Above the ruins of the crumbling grand hall, Killing Intent surged and an aura of destruction burst forth.
Jiao Yu'er knelt on the ground in submission.
This submission left him extremely surprised.
He had thought this noble lady would resist to the bitter end and refuse to yield even in death. He had not expected her to submit so easily. It was somewhat beyond his expectations.
Yet what she said afterward shocked him even more.
The so-called Eight Great Saint Clans actually held such a position.
Their status was somewhat awkward, even somewhat laughable.
Lu Xuanji said, "Is that really so?"
The artifact spirit said, "It's true. In the Flying Feather World, the Undead Race is the true ruler. As for the other cultivators, the only difference is between those qualified to be slaves and those not qualified to be slaves. Back then, why did my master, Lord of Death, suffer an attack from numerous powerful enemies and fall? It was because my master was unwilling to be a slave."
"My master wanted to ascend to the Immortal Realm, but how could that existence tolerate my master ascending? Thus, my master was ultimately destroyed!"
"Now that I have acknowledged you as my master, I hope you will avenge my master and wipe away his grievances. But looking at the situation before us, you have no choice... You're very dangerous. You don't even have the qualifications to be a slave!"
As he spoke, his divine sense communicated with him, sending over one spell formula after another. This was the method for refining the Immortal Artifact Bell of Death.
At the same time, streams of information came over, along with scene after scene.
That battle back then had been extraordinarily brutal. Although the Lord of Death had killed numerous powerful enemies, he