Boom!!!
With a deafening roar, the lightning of endless heavenly might shattered the two scrolls that resembled pillars supporting the sky.
The Fate Weaver Map had utterly disintegrated.
The space shattered, the supreme treasure shattered, and everyone and every ghost within it had arrived in the outside world.
"No!!!"
The Imperial Tutor roared furiously, his voice echoing towards the heavens. Unreconciled, yet utterly helpless.
He remained relatively calm, knowing he was no match for Wan Lei, Fang Xiaoyu, and the Lin Peng Master. He suppressed the urge to fight to the death and retreated.
Wan Lei looked at the surging masses below and finally smiled with ease.
"Beast Tamers, from this day forth, you are free."
"We thank the gods!"
Tens of thousands of people prostrated themselves in unison.
"Alright, your relatives and kin will soon be heading to the Ghost Realm. Time is short, so bid your farewells properly."
The ghosts floated in mid-air, and the battle ships were also suspended in the sky.
Members of several tribes piloted the battle ships, flying towards the souls in the sky at the fastest possible speed.
They were dense, a sea of souls.
All the souls accumulated by the Fate Weaver Map over thousands of years were now released.
However, those who found familiar faces were but a minority.
Most of the ghosts watched the souls reuniting with their loved ones with envious eyes.
"Father, I miss you."
A child reached out to embrace his father but grasped only air.
"Don't cry. Your father died honorably; he was a hero. When you grow up, you must become a warrior like your father and defend our tribe."
"Yes, Father, don't worry. I will definitely work hard. I'll eat meat every day and grow strong so I can fight enemies and protect the tribe in the future."
"Daha, when you get to the Ghost Realm, don't get separated from our tribesmen. We are still a family, and you must look out for each other. You've always been careless and slow-witted since you were young. If you were alone, you'd surely be bullied."
"Don't worry, Jueling. How could I be bullied? I'm the one who bullies others."
"If... if you see Jiahui on the other side, tell him that I will never marry anyone else. I will take care of his family, so he shouldn't worry about me."
"Grandpa, Grandpa, our Dengyan tribe has not had it easy these past few years."
"Alas, I know it all. It is thanks to you that the Dengyan tribe has survived to this day. Ge'er, live a few more years, don't die so soon, and continue our Dengyan tribe."
"All thanks to the divine beings."
"Yes, if not for these two divine beings, our Dengyan tribe would likely have been exterminated.
They saved you all outside, and in the Fate Weaver Space, they saved us dead souls.
The Dengyan tribe will forever remember the grace of the divine beings."
"My dear husband, you can go with peace of mind. I will raise our child, and when I die, I will find you on the other side."
"Don't talk nonsense. Live well. As long as you are well, I will have peace of mind in the Ghost Realm."
The ghosts with families and friends were saying their goodbyes, while those without them dispersed, looking at their former homes with tears streaming down their faces.
After another half an hour, these souls gradually began to become transparent.
They were about to enter the Ghost Realm.
All the souls, including those bidding farewell to their loved ones, stopped in their tracks and looked in one direction.
In their eyes, there was only gratitude, only thankfulness.
Gratitude for the two individuals who protected their tribesmen and freed them from their cage.
Their kindness was as profound as rebirth.
Hundreds of millions of souls bowed in unison in the sky.
Hundreds of thousands of Beast Tamers also knelt together, bowing towards the distance.
They all knew that on this day, two individuals, undeterred by hardship, unafraid of death, had poured out their all, risked everything, even deliberately falling into peril with a near-certain death, to draw down heavenly might and save them.
Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu spoke no words, merely watching them with smiles.
Hundreds of millions of souls were thus freed.
The Beast Tamers were no longer slaves.
"This does not conform to the rules. Souls in the living world cannot be seen without special means, and the time between a soul leaving the body and being guided into the Sea of Suffering does not exceed one minute."
On the small boat, Han Xiaoyu frowned as he looked at Han Xiaofeng.
"Here, my rules are the rules. I have to give them some time to say goodbye and reminisce, after all, it's not easy to meet once.
And by stuffing over a hundred million souls into the Ghost Realm at once, Wang Xiaohang will probably be overjoyed."
"Overjoyed? What use are these low-quality souls?
Besides, the Ghost Realm consolidates the souls of all deceased individuals from the infinite universe. Do they lack these hundreds of millions of people?"
"Oh dear, what a dilemma. What rewards should I give these two youngsters?"
Han Xiaofeng lay on the small boat, lazily flicking his fishing rod.
"She Yu and Xia Dayu only know how to give divine abilities. Let's give them some magical treasures. Defense cannot be given; what's the point if they can't be killed? Attack ones also cannot be given; it would be meaningless if they simply killed everyone directly.
What a quandary... Hmm, I have an idea."
Han Xiaofeng suddenly sat up, flicked his hand in the air, and a vast scroll appeared in mid-air.
When that scroll appeared, everyone stared at the sky in stunned silence, and the Beast Tamers felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
"Hahahaha, my Fate Weaver Map is back! I knew it; how could it have been shattered so easily? That is a supreme treasure bestowed by a divine being, hahaha."
The Imperial Tutor laughed wildly and lunged towards the sky.
"No wonder! I was wondering how this Zhong Ling Plane could condense a treasure of rules. It turns out it was gifted by an immortal."
Gouzi gritted his teeth.
"What do we do? We can't trigger heavenly tribulation again."
Wan Lei's brow furrowed as he looked at the scroll in the sky.
"Condense the power of all beings, form the Fate Weaver Map. This map, condensed from the blessings and gratitude of hundreds of millions of people, is radiant and mighty, filled with divine grace. Wan Lei saved them, so this map is bestowed upon Wan Lei."
The scroll suddenly rolled up in mid-air and flew towards Wan Lei's hands.
The Imperial Tutor stood there, dumbfounded.
"No!!!"
Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu were also startled, looking at the Fate Weaver Map, which had transformed into the appearance of an ordinary scroll. For a moment, they didn't know whether to accept it or not.
"This map is a high-level, complete version of the Fate Weaver Map, incomparable to the low-level imitation of the Qian Kingdom's Imperial Tutor. It possesses all the functions of a low-level Fate Weaver Map, and can also condense the power of all beings to pray for them. It is a true treasure of rules.
Wan Lei, this map has infinite mystical uses. Study it well upon your return."
Hearing this, Wan Lei took a deep breath and caught the Fate Weaver Map.
"Damn immortal, at least he did one useful thing."
Wan Lei played with the Fate Weaver Map in his hands and suddenly saw something else appear in the sky, drifting towards them.
It was a box, which quickly floated in front of Fang Xiaoyu.
"Is this... a reward for me?"
Fang Xiaoyu's eyes widened, full of anticipation, wondering what good thing was inside this box.