Over twenty Yin Spirits stood beside the president, their faces cold. All of them were from Secluded Heaven, and had long secretly sworn allegiance to Dark Sun. They gazed at Qi Yuan as if he were already dead.

"I never imagined we would have the fortune to witness the fall of such a peerless Great Venerable!"

Mere Venerables as they were, they were insignificant before a Great Venerable, let alone the masters of Dark Sun. Yet they weren’t afraid to mock Qi Yuan. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"After cultivating for so many years, your outlook is still this small. A bunch of petty nobodies, all of you," Qi Yuan said, trying to remind them of the concept of broad-mindedness. In the end, he stopped wasting words and shouted, "Come out and face your deaths!"

His voice rolled like thunder. The entire secret realm trembled, and even space seemed to wrinkle. The sound roared across the land, powerful enough to annihilate the people of an entire kingdom.

The Venerables turned pale, as the voice alone shook their spirits and agitated their divine spiritual energy. It felt as if they were facing a world-devouring demon!

Even the president’s expression changed. He didn’t expect the disparity in power to be this large! Perhaps the Blood-Clothed Sword God was not that far from the Mythic realm...

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!" shouted the president as a mechanical bird appeared above him. "You are indeed strong, but I have thirty-six pig slaves comparable to the Four Generals of the Lei Clan. Come forth!"

The earth shook violently. Cracks opened in the ground, and terrifying figures emerged one after another, their oppressive aura suffocating. A two-headed man holding a golden spear, his eyes were just empty sockets. He wore ancient armor so decayed it seemed to have endured a million years. A gigantic dragon-elephant roared, each hoof as large as a small mountain.

Qi Yuan's gaze turned cold as he memorized each puppet's appearance. They had once been Mythic warriors who resisted the Great Calamity. After death, they were reduced into puppets to wreak havoc upon the world. Once they fell again today, no one would remember them.

The president laughed arrogantly. "How about this? Is this enough to kill you?”

There were thirty-six of them, each as strong as a Step Six Great Venerable, operating based on base instinct. Facing all of them was the definition of a living nightmare. Even Mythics would have retreated. Moreover, the president had learned that even in the upper world, not every world possessed such power. These puppets alone could turn the world upside down.

"First, they are not pig slaves. Second, it's not enough. Lastly, I'm in a hurry. I've got to attend my own funeral feast. Hurry up," said Qi Yuan.

The self born from his Primordial Seed had died. If he didn't attend his own funeral feast, wouldn't that be a waste? Besides, he didn't even know whether anyone would attend his funeral.

"Madman!" The president sneered. Then, he roared, full of fanatic excitement, "Very well, I shall send you off to your burial. Come forth, Four Heaven-Conquering Generals!"

The generals had all been Mythic powerhouses in life, not far from becoming Yang Spirits. That was the only reason they could retain their power even after being reduced to puppets, making them Wind Thunder Valley’s greatest foundation.

Qi Yuan looked ahead. Ripples spread through space, as if a wall had been torn open into four windows, from which four powerful figures stepped out.

When Qi Yuan saw them, his gaze grew even colder. Two men and two women appeared, their robust bodies completely uncovered. Their skin was either bronze-like or white like satin, riddled with festering wounds. One long-haired man had a hole in his throat plugged with metal, yet blood still seemed to seep out. Another had a long, severed arm that was crudely stitched back with thread.

The president appeared almost mad with reverence, intoxicated by the thrill of commanding even Mythic beings as slaves.

With a crazed expression, he shoved his finger into the mouth of one Mythic puppet. "With four Mythics appearing, who in the Canglan World would refuse to bow down?!"

He probably saw himself as Mythic too, if not a god who ruled the world.

Qi Yuan snorted coldly. "Hmph!"

Divine spiritual energy erupted, and the entire secret realm was dragged into the void world.

Unfazed, the president cried madly, "Kill him!"

The thirty-six Great Venerables attacked Qi Yuan all at once. Over thirty Divine Domains unfolded simultaneously. Their combined pressure was so great that even Mythics would avoid their edge.

"So what if you killed the Four Generals of the Lei Clan? There are thirty-six here! One-sided battle like this is too boring," the president said nonchalantly.

Qi Yuan actually agreed with the man he wanted to kill. "It’s boring, indeed. Not for you, but for me."

Just then, the sword in his hand rang sharply.

"Divine Domain, open!" Qi Yuan shouted.

Over four thousand Nascent Souls within him resonated at once. Their Divine Domains expanded simultaneously, fusing into a miniature domain. Heaven and earth shook. The sky and earth transformed completely.

The president exclaimed, "What just happened?!"

As a Great Venerable, he knew well what Divine Domains were like, but this one defied his understanding. Wind, fire, thunder, lightning, plague, fertility, calamity...

Normally, a domain was the embryonic form of a single rule. A Great Venerable would usually control only one type, with each additional one doubling the advancement difficulty. In fact, even the most talented cultivator could control only one or two types.

The Blood-Clothed Sword God’s Divine Domain... How many types did it contain? Ten? A hundred? A thousand? It’s uncountable. How could a Great Venerable possess such a domain?!

Qi Yuan swung his sword. "You can give your domains to me."

With the miniature domain's blessing, his sword had become a domain blade. The domains of the thirty-six Great Venerables seemed to be pierced all at once, yet no clash followed. Instead, like a lurking beast in the dark, his domain devoured them all.

The president had never seen such a scene in his life. "What kind of monster are you?!"

Domain clashes were supposed to be direct destruction! No one had ever devoured domains?! Devouring domains with different attributes would normally shatter one's own domain!

And yet, that was exactly what Qi Yuan did. After all, his domain was the one that gave birth to all Dao: All Beings Are Me. Even if these puppets were not his people or Innate Souls, Qi Yuan could still assimilate and devour their domains.

He smiled coldly at the president. "I am them..."