Golden motes of light scattered through the Abyss Hall, quickly fading away bit by bit.
The entire hall was oppressively silent.
Dao Lord Guichen, Deadwood Heavenly Venerable, and Creation Dao Ancestor—these three Quasi-Gods who had once commanded the winds and clouds in their respective worlds—were all staring wide-eyed at Yang Yu.
For a moment, none of them could react.
What was that?
That was an imprint of the Primordial True God's will!
It was a mark left behind by a supreme existence standing at the pinnacle of countless worlds!
Let alone Quasi-Gods like them, even some weaker True Gods would have to treat that will with utmost respect and would not dare show the slightest neglect.
Yet what had their Dominator just done?
He had crushed that will outright!
"D-Dominator... you..."
Dao Lord Guichen's voice trembled. He felt as though his Dao Heart was about to become unstable.
This could no longer be described as merely audacious.
It was sheer madness!
This was a provocation carried out before everyone's eyes, a vicious slap across the Primordial True God's face!
"It was just a piece of trash short message. It was annoying to look at."
Yang Yu casually flicked his hand, as though he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.
But what he was really thinking was:
An imprint of will is, at most, a tool for delivering messages from afar. It contains less than one hundred-millionth of the original body's power. What is there to make such a fuss about?
And it wanted me to be its dog? What kind of brain does that thing have?
His gaze landed on another orb of light emanating Chaos Breath.
That was Yuanshi's will.
Seeing Yang Yu's expression, Dao Lord Guichen shuddered from head to toe and hurriedly tried to stop