Chapter 21: IS THIS REALLY THE FATE OF MY CLAN?
Tian Shu stood above the vast assembly, his expression calm yet imposing as he looked at the countless race leaders and clan leaders gathered before him.
His gaze slowly swept across them—one by one.
Each person he looked at felt as if their very soul was being seen through.
No one dared to speak.
No one dared to move.
Earlier—
Tian Shu's envoy had already delivered his command to every race and clan:
"All of you have been summoned by God Tian Shu."
"Race leaders, clan leaders… and even those without leaders—choose one now."
That single command stirred tension among all races.
Some quickly selected their strongest member to represent them.
Others hesitated, uncertain and conflicted.
Some clans even argued silently, deciding who among them was worthy to stand as their leader.
---
Among them—
The Wang Clan.
Their remaining members numbered only forty-eight.
Thirty-two males.
Sixteen females.
They sat in a tight circle, silence pressing down on them like a mountain.
No one wanted to speak first.
No one wanted responsibility.
Fear of the unknown weighed heavily on them.
Then—
A man stood up.
Wang Zhong.
His expression was cold, steady, and resolute.
"I'll go."
His voice was firm.
"If you want a representative for the Wang Clan… I will take that position."
The moment he spoke—
The tension in the group broke.
Relief washed over the faces of the clan members.
As if they had been released from a suffocating pressure.
At that moment—
An elder stepped forward.
Wang Gao.
A Nirvana Shatter Stage cultivator—fourth stage peak of Nirvana.
He looked at Wang Zhong with deep, evaluating eyes.
"…Then it is decided."
But within his mind, another thought surfaced.
This young man… is indeed suitable.
Even if he is only at Nirvana Cleansing Stage—the weakest among them…
His will surpasses all of ours combined.
A faint, approving chuckle echoed in his thoughts.
Interesting… very interesting.
The clan members slowly stood up.
Their eyes were all fixed on Wang Zhong now.
Wang Zhong met their gazes calmly.
"…Although we are not close to one another…"
"…we are still the Wang Clan."
His voice carried strength.
"We will not surrender."
"We will fight until the end."
"Don't worry. I will do everything I can."
His words were simple—
But they carried conviction.
The Wang Clan members looked at him with hope returning to their eyes.
Trust.
Belief.
Even Elder Wang Gao narrowed his eyes slightly, then allowed a faint smile.
This kid… is truly interesting.
And so—
Within the vast gathering of countless races and clans—
The Wang Clan had chosen their representative.
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Present—
Tian Shu was still observing.
His gaze remained indifferent.
Cold.
Unmoved.
Then—
In an instant—
A terrifying pressure descended.
Without warning—
Gravity itself twisted.
Wang Zhong's body suddenly froze.
He couldn't move.
His bones trembled violently under the crushing force.
"Ugh—!"
A mouthful of blood burst from his lips.
The sudden change shocked everyone.
Tian Shu spoke coldly—
"Move aside."
His voice carried absolute authority.
The race leaders and clan leaders immediately stepped back—
Left and right—
Creating a path.
Wang Zhong stood alone in the center.
All eyes fell on him.
Shock.
Confusion.
Fear.
Then—
Tian Shu's gaze locked onto him.
"I never thought…"
"…that the trash Wang Clan would dare appear here."
"How bold of you."
His voice turned colder.
The pressure intensified.
Boom—
The ground beneath Wang Zhong collapsed.
A massive crater formed instantly.
His body sank as the weight crushed him downward.
"Ah—!"
Blood spilled again as his body trembled under the overwhelming force.
Then—
With a mere thought—
Tian Shu raised his hand slightly.
Wang Zhong's body was lifted from the shattered ground—
Pulled through the air like a puppet.
In the next instant—
He was in front of Tian Shu.
A hand closed around his neck.
Tight.
Unyielding.
Wang Zhong's feet dangled in the air.
His breathing was cut off.
The entire assembly fell into dead silence.
No one dared to interfere.
No one dared to speak.
Because at that moment—
They all understood—
Before Tian Shu…
Life and death meant nothing.
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Then—
Tian Shu released his grip.
Wang Zhong's body dropped like a broken puppet—
Boom!
He slammed into the ground.
Cracks spread beneath him.
Bones shattered.
Blood pooled beneath him.
His Dao foundation trembled violently.
---
Tian Shu stepped into the sky.
"Everyone…"
"This man… is from the Wang Clan."
"The clan that brought disaster to this planet."
Shock turned into rage.
Hatred spread instantly.
---
Space twisted—
The entire Wang Clan appeared.
They were forced to their knees.
Blood spilled from their mouths.
They couldn't move.
---
Tian Shu looked down coldly.
"How trash…"
"How shameful…"
"You dare appear before me?"
I won't let you die easily…
---
"This trash clan…"
"…is the reason my brothers… and my friend Zhao died."
---
"Kill them!"
"They deserve death!"
"Destroy the Wang Clan!"
Voices erupted.
Killing intent filled the sky.
Some remained silent.
Some watched with pity.
But none stepped forward.
---
Tian Shu raised his hand.
Silence.
"A mere Dao Fusion…"
"And Nirvana…"
"You are worse than ants."
"You are irrelevant."
---
He flicked two fingers.
Crack—
Crack—
Crack—
All Wang Clan Dao foundations—
Shattered.
Their cultivation—
Gone.
They became mortals.
---
Despair erupted.
"No—!"
"My power!"
"It's gone—!"
Some cried.
Some collapsed.
Some stared blankly.
---
Among them—
Wang Shuang.
The strongest remaining member of the Wang Clan.
Dao Fusion Perfected Stage.
Now— a mere Mortal.
His body trembled.
Not from pain—
But from despair.
---
He slowly raised his head.
His eyes were filled with pain…
Disbelief…
And something deeper—
A burning hatred.
Then—
In a hoarse, trembling voice, he spoke while staring directly at Tian Shu—
"...Is this really… the fate of my clan?"
His voice cracked—
But did not break.
---
Silence answered him.
The heavens gave no reply.
---
His fists clenched.
Blood dripped from his palms.
Yet his gaze never left Tian Shu.
---
Then—
A deeper voice echoed within his heart—
Even if I am reborn…
Even if there is another chance…
This hatred…
I will never forget it.
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His eyes grew still.
Cold.
Like a flame buried beneath ashes.
---
Around him—
His clan members cried, begged, and despaired.
But Wang Shuang no longer looked at them.
His eyes were fixed only on one figure—
Tian Shu.
---
Above—
Tian Shu stood unmoved.
Cold.
Indifferent.
Like a god beyond judgment.
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And at that moment—
Everyone understood—
Before Tian Shu—
Clans could fall.
Fates could be erased.
And lives…
Could be reduced to nothing—
With a single thought.
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The Wang Clan—
Had fallen.
Completely.
Irreversibly.
And no one—
Dared to stand against it.