Yin Long watched that ray of light. At this moment, he had already attained the upper realm. All he needed to do now was release his aura, and a Dao name would descend into the Origin Void.
Yet he did not choose to do so.
He still remembered the conversation he had once had with the old sect master. Only by gaining sufficient power could one change all of that.
And at this moment, he had obtained that power.
Thus, before fulfilling his own ideals, he had no intention of making contact with the great powers of the Origin Void's Upper Layer, nor did he wish for any Upper Layer rules to interfere with him. As this thought arose, the light before him gradually withdrew. Once it had completely faded, he turned a solemn gaze upon the new Offering Realm.
Since the original Offering Realm had been destroyed, the people of Offering Realm had named this place Offering Realm anew. Life here was relatively sparse, with no living people to speak of, and supernatural power was scattered only in fragments. Thus, once the people of Offering Realm entered this place, they smoothly gained a foothold.
The various sects each divided up territories across the Earth Continent and the void. Though many cultivators had perished in the battle against Origin Xia, their overall numbers had not been greatly reduced. In barely more than a century, they had recovered their former state, and the place looked even more prosperous than before.
Yin Long looked toward the sky. In a place unseen by others, a wisp of Clear Vault Aura hung above, nourishing the living beings of the entire world domain while protecting them from the ravages of tribulation power.
No matter how unwilling the upper echelons of Offering Realm's sects had once