Shrouding the Heavens: The Years of Being the Empress's Strictest Master

Ancient ships had changed hands time and again, carrying countless waves of people over the ages.

He had never thought of himself as particularly noble or great.

The strong devouring the weak had always been the main theme of this world. In his previous life, the countless members of the Human Race had revered him as the Human Emperor.

Setting aside the uniqueness of the Human King Body, he himself had needs as well. That was why he had accepted that karma. Since he had taken that "position," he naturally had to offer protection—but only to the Human Race.

"Get lost."

With a flick of Old Ape's finger, every cultivator aboard the ship suffered a heavy blow. Crying out miserably, they were sent flying beyond the Sea of Bitterness, their destinations unknown as they fell somewhere in the mythical region.

"Tsk, tsk. The people on that ship were truly cursed with terrible luck..."

"They got off easy. If it were me, I'd slaughter every cultivator aboard and leave none alive. Cut the weeds and pull out the roots."

"Hehe, do you think that old ape has really changed his nature? Didn't he say it himself? It wasn't suitable for him to incur blood karma on this journey. I'd wager he came here to make a major move..."

The sight made the eyelids of cultivators scattered across the sea twitch as chills ran through their hearts.

That was a Great Saint and more than a dozen Saint Kings. Yet he had tossed them away whenever he pleased, handling them as easily as lifting a hand. This Six-Eared Macaque was indeed monstrously fierce and incomparably domineering!

As for that young man whom he treated as an equal, everyone's estimation of him quietly rose.

Where they stood,

After finishing all that, Old Ape