The middle-aged Saint's methods appeared quite gentle.
But Ye Tian had no intention of following his approach.
Those powerhouses born from the Myriad Realms Universe, who had achieved such things even with the Source of the Universe missing, could never possibly submit to this.
Each and every one of them was incomparably arrogant and proud, possessing towering pride.
Naturally, they could not possibly accept arrangements so easily.
If that middle-aged Saint had not merely left behind an imprint here, Ye Tian would not have let him off so lightly.
Likewise, most of those who came later and shared Ye Tian's thoughts would be much the same.
They were already Saints. Saints did as they pleased—how could they allow others to arrange their lives at will?
Without even a shred of autonomy, they would be like prisoners in the cage of heaven and earth. It was simply laughable.
But since it had already happened, even Ye Tian had to wait for this opportunity before he could pursue it and have hope of leaving.
Since the other party wished to resist, Ye Tian had nothing to fear and no reason to retreat.
His gaze blazed, his divine might surged, and he drew upon supreme power of laws, gathering it in an instant. It was utterly terrifying.
For that brief moment, he seemed invincible.
Even the burly man, who possessed strength at Saint's threshold, sensed the incomparably horrifying power within it.
It was too terrifying.
Far too horrifying.
This might actually gave him the sensation of facing the entire primordial void once again.
It was as though he had returned to the days below Sainthood, when he faced the Heavenly Blade.
That feeling seemed to strip him from the Great Dao once more.
A trace of shock flashed through the burly man's expression,