Thick, pitch-black Fiend mist blanketed the heavens. The entire Fiend Domain lay in eternal darkness, never having seen sunlight, its atmosphere forever so eerie.
Atop an unnamed mountain, Dongfang Qintai gazed impassively at Ancestor of the Extraterritorial, Zhuang Yu, kneeling before him. Not a ripple of emotion stirred in his eyes.
Zhuang Yu kept his head lowered, a sharp gleam flickering in his eyes.
He knew he had chosen the right path. What came next was to demonstrate his own value.
Yet he did not speak immediately. Instead, he raised his head somewhat fearfully and looked toward the imposing Dongfang Qintai.
"My lord, before answering your question, this lowly one dares to ask you something. I hope you will grant my request."
"Oh?"
Dongfang Qintai narrowed his eyes. "You truly know how to push your luck. Self-interest taken to the extreme—no wonder you willingly underwent Pure Yang transformation and endured who knew how many years of hardship."
"This lowly one would not dare!" Zhuang Yu hurriedly lowered his head, but Dongfang Qintai cut him off.
"Enough! You have already spoken, so what is there not to dare? Your temperament suits my taste quite well. Very good."
A smile appeared on Dongfang Qintai's stern face. Tools came in good and bad varieties; as long as he could maintain Absolute Control over them, that was enough.
Dongfang Qintai was quite confident in this. His formidable realm was his safety net.
"What do you wish to know?"
At last, Dongfang Qintai asked blandly.
A brilliant light flashed through Zhuang Yu's eyes as he raised his head again. "My lord, this lowly one wishes to know what realm your true self has reached. Will this lowly one have the chance to be of the greatest use in your hands?"
"Hahaha..."
Dongfang Qintai laughed. "As