Now, even if a Celestial Immortal came, they would have to kneel.
"Sword Domain, open."
Ye Lin gave a soft shout. A pitch-black space spread outward from him, instantly enclosing the old man within.
"A domain? Do you think this old man has no domain? Fire God Domain, open."
The old man snorted coldly, his tone brimming with disdain. Centered on himself, a fiery-red domain of flames fiercely contended against Ye Lin's domain, seemingly intent on bursting Ye Lin's domain apart from the inside out.
The two domains clashed against each other, and the surrounding space let out groans of unbearable strain.
"Time Stop."
Standing high in the air and looking down at the old man below, Ye Lin calmly spoke two words. Time all around seemed to come to a halt.
"I decree that all who enter my domain shall become mortal."
Ye Lin pointed at the old man. With this move, he wanted time to rewind directly to the old man's childhood, stripping away all of the old man's cultivation.
Within his own domain, he was heaven and earth itself, capable of making Words Become Law. Yet the power behind Words Become Law came from the imprints of the myriad Daos. Whatever imprints one possessed determined what power one could draw upon. For instance, Ye Lin possessed an imprint of the Dao of Time, allowing him to borrow the power of the River of Time and manipulate time.
Unfortunately, cracks appeared around Ye Lin's domain in the very next moment, as though it were about to shatter.
"Little brat, the power of time. You are quite a monster, to actually be able to touch the power of time. What a pity—your strength is still insufficient. With strength like yours, you dare dream of stripping this old man of