When Mu Lang spoke the word "immortal," his voice trembled slightly.
Before this, he had not known what kind of race the Immortal Clan was.
He had only seen the character for "immortal" in certain ancient ruins. It had given him a feeling of mystery, power, something beyond prying eyes—a taboo!
Yet he had never expected that immortal represented a race, the race that had created this world.
Thinking back, the events of the past three days still left him somewhat dazed.
He had originally sought out Qi Cong to discuss a deal, and the target of that deal had been the Thunder Abyss Starfield.
He had not dared to lay a hand on the Exiled Land.
Only after arriving in the Blood Domain had he realized how powerful it was, far beyond anything he could peer into.
He had barely escaped, yet he still wanted to try and seize control of the Exiled Land. Was there something wrong with his brain?
His appointment with Qi Cong had been three days ago. He had not been deliberately late; something unimaginable had happened to him.
He had seen the Immortal Clan.
He had witnessed the Immortal Clan's splendor, seen the Immortal Clan's experts, and understood his own insignificance.
Domain Lords? Before immortals, they were like ants.
According to the immortals, their world was nothing more than a toy they had casually created.
Only after enduring disaster after disaster could they finally enter the Immortal Clan's sights and, in the end, become servants of the Immortal Clan.
And he, Mu Lang, now had the chance to become an immortal's servant.
When Qi Cong heard the word "immortal," his expression also turned solemn.
He did not know of the Immortal Clan, but he knew that in this universe, there was a powerful weapon