Qi Yuan swept his gaze over these Yin Spirits.
They remained quietly within their own cave dwellings, unaware of Qi Yuan's presence.
Many of them were uneasy, for they knew they would be selected to serve powerful figures.
These living beings had either been relocated by Realm Lords from various universes into the Universe Void Realm, or were descendants of those relocated there.
In Myriad Transformations Mountain, they were servants, but in the realms outside, they were heavenly gods.
As heavenly gods, they cut imposing figures and enjoyed inexhaustible wealth and glory.
Yet... for many cultivators, remaining on Myriad Transformations Mountain to serve Realm Lords was the true opportunity.
The Mortal Domain had sparse immortal qi and few opportunities. Cultivation was difficult to advance there, and eventually came the day of aging, decline, and ruin.
Myriad Transformations Mountain was rich in immortal qi. By working for Realm Lords, there was always a chance to obtain all sorts of resources.
If they became a Realm Lord's trusted confidants, would boundless wealth and glory not come rolling right in?
"These ones."
With a casual wave, Qi Yuan selected ten thousand Yin Spirits.
Among them were quite a few at the first layer of the Yang Spirit Realm.
Naturally, those at the first layer of the Yang Spirit Realm would serve as overseers.
A few breaths later, fifteen Yang Spirits stood before Qi Yuan. Even with their cultivation, they could not help feeling uneasy.
At their head was a three-legged man. In the Mortal Domain, people called him Ten Thousand Legs Old Ancestor; in Myriad Transformations Mountain, he called himself Zhao SanTui.
"Greetings, Realm Lord!"
Without the slightest hesitation or shred of dignity, Zhao SanTui immediately moved to kneel.
The other fourteen Yang Spirits looked at one another.
They had only offered a