As soon as the words fell, the entire starry sky went deathly silent.
No one dared to speak. Even their breathing was suppressed to the faintest level.
A million cultivators lay prostrate on the cold starship deck, their backs already soaked in cold sweat.
It was terrifying.
That scene just now had nearly ground the Dao Hearts they had cultivated their entire lives into the dirt.
That had been a True God's envoy!
That had been Tianjizi, the infamous Quasi-God of the ancient era!
He had descended bearing True God Will, a terrifying existence who could erase over a dozen Eighth Step powers with a single sentence.
And what happened?
Before the Abyss Sovereign, he had not even lasted one move.
Yang Yu had grabbed him by the throat, crushed the True God Will, then put an unknown black-gold collar around his neck.
Even more outrageous, he had thrown him into the logistics Mining Area to mine.
Twenty thousand tons a day.
No completion, no food.
A dignified Ancient Quasi-God had become an Abyss slave laborer in the blink of an eye?
Just what kind of terrifying organization was this Abyss?
The Supreme Ancestor of the Yellow Springs Demon Sect lay at the very front, his aged face pressed against the deck while monstrous waves churned within his heart.
He had lived for six million Eras. What storms had he not seen?
But what happened today had completely shattered everything he knew.
"A True God..."
"A True God actually sent down its Will in person to target him?"
The Supreme Ancestor's thoughts raced.
The True Gods of the Primordial Land had always stood high above all else, never caring whether the Lower Realm lived or died.
Unless something capable of threatening them had appeared.
The Abyss Sovereign had become a