"Enough!"
At his words, Zhuang Yu finally stopped, his heart surging with incomparable excitement.
"Th-thank you, Master!"
Zhuang Yu prostrated himself deeply, immediately slipping into his role.
Dongfang Qintai waved a hand. "Still call me my lord. Remember this: there is only one person you and I serve—the Eastern Family's eldest legitimate son, Dongfang Lingyun. He is your and my master, the future helmsman of the Immortal Clan."
"Yes, my lord. This lowly one remembers!"
Zhuang Yu promptly answered, his eyes shining brightly as though he had glimpsed the broad road to the heavens before him.
"I will keep your Pure Yang Core for now. When I descend again, I will fish it out from a corner of the River of Time, plant a slave mark within it, and from then on, you need only serve Young Master Lingyun wholeheartedly. Whatever you desire, you shall have."
Hearing Dongfang Qintai's words, Zhuang Yu raised his head excitedly. "My lord, are you planning to have your true body descend?"
Dongfang Qintai looked at Zhuang Yu as though he were an idiot.
"What are you thinking? Have my true body descend? Do you take the will of the Azure Cloud Realm for mere decoration?"
Breaking through came at a price. The Azure Cloud Realm had once been suppressed by the Upper Realm. The Heavenly Dao had sealed off the Azure Cloud Realm, while the Azure Cloud Realm's will protected itself as well, refusing to permit powerful forces to enter.
Unless a native existence within the Azure Cloud Realm broke the realm barrier, one would need to sacrifice massive resources through a grand formation, stirring the will of the Heavenly Dao to break open the Azure Cloud Realm's protective will. The stronger the being descending, the greater the resources consumed. Even if the Immortal