Failure, Death

Failure, Death. Previously, when the forbidden zone had served as an Inner Scenery World, the forbidden zone creatures had fallen into slumber.

But now, they had not fallen asleep. Instead, they woke one by one, gazing at their sovereign with bewildered yet reverent eyes.

The Lord of the Abyss examined the Ruins, sensing that unprecedented mighty power.

This was an independent "domain," an independent "land." There were people within it, and its laws formed a system of their own.

He was no longer a solitary devourer. He was a god—the creator of this world, its ruler, its one and only god.

His ability to alter the rules was countless times stronger than it had been during the Tribulation Domain era.

He looked at the densely packed forbidden zone creatures and sensed a wondrous connection between himself and them.

It was neither that of master and servant nor ruler and subject, but a more fundamental bond—reciprocal nourishment.

When he grew strong, they grew strong; when they grew strong, he became even stronger.

It was mutual, symbiotic, and inseparable.

The Lord of the Abyss spoke calmly. "Yuan Yi."

As soon as the words fell, a voice sounded by his ear. "This subordinate is here!"

Yuan Yi.

His guard, with the combat power of a Mid-stage Heaven and Earth Great Venerable.

He had been a capable subordinate before being transformed into a living being.

He had slumbered in the forbidden zone for endless years, and had finally awakened.

The next instant, Yuan Yi appeared before him, dropping to one knee and lowering his head as he awaited orders. His cultivation had not changed; he still possessed the power of a Mid-stage Heaven and Earth Great Venerable. But his aura had changed—it was no longer the murky, chaotic aura of a forbidden zone creature,