When a person's strength became powerful to a certain degree, and difficult to control, morality became the only means of restraining him.
It was commonly known as "moral kidnapping."
For cultivators with status and position, it was effective in most cases.
Myriad Manifestations Palace and the Song Clan shared the same hatred for the enemy, forging the Borderlands into a single iron plate into which no needle could be thrust and no water could be splashed, impossible to divide and difficult to shake.
Until this moment, they finally began to lose their composure somewhat, especially those cultivation worlds without a Deity Transformation Supreme presiding over them.
If Myriad Manifestations Palace truly led tens of millions of cultivators on a northern expedition, against the vast majority of cultivation worlds, it would be crushing the decayed and pulling up the rotten.
This was the change and confidence a Deity Transformation Supreme had brought them.
That previous sermon had given these people an illusion, making them think that as long as they brought out the moral shackles called "All Living Beings Under Heaven," they could bind the other party.
But what was Grandmaster Xuanlei's response?
I am not human, so do not try to bind me with the moral shackles of the Human Race. The Human Race is also only a small part of All Living Beings Under Heaven, that is all. Do not think too highly of yourselves.
The will of Myriad Manifestations Palace is my will!
The moment these words came out, the expressions on everyone's faces could be called wonderfully varied.
The prerequisite for putting on moral shackles was that the other party had to be human.
Grandmaster Xuanlei was not "human." To be precise, he was only a magic artifact.
And the vast majority of the people present had