyes.

No more words were needed. She now understood just how deeply the man before her loved her—how profound that love was. From his perspective, she finally realized how much he had sacrificed for her.

”Lin Mu, I’m sorry…” Qin Luoli wept, tears streaming down her face.

”Silly girl.” Lin Mu drew her into his arms, his voice gentle. If anything else exists for me on the Great Path, it is you. It can only be you! ”I’m already completely content just being with you.”

”Yes, my love. I will treat you well for the rest of my life, through every life to come, and I will never forget.”

Under the moonlight, the two figures snuggled together in sweet, warm bliss.

「After a long time」

The moon set and the sun rose, painting the sky a brilliant red.

”Luoli, we need to return to Huaxia,” Lin Mu said, his body suddenly tensing as he gazed toward the east.

”What happened?” Qin Luoli asked, still somewhat groggy. She and Lin Mu had spent the night opening their hearts to each other. That night had deepened their bond, and they were now inseparable.

”Something big has happened back home,” Lin Mu said with a smile.

A small world had opened at Changbai Mountain’s Heavenly Lake. Spiritual Energy flooded out, shaking the entire world.

Across the globe, the attention of countless powerful experts was drawn to the East. Experts from the Heavenly Rankings and God-Communicating Martial Artists alike began to converge on Changbai Mountain’s Heavenly Lake.