"Yang... Dominator Yang..."
Butler 001 forced out a smile uglier than a grimace and approached cautiously.
He no longer dared call Yang Yu "fellow cultivator."
What a joke. Yang Yu had wiped out more than a dozen Eighth Step Old Freaks, then destroyed the Backup Plans they had left in the River of Ages. Call someone like that "fellow cultivator"?
He might as well ask to die.
Besides, he wasn't worried about retaliation from the other two factions.
What a joke.
Neither faction had a True God. Why would they dare seek revenge against Dominator Yang, who was practically invincible?
"Oh, it's you."
Yang Yu glanced at him. "It's done. Let's head back."
"Right away!"
Butler 001 nodded repeatedly and hurriedly pulled a palm-sized silver shuttle from his robes.
He tossed it into the Void and muttered an incantation.
The shuttle swelled in the wind, becoming a magnificent Star Ship ten thousand li long in the blink of an eye.
Its hull was forged entirely from unknown silver Divine Metal and covered in intricate formation patterns. It was clearly no ordinary vessel.
"Dominator, please."
Butler 001 bowed and gestured for him to board.
Yang Yu didn't stand on ceremony. He stepped aboard.
Butler 001 followed close behind, his nerves still on edge.
He stole a look at Yang Yu's back. The longer he looked, the more alarmed he grew.
The aura around Yang Yu was strange.
If Yang Yu was at the Eighth Step, why did his pressure far surpass that of an ordinary Return to One Realm cultivator? It was even more terrifying than that of the Half-gods Butler 001 had seen.
But if Yang Yu wasn't, why did he lack the Dao Resonance of a Half-god whose being had merged with the rules of Hongmeng?
*What incredible opportunity