The Lord of Nanyang

"Very well."

A Luomu steadied his nerves.

He forcibly suppressed the shock within his heart.

If his previous awe of Su Yuan had stemmed from strength capable of crushing him, then now, A Luomu felt not awe, but a bone-deep, visceral terror.

Kun Long, a dignified Great Master of Sorcery, had been unable to display even a shred of his power before Su Yuan, meeting his end in an instant. The sheer depth of the schemes and methods involved was truly terrifying.

If My Lord wanted to deal with me...

A Luomu's thoughts shifted, and he realized that if Su Yuan truly wanted him dead, there would be no need for elaborate schemes; he could simply detonate the psychic power planted deep within his soul.

He felt slightly better at that thought.

At the very least, he would not die like Kun Long, who hadn't even known who had truly killed him.

A Luomu didn't need to guess to know how unwilling, unconvinced, and confused Kun Long must have been before he died, wondering how A Luomu had managed to track him down.

"The task My Lord entrusted to me is what matters."

A Luomu drew a blade and severed Kun Long's head.

In the Nanyang Nations, the customs were ancient and savage, where the heads of enemies were taken as trophies. A Luomu severed the head with the goal of quickly seizing the Holy Land and taking control of the sorcerer lineage.

After all, over the past thirty years, Kun Long had surely cultivated many loyalists of his own.

As long as Kun Long lived, these loyalists would harbor delusions, creating obstacles for A Luomu's ascension to lead the sorcerer lineage.

Inside the grand temple.

As the Holy Land of the sorcerer lineage, the temple had fallen into chaos due to the arrival of A Luomu, the former Great Master of Sorcery, with a small number of sorcerers beginning to flee.

Yet, on the whole, things remained stable. Most sorcerers were waiting for Kun Long to return, just as he had thirty years ago, to crush A Luomu in one fell swoop.

"Do not panic! A Luomu was a defeated foe thirty years ago..."

Several influential sorcerers stepped forward to steady the panicked crowd.

Just then.

A figure strode inside.

Wherever he passed, an invisible psychic power spread and expanded, as if a massive mountain were pressing down upon the heads of every sorcerer present.

"A Luomu... A Luomu has entered..."

The many sorcerers were struck with terror, and the emotions that had just been stabilized fell back into disarray.

"You need not wait any longer. Kun Long is dead."

A Luomu tossed Kun Long's head directly onto the ground, then strode toward the high platform, looking down upon the many sorcerers.

"Kun Long is dead?"

"Impossible. I don't believe it."

"That's right, I don't believe it either."

The first reaction of the vast majority of sorcerers was disbelief.

What kind of joke was this?

They hadn't even seen Kun Long make a move.

However.

As time passed, more and more sorcerers saw the head A Luomu had thrown on the ground. It looked extremely similar to Kun Long—identical, in fact—and they were suddenly rendered speechless.

Was this head truly Kun Long's?

Although it would not be difficult to forge a head resembling Kun Long with modern technology, the Nanyang sorcerer lineage would never engage in such impersonation.

To kill was to kill; to die was to die. This was tied to the customs and beliefs of the sorcerer lineage.

Furthermore, A Luomu had no need and no reason to do such a thing.

"I swear by the Great Master of Sorcery: Kun Long is dead. I am the current Great Master of Sorcery. Those who resist shall die!"

A Luomu scanned his surroundings before finally seating himself upon the high throne.

In the Nanyang Nations, the sorcerer lineage essentially believed in the law of the jungle: the weak are the prey of the strong.

Thirty years ago, Kun Long had defeated A Luomu and successfully taken control of the sorcerer lineage's Holy Land.

Now that A Luomu had returned, killed Kun Long, and reclaimed his status and position, it was only natural.

At the very least, for the middle and lower-tier sorcerers, it made little difference whether the Great Master of Sorcery was Kun Long or A Luomu.

Hum~ Just as most of the sorcerers hesitated, a terrifying psychic power—one belonging solely to a Great Master of Sorcery, or rather, one approaching the peak of a Great Master of Sorcery—erupted.

The pressure began to grow, heavy as a vast ocean.

Finally, one sorcerer could no longer withstand the strain and knelt on the ground of his own accord: "Greetings, Great Sorcerer..."

"Greetings, Great Sorcerer..."

More and more sorcerers began to kneel, signaling their submission.

In the end, every single sorcerer had knelt down.

A Luomu looked down at the sorcerers as they submitted one by one.

Yet, there was not a shred of triumph in his heart.

He knew very well that everything he had now was bestowed upon him by Su Yuan; without Su Yuan, he would still be struggling to survive in the Magic City.

Just then, Su Yuan's voice came through the miniature earpiece once more.

"Now, I will name them, and you will kill them."

In the Magic City, within the quiet room of the villa, Su Yuan's gaze was calm.

Although he was not physically present in the Nanyang Nations, with the numerous reports from the Grey Mirror, he had a clear grasp of A Luomu's situation.

While it appeared that all the sorcerers had submitted, in reality, many were only doing so on the surface.

For instance, there were Kun Long's confidants, as well as moles and spies from other factions.

These sorcerers were few in number, but they would interfere with Su Yuan's upcoming plans.

Therefore, they had to be eliminated as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this, A Luomu stood up immediately and, following Su Yuan's instructions, began a thorough purge of the sorcerer lineage.

After killing hundreds of sorcerers in accordance with Su Yuan's orders, A Luomu arrived at the underground sanctuary of the temple's holy ground.

Only the Great Sorcerers of each generation knew of this place, and A Luomu had not set foot inside for thirty years.

Reaching the deepest part of the underground sanctuary, A Luomu entered a room that resembled a meditation chamber.

The space was small, and several ancient books were laid out on a stone table.

Are these the final legacies of the sorcerer lineage?

A Luomu flipped through them for a moment, thinking silently to himself.

The final legacy of the sorcerer lineage could only be obtained by defeating and killing other Great Sorcerers of the same path.

Although A Luomu had once taken control of the sorcerer lineage's holy ground in the past, he had never obtained these legacies because he had failed to defeat or kill Kun Long.

Conversely, Kun Long had defeated A Luomu thirty years ago.

Though it was unclear if he had killed him, A Luomu had not appeared for the following thirty years.

Naturally, Kun Long had obtained the final legacy as a matter of course.

Now, these legacies were left lying here casually...

It was evident that Kun Long had been studying them just moments ago and had fled in a hurry upon realizing that A Luomu had come for him.

As for why he hadn't taken them with him? He was likely worried about being searched or subjected to similar measures.

"These legacies..."

A Luomu examined them carefully.

He vaguely felt that the final legacy of the sorcerers recorded in these ancient books was merely average.

It was nowhere near as profound as the words Su Yuan had spoken when guiding him.

Magic City, Jinshan Villa District, Villa 66.

Su Yuan sat in the quiet room, a smile appearing on his face.

With A Luomu taking control of the sorcerer lineage's holy ground and becoming the new Great Sorcerer, the Nanyang Nations would henceforth be essentially under Su Yuan's dominion.

In the Nanyang Nations, sorcerers held an extraordinary status; even warlords, high-ranking officials, and merchants often invited them to their homes as guests.

And the Great Sorcerer... was an existence akin to a religious icon.

By controlling the Great Sorcerer of Nanyang, one could essentially influence and dominate the Nanyang Nations.

After all, the influence of the Great Sorcerer in the Nanyang Nations was immense, spanning from perception to strength, and from the past to the present.

"Next, I can begin mining the Lu-Wu Black Gold."

Su Yuan looked up toward the direction of the Nanyang Nations.

From the moment he began planning for the Lu-Wu Black Gold until now, not even a single day had passed.

With a mere wave of his hand, Su Yuan had completed his strategic layout for the Nanyang Nations.

Sitting in the Magic City, he ruled over Nanyang.