Space shifted. When the group appeared again, they stood outside the second Dao realm, the Brahma Heaven Dao Realm.
What followed was simple and tedious.
The Qianyuan Dao Realm had already set an example, and Zhou Ming could shatter formations with overwhelming, almost absurd ease.
The remaining nine Dao realms barely put up any resistance.
When the World-Protecting Formation was shattered by a single tap of his finger, Fan Kong, lord of the Brahma Heaven Dao Realm, did not even wait for Zhou Ming to speak. He opened the realm gate himself, led his people out to greet Zhou Ming, and knelt to surrender.
You Xuan of the Netherworld Dao Realm, Xue Ku of the Blood Sea Dao Realm...
One by one, the realm lords who had once dominated the Flowing Light Domain, whose slightest move could shake countless worlds,
chose the wisest—and only—way to survive before Zhou Ming's absolute power as a Great Luo True Lord.
Surrender.
The Ten Great Dao Realms, which had ruled the Flowing Light Domain from on high for countless epochs, had all fallen into Zhou Ming's hands.
If word got out, the entire Divine Luo Domain would be shaken.
Yet Zhou Ming, the man responsible for it all, remained utterly calm.
To him, this was merely taking back what should have been his all along.
The Qianyuan Dao Realm, the Realm Lord Divine Hall.
The hall had been completely cleared and had become Zhou Ming's new temporary residence.
He sat on the throne that had once belonged to Gan Tian.
Liu Yuan, Cang Yu, and the newly surrendered lords of the Ten Great Dao Realms stood respectfully below him.
The hall was so quiet that a falling needle could have been heard.
The ten realm lords were filled with unease.
They did not know