Entities that could dominate a vast star domain of the universe knelt in unison before Zhang Huan under the subjugation of the Divine Conversion Art.
That Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron was still suppressing the plaza of Shaking Light Sacred Land, manifesting divine miracles, completely unaware of any anomaly.
At this very moment, when no one knew, Shaking Light Sacred Land changed hands once again, falling into the hands of a cultivator whose true realm was only the Divine Spring.
The trio of the Ruthless Bloodline respectfully expressed their most sincere loyalty.
Looking at the three people before him, Zhang Huan gave a cold, mocking laugh.
The inheritors of the Ruthless Bloodline, subjugated by the secret arts of the Ruthless Emperor—no matter how one thought about it, it was somewhat ironic.
Yet this faction deserved it as well; a bunch of selfish people who haughtily viewed all things as livestock and wantonly plundered them.
In the end, they suffered the karmic retribution of their own making, which was fulfilled upon their very own heads.
Thinking back to that year, the scene of Zhang Huan seeing the Ruthless Bloodline for the first time really made it impossible for him to harbor any good impressions of them.
From this moment on, there would no longer be a Ruthless Bloodline; there would only be puppets controlled by Zhang Huan to govern Shaking Light Sacred Land, and these few people would squeeze out their final light and heat.
"Starting from today, the lot of you no longer need to self-seal, and you will personally go in my stead to govern Shaking Light."
Roughly calculated, the few old fellows still had two to three hundred years of lifespan left.
As a Supreme Dao force with vast estates, Shaking Light had accumulated no fewer Heavenly Materials