Wang Xuan walked through the frozen world, faint ripples spreading through the void beneath his feet as though he were treading on a still lake.
Eighteen Ancestor Lords and several hundred monarchs had all become white-bone statues suspended in midair. Even their soul flames had ceased to flicker.
He looked up at the Nine Heavens Ancestor Lord. Its bone fist remained three feet from him, the savagery on its skeletal face frozen solid by time.
"Eighteen Ancestor Gods."
"Nearly all of Death World's peak forces are here in plain sight."
He circled halfway around the Nine Heavens Ancestor Lord and lightly tapped its shoulder. Bone dust rustled down.
The soul flame within this Ancestor Lord had already solidified, like dark-red amber embedded deep within its skull, devoid of the slightest trace of life.
Wang Xuan did not attack immediately. Instead, he released his Divine Sense and swept through this world once more. Under the Void-Piercing Heavenly Eye, folded spaces, temporal creases, and the depths underground held no more secrets.
Other than these eighteen Ancestor Lords, there truly were no more hidden enemies.
"The backbone of an entire world, deployed in full force," he murmured. "At least that saves me the trouble of hunting them down one by one."
As for whether Death World still concealed older monsters, or ancient beings slumbering in unknown corners, he could not be bothered to consider it.
At this level of disparity, numbers were meaningless. Hiding was meaningless too.
If he encountered them, they would merely add another scoop of water to his Sea of Potential.
Wang Xuan had no intention of holding back any longer.
He walked between the skeletal reliefs, tapping repeatedly with his fingertips. The pearly divine light of Sage Thief spread along with his steps. With time frozen, the eighteen Ancestor