The Infinite Illusions All Dissipate

Dust Brahma Nation, Dark Prison.

"Master, another batch of inferior subjects has been delivered." An old man bowed respectfully, looking with some awe at the white-robed middle-aged man seated cross-legged on a warm stone bed before him.

Nearly all of Dust Brahma Nation's upper echelon feared this Lord.

It could not be helped—the Lord was a second-layer Universe God expert! Within Dust Brahma Nation, no one could resist him. Everyone could only obediently do as they were told.

"Oh?" The Dust Brahma Lord opened his eyes and said blandly, "This time, there should be enough to fill a bottle, right?"

"There is." The old man could not help but shudder.

"Then go take care of it." The Dust Brahma Lord said blandly.

"Yes..."