Ian Song wasn’t too worried about this God-King Tribulation. A hundred years ago, he’d snatched a bunch of God Emperor artifacts from the Phoenix Infant Clan. With those artifacts for protection, his odds of surviving the tribulation were at least fifty percent higher.
Plus, everyone here had been cultivating with Origin Source Power and chaos spirit liquid—their foundations couldn’t possibly be any deeper.
Among them—
Cici and Joy were a pleasant surprise to Ian.
Joy carried the Cain bloodline, and Cain was one of the Three Thousand Demon Gods. It wasn’t quite on par with the Pangu Bloodline, but it was still one of the strongest systems. Plus, her absorption of chaos spirit liquid was amazing—it actually helped her fuse her bloodline even further. At this point, she’d already merged about thirty percent of her bloodline power.
So even though she was only at late-stage Upper Heavenly God, she could already wrestle a God-King without losing.
Cici’s bloodline wasn’t as strong, but thanks to regular baths in chaos spirit liquid, the impurities in her body were gradually washed away. Plus, Joy had been giving her blood to drink for a long time. By now, Cici’s bloodline was almost identical to the ancestral Cain bloodline, and her combat strength was freakishly high—she could fight God-Kings too.
So—
Ian arranged for Joy to face the God-King Tribulation first.
She was suited up in God Emperor armor.
The nine bolts of lightning in the first round of the God-King Tribulation couldn’t even touch her.
But Ian didn’t let his guard down—he had a hunch that Heavenly Dao might try something.
After clearing the first round, Joy’s power shot up a lot.
The second round of the God-King Tribulation arrived.
The Brighthelm Holy Emperor’s incarnation reappeared, trying to unite the other Holy Emperor incarnations and God Emperors to target Yuan Sovereign Moro.
Normally, only one divine guardian would descend at the start, but this time all nine dropped in at once to gang up on Joy.
“Heh!” Ian chuckled, a hint of disdain flashing at the corner of his mouth. “Heavenly Dao, that’s the best you’ve got?”
Joy was already strong enough to fight God-Kings—why would she be scared of nine mere Upper Heavenly God–level guardians?
It took her just a few breaths to tear all nine guardians to shreds.
The third round of the God-King Tribulation descended.
Lust-devils appeared.
All these lust-devils were in male form.
This time, Joy didn’t give them any chance to tempt her—she struck first, wiped them all out, then flashed a sweet smile at Ian Song at the edge of the tribulation.
The fourth round of tribulation descended.
A small world materialized, enveloping Joy. Instantly, Ian Song locked onto that small world—if Heavenly Dao dared shift Joy into primordial chaos, he’d use the Divine Hall to pierce through and rescue her.
The incarnations of the Brighthelm Holy Emperor and the other seven Holy Emperors led dozens of God Emperors into battle, but it was a trap. Beside Yuan Sovereign Moro lurked a being nearly as strong as a true Holy Emperor, plus dozens more God Emperor-level experts.
Fifth round.
Eight God Emperors died, and even the Brighthelm Holy Emperor’s incarnation was destroyed.
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By the ninth round, Joy had passed through without any trouble. She became a God-King smoothly, and even advanced straight to late-stage lower-segment God-King. With her Cain bloodline, she could easily take on ordinary upper-segment God-Kings.
“Heavenly Dao didn’t keep cheating?”
Ian Song was a bit surprised by that.
The Brighthelm Holy Emperor, wielding his Lightblade and Lightshield, was locked in battle against three supreme beings. His armor was bloodstained, his hair loose and wild—he looked utterly battered.
One of those beings sneered, “Brighthelm Holy Emperor, stop your pointless resistance. The Southern, Northern, Eastern, and Western Holy Emperors have all fallen. The Ten Supreme Races are destined to rule the God Realm again!”
Hearing that four Holy Emperors were dead, the Brighthelm Holy Emperor was stunned for a moment.
Ian gave Joy’s perky butt a playful slap—it was still as springy as ever.
They returned to the manor.
After ten days of war in the primordial chaos, the Brighthelm Holy Emperor finally died.
The moment he died, the colossal statue in Brighthelm Holy City split open and collapsed.
So, it could interfere, but only up to a certain limit.
A few days passed.
Ian arranged for Cici to face her tribulation. She also passed safely, which put Ian’s mind at ease.
Over the next few months, he systematically sent his parents, wives, elders, and subordinates through their God-King Tribulations. Heavenly Dao kept meddling within the rules, but still couldn’t stop them from succeeding.
Yet beneath it all, Ian felt a nagging unease.
He sensed that Heavenly Dao wasn’t so simple—after all, Little Corpse Puppet was just a Heaven Guard and couldn’t know everything about Heavenly Dao.
But after pondering for a long time, he still couldn’t find an answer. Even a group meeting with everyone yielded no clues.
“Forget it. The boat will straighten itself when it reaches the bridge.”
Ian sighed and let the issue go. At the same time, he passed down an unnamed God Emperor-grade cultivation method he’d obtained from another world.
Several years passed.
Little Corpse Puppet rushed in to report: the God-Kings he’d stationed across the God Realm were sending back alarming news.
Yuan Sovereign Moro had returned, launching another crazed round of city massacres.
Now, Moro had over a hundred God-Kings at his side.
And it seemed there were even God Emperors lurking among them.
Meanwhile, the Primordial Forbidden Zone was growing more and more restless, with terrifying auras leaking out every day.
The Bright Sacred Emperor’s incarnation reappeared, trying to unite the other Holy Emperor incarnations and God Emperors to target Yuan Sovereign Moro.
A few days later, new reports arrived.
The Ten Supreme Races, once hidden away, had suddenly dispatched armies to attack Godborn cities. In just a few days, nearly a hundred cities fell; the Godborn inhabitants were captured and turned into slaves through secret arts.
“The Ten Supreme Races?”
Ian squinted, unable to fathom why they’d choose this moment to strike. Didn’t they realize that if Yuan Sovereign Moro was suppressed, the Godborn would definitely settle accounts with them?
The Ten Supreme Races had managed to hide for so many years—they weren’t idiots. So what gave them the guts to act now?
Or maybe they have some hidden backing—that’s why they dare act like this?
But what exactly is their backing?
A month passed, and the situation in the God Realm grew catastrophic: over five hundred prefectural cities had become dead cities, and the Ten Supreme Races had conquered nearly five hundred as well.
That was already about a tenth of the God Realm’s territory.
At the same time—
The incarnations of the Bright Sacred Emperor and the other seven Holy Emperors led dozens of God Emperors into battle, but it was a trap. Beside Yuan Sovereign Moro lurked a being nearly as strong as a true Holy Emperor, plus dozens more God Emperor-level experts.
The battle was unimaginably brutal.
Eight God Emperors died, and even the Bright Sacred Emperor’s incarnation was destroyed.
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For a moment, Ian was left baffled.
How could Yuan Sovereign Moro and his crew be so bold? Weren’t they afraid the true bodies of the Holy Emperors would return?
Meanwhile, in the primordial chaos—
The Bright Sacred Emperor, wielding his Lightblade and Lightshield, was locked in battle against three supreme beings. His armor was bloodstained, his hair loose and wild—he looked utterly battered.
One of those beings sneered, “Bright Sacred Emperor, stop your pointless resistance. The Southern, Northern, Eastern, and Western Holy Emperors have all fallen. The Ten Supreme Races are destined to rule the God Realm again!”
Hearing that four Holy Emperors were dead, the Bright Sacred Emperor was stunned for a moment.
“Kill him!”
The three supreme beings seized the chance and attacked.
After ten days of war in the primordial chaos, the Bright Sacred Emperor finally died.
The moment he died, the colossal statue in Brighthelm Holy City split open and collapsed.
A few days later—
Three Holy Emperor-level beings from the Ten Supreme Races returned from the primordial chaos, announcing the deaths of the Bright Sacred Emperor and several others.
The world was plunged into deep mourning.
Ian was shaken by the news.
With five Holy Emperors fallen, the remaining three probably wouldn’t dare show themselves—they’d be hunted down if they did.
Still, something didn’t add up for him.
Logically, Holy Emperor-level experts had reached the pinnacle of the God Realm, always alert to threats. So how could they end up ambushed and killed?
Maybe Heavenly Dao was behind it.
Thinking this over, Ian summoned Little Puppet again and asked, “When the last Heavenly Dao ruled the God Realm, had the Godborn already risen?”
“No,” Little Corpse Puppet shook his head. “Back then, the Ten Supreme Races ruled the God Realm. The Godborn were just slaves.”
Hearing this—
Ian vaguely grasped the key point.
He had a bold theory: after the current Heavenly Dao seized control of the God Realm, it feared the Ten Supreme Races would threaten its existence, so it secretly aided the Godborn in rebelling—and winning.
This wasn’t just a wild guess. Even though the Ten Supreme Races were driven out, they weren’t wiped out.
Why hadn’t the Godborn finished them off?
Most likely, Heavenly Dao didn’t allow it.
Now, after years of growth, the Godborn had reached their peak.
So Heavenly Dao would support the Ten Supreme Races in a counterattack, letting them reclaim the God Realm. And in the end, it’d leave some Godborn alive, waiting for them to rise up again years later.
This way—
No one would ever be able to threaten its position.
A truly vicious move.
Ian himself was a Godborn, so of course he didn’t want his people enslaved. But right now, he couldn’t affect the war—he was still far too weak.
His power was at best equal to an ordinary God Emperor, and both Yuan Sovereign Moro’s side and the Ten Supreme Races had God Emperors.
“Damn it, what should I do?”
Ian frowned bitterly.
Ding! New quest: Pacify the God Realm’s chaos and keep the Godborn as rulers. Success rewards you with the Demon God bloodline; failure drops your cultivation below God-King!
“For real? Why is the system popping up now?”
Ian couldn’t help but curse—the quest was a total trap.
With his current strength, pacifying the God Realm was way too hard. If he had to rate this quest, it was definitely epic tier.
He took a deep breath.
Ian calmed himself and started considering the quest’s feasibility.
A few days later—
Little Corpse Puppet came to report again: the God Realm was collapsing under attacks from both the Ten Supreme Races and Yuan Sovereign Moro. There was no room left to resist.
Ian’s face grew extremely grim.
He gathered his family and wives. “I’ve decided to intervene in the God Realm!”
Everyone present was visibly shocked.
“Husband, shouldn’t you reconsider?” Wang Ying urged.
“Yeah, five out of eight Holy Emperors are dead. If you go, it’s suicide!” Song Xue added, her face full of worry.
Then all his wives started to chime in—even Scarlet Moon God King didn’t object this time.