No Choice

Myriad Phenomena Palace stood at the center of the Divine Land Domain. The palace itself was not particularly grand—one could even call it somewhat desolate—which seemed rather unbecoming of the Myriad Forms Sacred Ancestor's status. Yet all of the Primordial World knew that the Myriad Forms Sacred Ancestor was devoted to cultivation. He had taken in only nine personal disciples and had no interest in recruiting followers or expanding his influence.

Thus, Myriad Phenomena Palace occupied little land. Compared to the other eighteen Boundless Saints of the Divine Land Domain, it appeared rather shabby.

That day.

Boom—!

With a deafening crash, Myriad Phenomena Palace's mountain-protecting formation was split apart by a gray axe light, like ripples on water being cleaved in two, revealing the ancient main hall behind it.

Zhang Shuai stepped through the gap in the formation and landed on the plaza before Myriad Phenomena Palace's main hall.

He gripped the Heaven-Opening Axe, his gaze icy as killing intent swirled around him. His immense Divine Sense spread like spilled mercury, instantly covering every inch of Myriad Phenomena Palace.

Soon, he frowned. The entire Myriad Phenomena Palace was completely empty.

"Did they all run away?"

He had come to uproot and utterly destroy the saintly strongholds in the Divine Land Domain that had once participated in the siege against him, eliminating all future trouble.

However, as he looked at the deserted Myriad Phenomena Palace, he could not help recalling how the Myriad Forms Sacred Ancestor had spared him once in Primordial World-Severing Valley. Yunya, Wanxiang's disciple, had also once shown him kindness. Though Yunya had later plotted against him and been slain by Zhang Shuai in his rage.

But Yunya truly had shown him kindness. Back then, he had bought Zhang Shuai precious time to grow. Without that, Zhang Shuai