An Ancestor King stood high above the mortal world, looking down on all below. His gaze cut like a blade, carrying a saint's will. It made everyone feel as though their bodies were being sliced apart, ready to burst at any moment.
Even without attacking through Divine Sense or magic power, a saint could kill with a glance. This was the crushing difference between levels of life. A saint's concentrated will could pierce the Firmament.
Compared with the body and Primordial Spirit, will was a more abstract and elusive power, without physical form.
Lower-level cultivators could not wield the power of will deliberately. Most of the time, it showed only in the strength of their resolve. To higher-level cultivators, though, that seemingly intangible will was something they could truly touch.
It was not especially prominent in the Shrouding the Heavens World. Some worlds even had relatively complete systems built around will.
"This is the former site of Shaking Light Holy Land. Who can come here and who can't—do they need your permission?" Ye Fan faced Ancestor King Huo Tan with perfect composure.
"Exactly. Are you in charge of Shaking Light Holy Land now? Why don't we take you to Saint Lord Qin and ask him to make you the Shaking Light Holy Lord?" Black Emperor snorted, brazen with a powerful backer behind him.
"You old bastard. Becoming a saint has made you awfully full of yourself, but you've picked the wrong people to throw your weight around. You're just an Ancestor King. What's there to be so proud of?" Dragon Horse was even less polite.
Duan De glanced from side to side, then clasped his hands behind his back and said nothing, posing as an expert. His three underlings had already said everything on his mind.
*Let my lackeys handle