That Is Fate-Worrying Is Useless!

Holy Land Thunder Mountain, an ancient grand hall.

"Shut up!"

Thunder Ancestor looked coldly at the golden-robed figure. The latter's heart trembled, and he immediately realized he had said the wrong thing!

"Ancestor, I, I..." The golden-robed figure was deeply uneasy, and the other eight monarchs did not dare make a sound either.

"Feng Xing, go to Wind Valley in Sky Pillar World. Either obtain a secret treasure from within Wind Valley and redeem your crimes through merit, or die in there!" Thunder Ancestor calmly ordered.

Feng Xing Monarch's heart trembled. None of the other eight monarchs dared plead for him. They could only obey the Ancestor's orders; not the slightest doubt was permitted.

"Yes, Ancestor."

Feng Xing Monarch accepted the order. To the lofty Thunder Ancestor, monarchs like them were merely subordinates, tools for gathering resources.

In every era, Thunder Ancestor would nurture a group of them. At the beginning of an era, he would still cherish his subordinates somewhat, but by the end of an era, their value would decline drastically.

The monarchs and the Ancestor could, at most, be said to take what they needed from each other. They obtained cultivation resources from the Ancestor and incurred enormous debts in the early stages, then gathered resources the Ancestor needed in the later stages.

Once a Source World entered its final phase and the resources in its treasure lands diminished, the value of monarchs like them would shrink.

"On the Origin Continent, as long as someone surpasses God King, you must show him respect."

Thunder Ancestor looked down upon them. Only God Emperor-level beings were peers he acknowledged. He would not even spare a glance for anyone below the God Emperor level.

"However, you need not worry." Thunder Ancestor said, "Under the conditions of the Origin Continent, Thunder