The underground research institute kept cracking apart. The white-haired old man watched in shock. He knew that once Emperor Venerable had begun to crack, it had already surpassed its limits and could no longer hold on. Aside from Shang Huang, he understood Emperor Venerable better than anyone.
Hong Nian clenched his fists and watched excitedly. He had bet correctly. Surrendering to these people had been the right choice.
"Your Majesty, give it up," the white-haired old man said. His voice reached Shang Huang inside Emperor Venerable. Shang Huang was overcome with grief and spat out a mouthful of blood. As the cracks grew larger, he had no choice but to roar, "I've lost. Tell me what you want."
Darkness shrouded the Infinite Empire, bringing the imperial capital the despair of doomsday.
In the eyes of countless people in the Infinite Empire, Lu Yin was like a god. He was a god who could force Emperor Venerable to its knees.
Hearing Shang Huang concede, Lu Yin clasped his hands behind his back. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Lu Yin, Dao Lord of the Heavenly Sect in Primeval Space. From now on, the Infinite Empire will answer to me."
Shang Huang's expression was as ugly as could be, but he didn't object.
In truth, as they continually conquered parallel space-times, they had known that one day they would encounter an unimaginably powerful foe. But what could they do? The Infinite Empire needed resources. If they didn't do this, they wouldn't have any, and without resources, they couldn't even sustain their internal consumption.
It was a vicious cycle, and its end was destruction.
But they had also held onto a sliver of hope: perhaps they wouldn't encounter a civilization capable of destroying them. Even if they did, perhaps it wouldn't happen in