The Sith Race's Secret Weapon

The outskirts of the Sith Race territory.

"Many thanks to Daoist Monarch Beiming!"

"If not for Daoist Monarch Beiming, we would already be dead."

While sweeping through the Sith Race territory, Shen Ye and Ji Ning had casually rescued quite a few Emperors and Hegemons who had come to explore the Sith Race territory.

These Emperors and Hegemons were greatly shocked when they learned of Ji Ning's realm. A Dao Monarch could move through the perilous Sith Race territory as though walking on level ground; even calling him astonishingly talented felt like an understatement.

Faced with the flattery of the Emperors and Hegemons, Ji Ning felt rather awkward. Clearly, his master was much stronger.

But considering that the Sith Race might be watching from the shadows, he could only reluctantly accept their praise.

Just then, a pleasant voice drifted over from the distant end of time and space.

The Emperors and Hegemons noticed nothing, but Shen Ye and Ji Ning saw that lights suddenly flashed at the nine corners of the outskirts of the Sith Race territory. They connected into a spacetime formation, forming a dark vortex that swallowed Ji Ning and the others whole.

An endless expanse of space lay shrouded in white mist.

The Emperors who had suddenly been transferred here were somewhat panicked. Within the Sith Race territory, any change could prove fatal.

"Where is this?"

"Don't panic. We have Daoist Monarch Beiming."

However, when they looked toward Daoist Monarch Beiming, they discovered that he was looking questioningly at the previously silent Emperor.

"Ji Ning, you must still be carrying some resentment over your failed Dao-merger, right?" Shen Ye asked, raising his head.

"Yes." Ji Ning nodded.

"Then turn this place upside down," Shen Ye said.

"Yes, Master!" A sharp gleam flashed through Ji Ning's eyes.