With effortless ease, Qiu Yan reversed the situation. He glanced at the few people drowning in chaotic thoughts and grinned. "All my objectives have been achieved this time, so I'll spare you."
"Spare us?!" The mysterious man struggled to raise his head and demanded, "I never thought there would be someone like you in this world. Do you dare leave behind your name?"
Qiu Yan looked over at him. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Judging by my abilities, you may call me a Heavenly Demon."
"A Heavenly Demon? Naming yourself after a demon? What arrogance! As expected, you are no good person!" The mysterious man ground his teeth, yet the worry in his heart eased. When he had seen the body Qiu Yan had condensed from corrupted Divine Power, he had been greatly shaken and wanted to discover his true origins—whether that was truly his appearance or a deliberate transformation. Now, he seemed to have his answer.
In the history of the Land of the Divine Remains, the word "demon" was often associated with rebellion, sin, and terror. No one would deliberately use it as a name, much less a figure of legend who would sully his own reputation.
"There is no need for any more needless words. I will depart first, but before I go, I must borrow a little more Blank Divine Power from you." Qiu Yan paid it no mind. He raised a hand and made a grasping motion. The mysterious man shuddered from head to toe; his flesh, blood, bones, and sinews trembled as a speck of Divine Power condensed and flew out, landing in Qiu Yan's hand. The man's presence immediately plummeted, and decay showed on his face. "How strange. Clearly not a Divine Body, yet he can wield Divine Power. I have