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The Blood Evil Clan of the White Dragon Continent, along with all native inhabitants who had colluded with them, had been suppressed.

Whether they were members of the Pagoda Ancient Clan or Mandala, all of them loathed the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan.

Mandala hated them most of all.

After all, this was considered an era of peace. The Pagoda Ancient Clan's experts might not necessarily have fought the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan before.

But Mandala had been driven to the ruin of her family by the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan.

After the Ancient Heavenly Palace fell, she was attacked by Lu Huan.

She had escaped only through a clone and gone on to establish the Greatlaw Domain, yet even then, she had still been cursed.

Now, Lu Huan had been slain by her, along with the entire "chain of events."

That Earthly Sovereign-level Blood Flood Dragon had ultimately been turned into a belt.

But Mandala had not forgotten even the slightest bit of suffering she had endured over the years.

Especially after severe interrogation revealed that Lu Huan had long since pledged allegiance to that Demon Emperor!

If Lu Huan had merely wanted to monopolize the Heavenly Emperor's opportunity, Mandala would have had nothing to say. But he had chosen to serve the Demon Emperor!

Naturally, Mandala loathed such a person to the extreme.

Originally, the members of the Pagoda Ancient Clan had considered whether they should screen and distinguish those who had absorbed the Blood Evil Clan's power.

After all, the Blood Evil Clan had ruled the Lower Plane for so long. These survivors had originally been nothing more than livestock kept in captivity.

Many things had been beyond their control.

But Mandala insisted that it was better to kill by mistake than let anyone go.

The Pagoda Ancient Clan all understood Mandala's importance at the young clan leader's side.

Naturally, they would not clash with her for the sake of a group of people from a Lower Plane.

Anyone bearing the aura of the Blood Evil Clan was slaughtered without exception.

She was an exquisitely beautiful young woman.

Her features were delicate, her skin fair as snow, and her graceful figure formed captivating curves beneath her white dress.

Her willow-leaf brows carried a hint of heroic spirit, while her bright eyes held a measure of majesty. Every glance she cast carried an innate sense of pressure.

She was Bai Susu, the queen of the White Dragon Continent.

Many regarded her as the savior of the entire world.

But only she herself knew that her strength was far from sufficient.

The reason she had been able to preserve this nation had never been her own power.

It was because the Blood Evil Clan had never intended to wipe them out completely—the Blood Evil Clan needed an endless supply of "food."

Each time she handed over several million of her people,

and watched them being taken away by the wildly laughing Blood Evil Clan amid shrieks of despair, she hated her own helplessness.

Countless times, she had considered perishing together with the Blood Evil Clan.

But if she died, these people would truly lose even their last shred of hope.

"This humble woman, Bai Susu, pays respects to the heavenly deity."

"I had thought this place truly was some final refuge."

"Who would have thought it was merely a bottomless pit that devoured people without leaving even their bones?" Mandala smiled at Bai Susu.

It looked like a place of refuge, yet every year, they had to voluntarily offer up several million citizens for the Blood Evil Clan to ravage as blood food.

Such a miserable existence was even more unbearable than outright destruction!

The common people all believed they had established themselves here through their own strength.

But the truth was that every year, they had to offer up their people, handing them over to those Blood Evil Clan demons like livestock to be enslaved!

They were simply spineless dogs.

Bai Susu seemed to hear the mockery in Mandala's words.

Her pretty face immediately turned pale, and a trace of shame flashed through her eyes.

"My lady, Her Majesty has already done her best!" Some of the higher-ups could not help speaking up in defense of their queen.

"If she had not fought desperately for it, we would not even have this last patch of land to barely survive on!"

How could they not hate the Blood Evil Clan to the bone?

But the other side possessed absolute power that crushed everything, and they had long since been driven to despair.

"Stop talking." Bai Susu softly stopped them. "It is my incompetence that I cannot save everyone."

Then she raised her head, her burning gaze fixed on Mandala. "My lady,"

"You are not one of the Blood Evil Clan. Only you can become our queen."

"I am not, but your king will arrive soon." Mandala looked toward a distant direction.

Futu Yun's foundation was completely different from that of other Fusion Heaven Realm cultivators.

But the Plane Spirit's power was enough to allow an Earthly Sovereign Great Perfection expert to break through the shackles and enter the Heavenly Sovereign realm.

The energy contained within it was absolutely sufficient for Futu Yun, with some even left over.

Yet Futu Yun did not accept this endless infusion of energy.

His eyes slowly opened.

As his eyes opened,

an extremely powerful spiritual energy fluctuation spread from within his body, streaks of Thunder Light flickering within it!

This lightning seemed to be of no low grade and faintly contained a trace of the divine essence of heavenly law.

To the Lower Plane that was the White Dragon Continent, Futu Yun was now heavenly law itself.

A wondrous sensation arose in his heart.

The entire White Dragon Continent seemed to have become part of his body.

He could freely sense every inch of land across the entire Lower Plane.

He could discern which places in this world were fertile and which were barren.

He could also perceive the birth, aging, sickness, and death of every living being!

He could easily reach any corner of the White Dragon Continent without the slightest obstruction.

If he wished, a single thought could overturn heaven and earth and shift mountains and rivers.

He lightly clenched his fist, and the entire Lower Plane trembled faintly as a roar like the tolling of great bells echoed through the Void.

At that moment, the billions of living beings on the White Dragon Continent were all horrified. They raised their heads and looked up, utterly unaware of what had happened.

At the instant he became the Plane Master, the entire Lower Plane also underwent an exceedingly subtle change.

This change could neither be explained nor described. Only a scant few experts could sense it.

The vast majority of living beings noticed nothing at all.

From this day onward, the White Dragon Continent's fortune would be linked to Futu Yun's.

As Futu Yun's cultivation steadily rose, the entire White Dragon Continent would also become increasingly vibrant with life.

At this moment, his Divine Soul had expanded by an entire circle, spiritual radiance continuously rippling around his body.

Exceptionally powerful spiritual energy fluctuations filled the inside of his Divine Soul.

This fluctuation was several times stronger than before, far surpassing the late Fusion Heaven Realm, yet still falling just short of the Heaven Transformation Realm.

This time, his strength had undoubtedly undergone a tremendous leap.

He had directly risen from newly entering the Fusion Heaven Realm to the Quasi-Heaven Transformation Realm.

This was still the result of his deliberate suppression. If he had not restrained himself, he would certainly have broken through into the Heaven Transformation Realm.

But that would also have left an adverse effect on his cultivation foundation.

Futu Yun was by no means a shortsighted person who would forsake his long-term future for immediate petty gains.

No matter how good the Plane Spirit's energy was, it was ultimately only an external empowerment.

Even if it could be absorbed easily, it would always differ slightly from spiritual energy cultivated by oneself.

This difference was exceedingly small, and ordinary people might choose to ignore it.

But the path of cultivation was inherently demanding. Even the slightest hidden danger could become an obstacle impossible to overcome in the future.

More importantly, this was ultimately still a Lower Plane.

It was precisely for this Plane Spirit that Futu Yun had chosen to break through into the Fusion Heaven Realm in the Lower Plane.

Now that he had already refined the Plane Spirit, it was naturally time for him to return to the Great Thousand World and break through into the Heaven Transformation Realm.

However, Futu Yun was not in a hurry to return just yet. He still needed to use the White Dragon Continent's power to consolidate his cultivation.

Moreover, this time he was not absorbing the Plane Spirit's power. Instead, he chose to nourish the Lower Plane in return.

But this nourishment did not rely on his own power.

It relied on Supreme Spiritual Liquid!