Butler 001 stood outside the door.
He watched the heavy Bronze Gate slam shut, sealing away that ancient True God Pressure.
His taut nerves finally relaxed. He raised a white-gloved hand and wiped his forehead.
His fingertips came away cold and slick with sweat.
The memory of Yang Yu blasting several hundred Eighth Step Old Freaks at once, pointing at their noses and calling them worthless, made Butler 001's mouth twitch uncontrollably.
He had lived through countless Eras and seen his share of madmen, but a Seventh Step cultivator who dared lecture Eighth Step experts like naughty grandchildren? Yang Yu was the first.
I hope Boss Yang reins it in a little once he's inside...
Butler 001 prayed silently.
This was a True God Secret Realm. The rules and monsters buried inside might be even less reasonable than those old fellows outside.
If Yang Yu stayed that arrogant, he might die without ever knowing what hit him.
On the other side of the Bronze Gate, Yang Yu felt his feet sink, as though he had passed through an impossibly viscous membrane.
The absolute darkness around him receded like a tide. When his vision returned, he found himself standing on a vast, boundless continent.
There was no sky above it.
A thick dome of gray-white laws hung overhead.
Countless broken Rule Chains hung high above like enormous blood vessels, radiating ancient light.
An unbroken range of mountains stretched across the distant horizon.
Every mountain was piled from solidified Law Fragments.
Black fire burned on some.
Golden liquid flowed through others.
Still others were covered in densely packed eyes.
Those eyes had no pupils. They simply watched the continent in silence.
Yang Yu looked away, slipped his hands into his pockets, and glanced down.
He lifted his right foot and tapped