Li Qingshan and Chu Yingluo emerged from the Chaos Tower and stood atop Heavenly Realm Mountain once more.
Golden sunlight spilled over the earth, bathing this ravaged yet newly revitalized land in warm radiance.
The experts of the Nine Tribes were clearing the battlefield and repairing the damaged palaces and pavilions.
As Li Qingshan gazed over the vast Lesser Heavenly Realm, a thought suddenly came to him.
He turned toward Little Tower on his shoulder and asked, "Tower Lord, can the Lesser Heavenly Realm be taken into the Chaos Tower?"
At his words, pride flashed in Little Tower's lively eyes. "Kid, you underestimate your Tower Lord! The Lesser Heavenly Realm was part of the Chaos Tower to begin with. When I settled the Twelve War Generals here all those years ago, I used the Chaos Tower's power to create this land! Without my secret protection, how could the Twelve Tribes have cultivated here in peace for millions of years?"
Li Qingshan's eyes lit up. "So that's how it is! Sorry for the trouble, Tower Lord!"
"Piece of cake!"
Little Tower spoke with haughty pride.
He leaped from Li Qingshan's shoulder, planted his short legs in the void, formed seals with both hands, and gently pushed upward toward the heavens!
Hum!
The Chaos Tower abruptly expanded into a towering structure a hundred thousand feet tall. Patterns on all nine stories lit up at once, and boundless chaos light poured down like a tide, enveloping the entire Lesser Heavenly Realm!
At that instant, all of Heavenly Realm Mountain began to tremble!
Mountains and rivers, palaces and pavilions, seas of clouds and mist... everything slowly rose within the chaos light, as though gently lifted by an immense, invisible hand!
Every expert of the Twelve Tribes shuddered and looked up at the heavens, where