The Demise of Two Sects

"Heaven bless our Extreme Aperture Sect! With this divine art, our Sect's rise is within reach! No! The entire body-cultivation lineage of the Northern Lands is saved!"

They had thought surrendering to the Yang Clan was merely clinging to life in helplessness, that their Sect would fall into vassalage from then on and never see the day it could lift its head again.

But who could have imagined that what awaited them was not suppression and enslavement, but a peerless opportunity enough to let the entire Sect shed its mortal bones and be reborn?

At this moment, the pride of the Extreme Sect, the dignity of mighty Spirit Transformation experts—all of it was flung beyond the ninth cloud.

Thud!

Feng Wuhen and Shi Potian exchanged a glance, then without the slightest hesitation dropped to both knees and performed the highest-form kowtow of the Cultivation World toward Zhou Xuan, who sat in the seat of honor.

"Many thanks, my lord, for the grace of bestowing this method! From this day forth, we are willing to die in your service. Mountains of blades, seas of fire—ten thousand deaths, and we will not refuse!"

Seeing that even their own Old Ancestors had knelt, Zhao Ji and the Extreme Aperture Sect Master knocked their heads against the floor with loud bangs, wishing they could embed their foreheads into the tiles to prove their loyalty.

At this point, the most core high-end combat forces of the Northern Lands had completely given their hearts to Zhou Xuan under his blend of grace and might.

Looking at the four top experts prostrated below, Zhou Xuan's eyes remained calm.

All of this had been within his plan.

Just then, a sudden change erupted!

Inside the secret chamber, the expressions of the three mighty Spirit Transformation experts—Yang Wudi, Feng