"Ancestor Gods of the Otherworld are all my prey."
Wang Xuan's tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable air of absolute authority.
"You need only protect the living beings of the Nine Provinces."
Xuanyuan was momentarily speechless.
A newly ascended Ancestor God and ancient sage of the Human Race, yet in the other man's words, he was hardly any different from someone guarding a courtyard.
Clearly a young dragon, yet he spoke with such overbearing confidence. What was more, that dominance came from within, without the slightest trace of affectation.
The cultivation world had always respected the strong.
Xuanyuan was not offended. He gave a mute laugh, pondered briefly, then solemnly nodded and accepted this division of duties.
Besides, he knew perfectly well that the coming Nine Provinces truly could not do without the power of this Ancestral Dragon.
The False God Tribulation dissipated into nothing.
That illusory canopy pressing down upon the Nine Provinces began to collapse.
There was no earth-shaking crash, only a silence like melting ice and snow.
The four Illusory Worlds crumbled one after another. The towers, divine kingdoms, and Dao arenas built from faith, legends, and the will of all living beings collapsed layer by layer like sandcastles meeting the tide, turning into specks of light dust and vanishing without a trace.
The false veil shrouding heaven and earth was completely lifted. The entire world seemed to have been washed clean with heavenly water, becoming indescribably clear and transparent. Even little demons whose intelligence had only just awakened felt a sense of ease in their hearts.
"The world has changed!"
Countless cultivators stood atop mountain peaks and cried out in shock.
As the intangible things vanished, vast stretches of land appeared out of nowhere beyond the seas.
Massive cities stood towering along the coast; islands