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On the South China Sea!

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A long, mournful scream pierced the sky; it was not Muto's usual domineering roar, but a desperate cry of impending death.

Muto, who had been so arrogant and domineering for less than three seconds, suddenly stiffened.

Then, like tattered cotton shreds shattered by heavy artillery fire, it plummeted straight down.

Its massive body twisted, its scales covered with golden lightning patterns cracked, and hot blood droplets splattered from the wounds, drawing dark red trails in the air.

Its speed was astonishing, creating a whistling airflow that even disrupted and scattered the remaining magical energy in the surrounding area.

Boom-!

A deep, thunderous roar reverberated across the area as the rapidly falling MUTO crashed heavily onto the sea, instantly shattering the tranquility of the ocean.

Crash—!

The enormous impact exploded along the sea surface, and huge waves tens of thousands of feet high suddenly surged up.

Like a towering wall of water, it swept fiercely in all directions.

Amidst the rolling waves, there were fragments of Muto's scales and flesh, as well as stunned sea fish and shattered rocks.

Underwater, the currents were turbulent, and violent tremors spread along the seabed, even startling the sea monsters lurking in the depths, causing them to scatter and flee.

No one expected that Muto, who had just displayed imperial power, would be severely injured and on the verge of death by Ray's attack, ending up in such a miserable state.

The giant waves receded slowly, but the sea surface remained turbulent.

Muto's body was half-submerged in the water, with only a faint breath rising and falling, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Above them, Ray hovered, gazing calmly at the half-dead Muto on the sea.

He had already anticipated this outcome, and his brows, which had been furrowed for so long, finally relaxed.

With a light wave of his right hand, a streak of pale golden lightning shot out.

The Thunder Crystal that had been taken away by Muto immediately broke free from its remaining restraints and transformed into a stream of light, landing steadily back in his palm.

As his fingertips touched the coolness of the crystal surface, Ray's gaze suddenly turned cold.

"Damn MUTO!"

He could clearly sense that although the Thunder Source Crystal still had a lustrous appearance and its lightning energy seemed strong, at least one-fifth of its inner essence had been lost.

This means that the innate potential of the next Ray will be directly reduced by one-fifth.

Even if it hatches now, the next Ray might be able to reach the threshold of a sub-emperor with the remaining essence, but at most he can only stop at a minor emperor.

If one's fundamental foundation is insufficient, it becomes an insurmountable chasm, making it impossible to advance to the level of a legitimate emperor.

To make up for this loss, the Thunder Source Crystal would need to be nurtured deep within the Thunder Sea for at least a hundred years.

This century could have been used to continuously nourish the source, allowing the next Ray to reach an even higher starting point!

Thunder~~~

Overwhelming rage instantly seized his mind. Ray pointed his left finger to the sky, and lightning suddenly surged around him.

With a deafening roar, countless bolts of lightning converged, forming thick golden pillars of lightning that cleaved towards the sea with earth-shattering force.

At this moment, Muto was half-submerged in the water, still desperately squeezing out the last bit of life energy to lay eggs.

"Dirty rats!" Ray roared, and the lightning bolts fell precisely, shattering all the eggs surrounding MUTO.

The scorching lightning burned Muto's body, extinguishing its last hope of reproduction.

Looking at the resentment and despair surging in Muto's eyes, and his unseeing death, Ray's anger subsided slightly.

During this time, the will of the plane faintly sent a message, subtly indicating that he should spare Muto and leave him a chance to live.

Ray ignored him completely, his eyes filled with disdain.

Muto was like a floor tile among emperors; if he had just kept to himself, he could have survived.

Once you become restless, it's time to die!

As for its role and status in the ecosystem?

Ray chuckled. There are plenty of solutions, but I am not a puppet to be bossed around by the will of a plane.

"My Thunder Saint Clan is not like those useless people like Flame Princess and Snow Princess, who rely on the charity of the plane's will to survive."

He secretly despised it.

Because of their authority or status, most elemental spirit races have only one spirit per generation, who exclusively controls all the laws and rules of the corresponding element.

The next elemental spirit will exist in the form of an embryo, such as an egg, stone, fruit, spirit, etc., until it hatches before the previous elemental spirit passes away.

And my Thunder Saint Spirit—the Ray clan—can break through the upper limit of the Lesser Emperor and break free from the shackles of the orthodox emperor.

It is precisely because each Ray, while becoming stronger, strives to collect resources to nourish the next Ray in the crystal and solidify its origin.

Moreover, not only does each Rayleigh strive, but the elemental beings under his command also have to "pay tribute on time".

The most classic example is the Lei Si clan, which exists in various dimensions.

A life form composed purely of raging lightning, without a fixed biological form, more like a lightning giant or an embodiment of thunderstorm with consciousness.

It is majestic, ancient, and extremely oppressive.

Of course, Lei Si is best known as the "Judge" and "Gatekeeper" of the Thousand Elf Tower.

They are the enforcers of the ancient rules of the Elf Tower, responsible for testing and approving mages who wish to enter the tower and sign a more powerful elven contract.

And they charge a negligible entrance fee!

As the Thousand Races Elf Tower is the "private domain" of various elemental spirits, it took Ray a lot of effort to put the Ray clan in the position of gatekeeper.

After all, the highest-ranking Holy Spirits, such as the Holy Spirit of Wind and the Holy Spirit of Light, who have greater autonomy (of the plane's will), are no weaker than him!

There's nothing we can do, they won the bet!

The reward is greater autonomy within the plane's will, fewer constraints, and true, eternal life!

In contrast, other elemental spirits, especially those that live in the magical plane, are different.

Apart from the Poisonous Saint of the Holy Gu who lives in the Ten Thousand Mountains and the Water Saint who has already become the Emperor of the Rooftop, the other elemental saints simply lower the bar for elemental saints.

Ordinary clans like the Snow Princess clan would simply retreat to the two extremes, guarding their territory and remaining stagnant.

The resources they obtained were either used for "farming" or for picking up the "residue" of the demon emperors in the far south and far north, showing no ambition whatsoever.

Not to mention the Flame Maiden clan, which has long since become a laughingstock and a disgrace to the entire Elemental Holy Spirit race.

Back in the day, the Yanji clan, nourished by the Star Language Tree, produced numerous emperors who could rival legitimate emperors—how glorious they were!

But now, even the adult Flame Princess's combat power is only barely enough to reach the level of a Grand Monarch.

Its combat power is so great that even demons of the same level might not be able to suppress it.

As for Yan Ji, who is at the level of a supreme monarch, the last time she appeared in the world, one had to trace her lineage back five generations.

As for the normally developed, Emperor-level Flame Princess, she is already a legendary figure of the past.

They have ended up in this predicament entirely because they brought it upon themselves.

The Star Language Tree, which nurtured the origin of the Yan Ji clan, had long since exhausted its life force and its branches and leaves had withered.

But the Yanji clan clung to the Star Language Tree, stubbornly guarding the withered tree and accompanying it to its destruction.

They would only perform useless rituals, sacrifices, and prayers day after day, but never thought of actively seeking other paths.

They neither sent people to traverse the planes in search of the treasure that could awaken the life force of the Celestial Tree;

They also did not cultivate Heavenly Tree seedlings in advance, or search for spiritual roots that could replace Heavenly Tree and carry the essence of Yan Ji.

Knowing full well that the day the Heavenly Tree falls will be the day the Flame Maiden Clan is completely destroyed, they remain stubborn and do not even have the courage to try.

Even if they were willing to lower themselves...

The Ray clan, by conserving resources, lays a solid foundation for the next Flame Princess.

Even if they were forcibly pushed to the Emperor level by external forces, it wouldn't be to the point where the clan couldn't even hold up a monarch level, thus losing all face for the Holy Spirit Clan!

Does someone like this deserve to be called a Holy Spirit of the Elements?

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