The Emperor Of The World

Tribulation Cloud condensed one after another in the nine heavens. Karakorum, the starry sky, or any of the stars in this starfield had all experienced a legendary story during this period of time.    

Many elite cultivators, surrounded by the myriad of living creatures, had suddenly appeared. They had long since been suppressed by the quasi-Monarch Stage. As the three emperors succeeded in transcending tribulation, a group of peak quasi Emperor level cultivators followed in their footsteps. The "season of becoming an Emperor" became a veritable reality.    

However, there was still a large enough gap between people.    

One after another, heroes fell between the heavens and earth. Hot blood sprayed out as their truesouls shattered.    

"Sigh, what a pity. For the Mo Wuque of Mo Clan, you failed your tribulation, and your blood stained the exterior of your Mount Kunlun ?"    

Mount Kunlun, the path that opened up was located at the peak of the mountain, and today, this place was dyed with blood.    

A peak quasi Emperor level expert would die here in blood, returning to the West.    

His name was Mo Wuque, and he was a very ancient figure in the Mo Clan. When he hid himself in this life, he originally wanted to become an emperor at this very moment, and shock everyone in the world with a single move.    

It was a pity that his cultivation level was not high enough. When he encountered the Primal Chaos Heavenly Tribulation, both his physical body and the Primordial Spirit's body would explode within his Thunder Sea.    

The Emperor's blood sprinkled onto the ground, dyeing the entire main peak of the Mount Kunlun red. The aura of the Great Monarch was so strong that no cultivators below the quasi Emperor level dared to approach them.    

In the end, the Venerable Emperor Pavilion sent their Great Monarch s to refine the blood so that the mouth of the Mount Kunlun would become safe.    

"Patriarch Wuque ?" Inside the Mo Clan, there was a script, and from top to bottom, there were sounds of wailing. It was extremely despairing.    

An ancestor who had hopes of becoming an emperor actually died at the mouth of the Mount Kunlun, unable to hold on past the Monarch Tribulation.    

"If I knew earlier, why would I have separated Zong Family and branch families back then ?" Within the Mo Clan, all the elders of the Zong Family felt that the ancestors were wrong.    

Right now, the branch families that had been divided using Mo Clan were like Zong Family, eight Great Monarch!    

"I think that the reason that Ancestor Wuque failed his tribulation is most likely because of those eight people from the branch family ? Back then, Ancestor Wuque supported it, and they were split into Zong Family and clan ? " The juniors of Mo Clan hatefully muttered to themselves.    

"Don't spout nonsense!" The people in power in the Mo Clan immediately warned against such rumors.    

In fact, how could they not suspect the eight people from the branch family? They were just under the roof, so they had no choice but to lower their heads.    

The branch family had eight Great Monarch s and was already the number one clan apart from Ye Clan. And all of this came from the Venerable Emperor Pavilion, the Collateral Branch of Mo Clan had long ago overshadowed the glory of the Zong Family.    

"Damn it ?" I am certain that the death of Ancestor Wuque must have something to do with those eight people! " That night, within Mo Clan, a group of elders got drunk and started to wail.    

"Does the heavens want my Zong Family to die!?" One of the elders cried out. He threw his cup and plate towards the sky, smashing it into pieces.    

One of them shook his head, and laughed at himself: "What a good Mo Han, harming my Zong Family, unable to turn over!"    

"Clang dang ~ ~" As he spoke, the sounds of cups being smashed rang out. The group of old men's noses were all red from crying, and they were filled with regret.    

The Ancestor Pavilion.    

Dian Feng sat atop the clouds and gazed into the starry sky. He wanted to see how far he could go.    

Suddenly, someone behind him spoke up, "Pavilion Master... "I'm guilty ?"    

Mo Feiyu was in high spirits, he was no longer an old man, but one filled with vitality. He lowered his head, as if he had done something wrong.    

Dian Feng did not turn around to look at him. He only looked at the starry sky and asked: "Elder Mo, what did you do wrong?"    

"Today ?" Before Mo Feiyu could finish, he was interrupted by Dian Feng.    

"The cause of the past, the fruit of today ?" The Ancestor Pavilion just didn't want to interfere in the internal affairs of the other powers, but they didn't say anything. They didn't want their disciples to settle their grudges ? " Dian Feng said indifferently.    

"Yes ?" Thank you, Pavilion Master, for your forgiveness! " Mo Feiyu was a little touched. Today, he had done a very satisfying thing, but to make the Ancestor Pavilion take the blame, he felt a little apologetic.    

No one said the two words "Mo Wuque", but everyone knew that this matter was done by the eight people from Mo Clan.    

Mo Wuque originally hoped that he would succeed in transcending the tribulation, but unfortunately, Mo Feiyu had secretly done something and made him bleed among the Monarch Tribulation.    

As for the reason, it was very simple ? ? Mo Wuque was the lead, and was one of the people who divided Mo Clan into "Zong Family" and "branch family".    

Because of this system, the hearts of people in the Mo Clan were mixed, Zong Family and branch families were opposites, and the Zong Family enslaved branch families for a long period of time ? He needed to use the lives of those people to vent his resentment.    

Dian Feng didn't feel that Mo Feiyu had done anything wrong. This was the debt that Mo Wuque had owed him all those years ago.    

"Since the cause and effect have been cleared, there should no longer be any more grudges between the two of you and Mo Clan, so there's no need to be too deliberate in targeting him ?" Dian Feng said.    

Mo Feiyu nodded his head, and replied as if it was natural, "Pavilion Master is right, the Mo family is no longer related to the Mo Clan, everything is settled."    

Mo Feiyu did not have to worry about this bit of bearing, he did not have the mind to deal with Mo Clan.    

When Dian Feng said this, he also felt that Mo Tianhen was somewhat pitiful. This descendant of the Immortal King was simply too disappointing. If Mo Tianhen knew, that the descendant had separated the Zong Family and branch families, and was even able to create such a situation, who knew if he would be so angry that his three corpses would jump up and down.    

In the darkness, Mo Yan stood there and looked at the two. She was a little worried that Mo Feiyu would be punished, but hearing this result, she couldn't help but be happy.    

"Pavilion Master ?" Mo Yan just stood like that, looking at this man from far away and looking at his back. Even the stars that filled the sky lost their luster in front of him.    

"Use the Spirit as the brush, the will as the ink, the air as the paper, and the heaven and earth as the weapon ?"    

Dian Mo sat on the Mountain Back of Monarch Sovereign Pavilion, and in the middle of the mountains, he sat on the highest peak, and suddenly opened his eyes.    

"There's no need to suppress it anymore. A golden age has arrived, and the era of the Hundred Emperors and Deerchaser has arrived. What's there to be afraid of ?" Dian Mo laughed lightly, a trace of confidence rose from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes suddenly became as clear as the stars, an ancient Divine Pattern vaguely appearing in his eyes.    

"Unravel ?" He read out a single word, and using the Divine Consciousness as a brush, he wrote out a single word on his body.    

"Buzz ~ ~ ~"    

Immediately, the Divine Pattern s around his body lit up, and a black iron chain like thing was drawn out from his body. This was the law of suppressing his strength.    

He had been bestowing the title of Emperor for several years. Years ago, he had been able to break through to the Emperor Realm. In order to be a bit more confident, he had already suppressed his cultivation realm for a few years.    

"Rumble ~ ~ ~ ~"    

Above the nine heavens, dark clouds gathered and a thunderstorm broke out among the Tribulation Cloud.    

"Hmm?" Dian Feng, who was sitting next to the Venerable Emperor Pavilion's Floating Island, felt the aura and turned around to take a look.    

"Buzz ~ ~ ~"    

Dian Feng took a step into the air and realized that Dian Mo was about to undergo his tribulation.    

What was exciting was that Dian Mo had finally arrived at the Monarch Stage, and what was interesting was that Dian Feng also wanted to see how strong the Author at the Monarch Stage was.    

"Boom ?"    

When the Thunder Sea finally smashed down, Dian Feng lifted his hand to cut off the space so that not even a blade of grass and a tree could be harmed on the Venerable Emperor Pavilion.    

Dian Mo glanced over, and seeing how powerful Dian Feng was, he was shocked: "Is he that strong already?"    

Seeing Dian Feng watching the battle, Dian Mo also had the intention to win. He also wanted to show off the power of the Author.    

Only the genius of the Author, who was known as the forbidden inheritance, had been able to display the power of this art. Now, a Monarch Stage Author had finally appeared.    

"Buzz, buzz, buzz ~ ~ ~"    

Above the Nine Heavens, the Emperor's shadow appeared, and they shot forward together with nine beams of light!    

Dian Feng's eyelids twitched, he was a little surprised, and at the same time, the Nine Emperor Shadows, became the strongest Heavenly Tribulation. But of course, it all depended on whether there would be any other afterimages.    

"Kill!" Dian Mo reprimanded him and raised his hand. With a graceful technique, he carved out the word "kill" in the air.    

This word was filled with bloodlust and killing intent, making it extremely conspicuous.    

"Puff ?"    

"DIE!" The character flew out, blocking one of the runic outlines. Momentarily, both the runic outlines and the emperor's shadow exploded together in the air.    

Dian Feng was shocked, his eyes narrowing.