Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 479 - 351: The Realm Lord’s Proposals and the Respec

"Ancestral Martial, the Realm Lord of the Fla Realm will soon perish, and it seems that his successor will be a Three-legged Golden Crow," Yang i looked at Sun Wukong again, cautiously probing.

Three-legged Golden Crows, within the chaos of the Myriad Realms, there is no such species; this is clearly unique to the Vast Wilderness.

"The seeds of the Vast Wilderness have been scattered across all realms, where they are growing vigorously, blooming and bearing fruit," Sun Wukong said with a light chuckle in his expressive eyes, "One day, the Vast Wilderness might influence the entire chaos, and perhaps even save it..."

"I understand now!" Yang i’s eyes shone brightly.

In Sun Wukong’s hand, a stream of light flew out, landing precisely in Yang i’s hand.

"What is this?" Yang i looked at the talisman that had appeared in his hand.

"This talisman will protect your True Spirit," Sun Wukong said, no longer elaborating.

Yang i then deeply bowed again before turning to leave.

...

While rumors of a conspiracy by the Supres fernted, dozens of streaks of light appeared within the Ruins Realm.

In a palace, nearly eighty percent of the Great Realm Lords from the Myriad Realms had gathered.

As for those ordinary realms, they had no qualifications to attend such a eting.

The Realm Lords of these Great Realms were at least at the level of a Saint King, standing as top-tier powers within the chaos.

To bring so many Realm Lords together, apart from Supres, hardly anyone else had such a powerful influence.

And the one who had called them now was none other than the Myriad Ruins Saint Emperor.

Firstly, due to the Myriad Ruins Saint Emperor’s seniority and strength, and secondly, because of the rampant rumors within the chaos.

Using these rumors as a pretext, the Myriad Ruins Saint Emperor had convened these many Realm Lords.

Of course, Realm Lords of realms like Elixir, Instrunts, Formations, and Talismans had not co.

It wasn’t that they were unresponsive to the call, but rather because they were busy digesting the spoils of war they had previously acquired.

Apart from them, the Vast Wilderness also had no one co over.

"It seems that most have arrived, which likely ans the rumor is true!" a Realm Lord said coldly.

Those rumors spoke of countless worlds in the previous Epoch offering up their Primordial Source, only to be destroyed due to the Supres’ conspiracy.

Now, as the Epochal Catastrophe approached, they had to be on guard.

"If this is true, what are we exhausting ourselves for?" another extre Realm Lord sneered.

"From the way the Supres dealt with the Sword Realm, it’s clear they only care about their own interests—why would they bother with our lives?"

Of course, the actions of the Supres toward the Sword Realm could not be concealed from the Great Realm Lords.

At that ti, they felt a pang of fear, thinking that the Sword Realm, having made so many contributions, was suddenly being punished, which was sowhat disheartening.

But because it didn’t concern them, they stayed out of it, for they were not capable of provoking the Supres, so they did not express too many opinions on the matter.

But now, had such an event happened to them?

Who could endure this?

While nurous Realm Lords discussed heatedly and expressed their indignation, a figure appeared at the head of the gathering.

It was the Realm Lord of the Ruins Realm, the Myriad Ruins Saint Emperor.

Seeing this scene, all the Realm Lords quieted down as a form of recognition for the Myriad Ruins Saint Emperor’s status.

Afterward, the Myriad Ruins Saint Emperor gestured for everyone to take their seats.

"Myriad Ruins, you have the oldest tenure and strongest power among us all; how credible do you think this rumor is?" an old man holding a wooden staff inquired.

He was the Realm Lord of the Myriad Forests Realm, a being who had survived the last Epochal Catastrophe, holding an extrely high status.

"That rumor, it is true!" the Myriad Ruins Saint Emperor said somberly, "And furthermore, we Realm Lords who lived through the previous Epoch have had our mories erased by the Supres!"

Hearing this, the expressions of the many Realm Lords changed drastically.

They still harbored doubts about the matter, and so even hoped to hear a different answer from the Myriad Ruins Saint Emperor.

But now, they were disappointed.

Although everyone talked about breaking with the Supres, who could actually take that step, who had the courage?

"Myriad Ruins, you must be aware of the significance of this," a female Realm Lord dressed in green robes stood up to say.

"This matter, it can’t be false," the Myriad Ruins Saint Emperor waved his hand.

Suddenly, a scene appeared before everyone, along with a voice that began to speak.

"The Epochal Catastrophe has already reached its sixth layer; we may be able to withstand the sixth, but the seventh will undoubtedly crush us."

Soon, the figure of the Supre of the Dao Realm erged within it.

Other Supres were also present, including the Buddha Lord of the Buddhist Realm who had already perished.

"Respected Daoist, your thod may work, but after transforming into a consciousness of the Primordial Source, the path is cut off," stated the Supre of Darkness.

"Cut off? Not necessarily, I have a way to continue..." the Supre of the Dao Realm replied.

At that mont, the scene blurred, lasting for about ten breaths or so before reappearing.

The Supre of the Spirit Realm asked, "If we transmute into Primordial Source consciousness, what about those beings within the chaos?"

The Supre of Light sneered, "That’s simple, let each realm offer up their world’s Primordial Source. This will not only empower us as we beco consciousnesses of the Primordial Source but also block their paths to becoming Supres, eliminating any threat they might pose to us.

We can even erase their mories, letting them serve us again in the next Epoch.

After all, these Realm Lords are nothing but ants; what’s there to care about?"

Seeing this and hearing these words, all the Realm Lords present were beside themselves with rage.

The words of the Supre of Light directly pierced their hearts.

So ruthless!

To kill the spirit, it could only be so!

"But..."

At this mont, the Buddha Lord seed to have sothing to say, but was directly interrupted by the Supre of Light.

"Buddha Lord, now is not the ti to be soft-hearted. Do you really want to watch all the worlds get destroyed by the Epochal Catastrophe? In this way, we’re actually saving them. Ultimately, no matter how many survive, those lucky ones should be grateful to us."