The descent of the Subordinate Gods

"Boom!!"

A streak of rainbow light swept across the sky.

Yin Ming's elementalized body passed through the glass window and appeared directly inside the castle study.

Seeing the approaching streak of light, the Dark Dragon rose to brew a pot of tea. Before it could do so, however, Yin Ming had already appeared before it.

He had become even faster!!

Moving quickly through the void only required enough nerve. Speed in a material plane was what truly counted.

The Dark Dragon felt inexplicably guilty. After all, Yin Ming had provided both the sacrificial race and the overarching cultivation method, yet it had failed to establish a foothold within the Divine Kingdom. It was like having food delivered straight into its mouth and still failing to swallow.

After a pause, it said, "In just half a year, my lord's aura has grown deeper, your might more restrained. You have become increasingly unfathomable."

Previously, when Yin Ming released his Yin Spirit, the aura he displayed had been comparable to that of a Fourth-Ring wizard. Now, it rivaled that of a Fifth- or Sixth-Ring wizard.

However, the Undying Xuanming God's Seventh-Ring Tier strength had not changed in the slightest. Thus, Yin Ming's upper limit had not actually risen; he had merely raised his own tier to fill the gaps.

His means of protecting his cultivation always stood one tier above his own strength, relying on an External Core, a Divine Artifact, or an Inner God.

His cultivation of his own foundations was a complete mess. He used the perspective of a higher realm to work backward and patch the gaps in his tier.

Since he had never expected to wield particularly great strength through conventional means, he had felt little urgency about developing Seal Formulas.

Yin Ming scrutinized the Dark Dragon. Its sudden