Space shifted. When everyone reappeared, they had arrived outside the second Dao Realm, the Brahma Dao Realm.
What followed became simple and monotonous.
With the Heavenly Origin Dao Realm's fate as a warning, and Zhou Ming's utterly overwhelming, downright unreasonable method of breaking formations,
the remaining nine Dao Realms offered almost no meaningful resistance.
Fankong, lord of the Brahma Dao Realm, did not even wait for Zhou Ming to speak after his World-Protecting Grand Formation was shattered with a single finger. He opened the realm gate of his own accord, led his followers out to greet him, and knelt to surrender.
You Xuan of the Nether Dao Realm, Xue Ku of the Blood Sea Dao Realm...
These realm lords had once commanded the winds and clouds of the Flowing Light Domain, their slightest stamp of a foot enough to make countless worlds tremble.
Before Zhou Ming's absolute power at the Da Luo True Realm, they all chose the wisest—and only—path to survival.
Surrender.
The Ten Great Dao Realms, which had once stood high above all others and ruled the Flowing Light Domain for countless epochs, fell into Zhou Ming's hands without exception.
If word of this spread, it would be enough to shake the entire Divine Asura Domain.
Yet Zhou Ming, the man responsible for it all, remained as unruffled as an ancient well.
To him, this was merely taking back what should have belonged to him in the first place.
The Heavenly Origin Dao Realm, the World Lord Divine Hall.
The place had been completely cleared out and turned into Zhou Ming's new temporary residence.
He sat upon the throne that had originally belonged to Gantian.
Liu Yuan, Cang Yu, and the newly surrendered lords of the Ten Great Dao Realms stood respectfully below.
The entire hall was