“I am no thrall!” the youth with the crescent brand snarled, whirling to face Wang Lin.

Wang Lin met his gaze with chilling indifference, the Suzaku flames around him intensifying. He’d first encountered this youth during the cataclysmic war between the Void and Wang Yue. The youth had emerged from beyond the borders of the world, conjuring a vortex and brazenly attempting to seize Wang Yue!

At that time, the youth was insufferably arrogant, proclaiming himself the very embodiment of Heaven’s Dao in the eyes of Wang Lin and other cultivators of this realm. Wang Lin had been deeply shaken then, but the more he learned, the colder his gaze became when regarding the youth. A thrall of the ancient gods, the Moon Devourers, who had sought refuge under the ancient gods’ power in ages long past!

With a dismissive snort, Wang Lin strode forward, his right hand forming a fist that he unleashed with the force of an avalanche. Ancient god power surged within it, creating a thunderous roar that echoed through the void, threatening to shatter the very fabric of reality as it hurtled towards the youth.

The youth’s face paled. He knew escape was likely impossible. If he wished to survive, he “had to fight! But even then, how much chance would he have to survive . . .he did not know.

If this battle occurred beyond the borders of this world, against others of his ilk, he could perhaps surrender. But this was a cultivator from within, a member of the ancient god race, and of royal blood at that! Ancient texts within his clan made it clear: in ages long past, their clan had betrayed the ancient gods. Even if he yielded, he could not escape the fate of having his soul searched and being put to death. “What cursed place is this? How could a cultivator from within appear here?!”

His expression twisting into a grimace, the youth roared, his hands weaving a series of arcane gestures. His body shimmered, bathed in ethereal moonlight. As Wang Lin’s fist approached, he spun, transforming into a vortex within which a massive crescent moon materialized!

The moment Wang Lin’s fist landed, a deafening boom reverberated. The crescent moon shuddered, but did not shatter. However, the youth within tasted blood, a crimson tide spilling from his lips. Gritting his teeth, he channeled every ounce of his strength into a desperate thrust, bellowing, “Anti-Moon Force!”

In that instant, the vortex surrounding him erupted in blinding light. From within, a spectral fist, a phantom of an ancient god, surged forth, aimed directly at Wang Lin!

Wang Lin remained impassive. With a disdainful laugh, he raised his right hand and unleashed another strike, simultaneously accelerating to an unimaginable speed, closing the distance between them. His fist collided with the anti-moon god fist, creating a cataclysmic shockwave.

“The arts of a thrall cannot compare to the might of an ancient god!” Wang Lin roared, his right fist striking repeatedly, each blow landing closer to the swirling vortex. The youth within retreated, each step back accompanied by a spray of blood, his body convulsing violently.

Wang Lin, now a war god incarnate, fueled by boundless battle lust and burning blood, hammered relentless blows!

The youth retreated with a tenacity. With each fist, a reverse moon power would be unleashed, ultimately covering the sounds that had filled this strange place and thoroughly suppressing it all. “Shatter!” Wang Lin said with a composed voice, yet infused with a supreme pressure. Pulling back his fist, he whirled, and with a sound like a storm, kicked into the swirling vortex. With a crash, the vortex crumbled immediately, the crescent within splintering and exploding.

A bloody figure was thrown horizontally, the blood covering the youth as he fell. Wang Lin followed up again with a step to the youth.

The pupils in the youth’s eyes dilated, yet he struggled to utter an ancient incantation, simultaneously forming hand seals and swiftly pressing them against his brow.

“Moon’s Binding, God’s Wrath!” The youth knew that within the lore of his Moon Devourer clan was an ancient art, known as a forbidden technique, not to be used unless absolutely necessary, for this art was a mark of shame for the Moon Devourers!

With a bellow, the youth, as Wang Lin closed in, fell to his knees, facing away and raising both hands high, forming bizarre seals as he knelt in supplication. “Grant the power of god’s soul to my Moon Devourer kin!”

As his words echoed, a surge of ancient god power erupted around the youth. A distortion tore through the space behind him, revealing a colossal, hundreds of feet tall phantom of an ancient god!

The ancient god’s form was indistinct, its eyes closed, but seven radiant ancient god stars blazed on its brow, emitting a dazzling light! “I beseech the soul of an ancient god, grant the Moon Devourer thralls power to destroy all who stand in their path!” The youth felt humiliation gnaw at his heart, but in this desperate moment, he could afford no such luxury. His voice, raw and ragged, reverberated through the space.

The phantom ancient god behind him snapped open its eyes, radiating an aura of ancient wisdom and untamed dominion. Slowly, it raised its right hand, bringing it down with crushing force toward Wang Lin.

The youth’s eyes shone with malice, his mind consumed by mad thoughts: “You may be an ancient god, but I will make you slaughter each other!”

Wang Lin’s eyes were filled with sadness, as he looked at the ancient god spirit, looking at the descending fist, and sighing, on his brow, ancient god star points were quickly revealed and quickly covered his body with ancient god energy. “You protected race, for the god I must kill the clan Wang Lin, I command, vanish!” The words of the ancient god boomed from Wang Lin’s mouth, sending ripples through the space.

The illusory fist of the ancient god faltered, its eyes filled with confusion and then liberation, fading away… The ancient god race had not seen royalty for a very long time. The ancient god soul who had been protecting the Moon Devourers was a spirit and will. Back then, an ancient god royal had decided to protect the Moon Devourer thralls, thus the whole ancient god clan had without hesitation, followed through with their will, and persisted through the ages even after death, continuing to protect them.

Unless a new royal arose, and decreed the abandoning of protection, only then could the ancient promise be unlocked! Today, this very moment, Wang Lin’s words were the will of the royal ancient god!

The youth was stunned. He could not possibly comprehend the secrets unique to the ancient gods. That was why he was so foolish as to borrow the power of the ancient gods before Wang Lin, a royal ancient god!

“From this day forth, the ancient gods will not be protecting the Moon Devourers, instead will be destroying the Moon Devourers!” The youth was only able to hear these last words, and Wang Lin lunged forward and unleashed a kick to the youth, with a boom, breaking all bones of the youth while the youth’s body remained intact. Wang Lin hurled the body toward the skeletons beneath the stone tablet.

With a loud crash, the youth’s body overlapped the skeleton, and blood spurted from the shoulders and pinned to the colored nails. Cries of agony filled the air. The feeling of being locked by two different nails, the constant draining of one’s mind, and even the soul being crushed, was a pain not to be ignored.

Wang Lin didn’t kill him right away, instead, the youth must suffer the same pain that Zhan Xingye felt, being tortured and waiting for death!

The body of the youth under the stone tablet was quivering and struggling, but couldn’t move. Even the Yuanshen was sealed.

Wang Lin slowly strode forward, placing his right hand on the youth’s crown, and forcibly searched the soul. After he gained the memories, the youth was on the verge of death, but the pain made it harder and impossible to faint or destroy, and slowly waited for death. Wang Lin sighed after removing the right hand.

At this moment in the space, the Suzaku’s flame had reached unprecedented heights “burning madly,” scaling up to a third transformation!

At the same time, underneath the Fengjie’s boundless starry sky, outside the massive array, which had locked down the land, also known as the outer territory!

Within the ancient starry sky, there lied an area filled with lightning strikes, the Lightning Clan.

Inside the Lightning Clan, an eternal lightning bolt, which had lasted for countless eons, had been formed by a void. The lightning was worshipped by the Lightning Clan.

But when the lightning clan that had the lightning seal had died and when Wang Lin had spoken of taking the lightning seal, the ancient lighting had made a noise unlike any other! It had shocked the members of the Lightning Clan and their stars!

As the members were rushing in, the lightning bolt disappeared out of thin air as if someone had snatched it… Although the lightning strike reappeared, the prior scene had shocked and feared the Lightning Clan!

Inside an area of the ancient star territory, lied the Firebird Clan. It was similar to the Suzaku Sect, for it was covered in flames.

Even more similarly, within the fiery territory, there were countless firebird statues erected. However, all of the firebirds were black.

As the firebird member died and as Wang Lin had shouted of taking the flames, all of the firebirds shuddered and the cries filled the sky, and a three of the statues collapsed! The entire Firebird Clan was in shock!

“In ancient legends, when they return, the imposters will crumble…” In a Firebird star, an old man said as he looked towards the sky.

At the same time, within the Moon Eater Clan, who was one of the seven strongest groups of the ancient star territory, had been shaken by the shock!