"Damn it, I'll cultivate it."
Suddenly, Ye Lin's expression hardened. He had made up his mind—he would cultivate it. Without strength, one was nothing. As long as he became powerful enough, his words would be the only truth in this world.
Whoever had the bigger fist called the shots.
With that, Ye Lin began comprehending the incantations of the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art. In an instant, wisps of jet-black light began coiling around his body.
Meanwhile, screams rang out incessantly within his mind. Scene after scene played before Ye Lin's eyes like a film, each one depicting the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord devouring the myriad races.
Every scene was exceptionally brutal. If an ordinary mortal were to see them, a single glance would be enough to scare them to death.
Yet Ye Lin kept his eyes closed, utterly composed. Such things were still far from enough to disrupt his mind.
At the same time, torrents of memories began battering Ye Lin's divine soul. The process was incomparably perilous; one careless slip, and Ye Lin would fall into darkness.
If the Sect Master of Nameless Mountain and leader of the Dawn Alliance became a demon, news of it would shake the entire Eastern Continent. The Human Race would become the laughingstock of the myriad races.
While Ye Lin cultivated the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art, forces continued descending across the entire Eastern Continent.
Everything had both good and evil; where there was resistance, there was surrender. Race after race submitted to those transcendent factions, voluntarily clearing out vast portions of their territories for them to descend upon.
After gathering information, those transcendent factions finally learned of the Dawn Alliance's existence. Yet they dismissed it with utter contempt.
They had been perched too high for too long. To them, the Dawn Alliance was nothing more than