Ji Huairang.
A gentleman showed respect, observed propriety, and yielded to demonstrate courtesy. That was the meaning of "Huairang."
But Ji Huairang never yielded.
He was the Venerable who ruled the entire Blood Lord Great World, the king who commanded every bloodline Cultivator. A single word from him decided the life or death of hundreds of millions.
Whenever there was something to gain, he never yielded.
It seemed nothing could stand against his will.
Whether it was the probing of other Human Civilizations, the alien races of the Truth Void, or even the Three Realms' recent reemergence, he had always stood at the forefront.
The first to take a bite would always choose the choicest morsel.
As for scraps and leftovers, Ji Huairang had no interest.
So on the first day after the Ancient God's corpse vanished,
he had already arrived in the Three Realms.
In the Imperial Capital, he rented the top floor of a hotel overlooking the entire city.
He had been here ever since.
Every day, he looked down over the city, the world, and the Imperial Palace in the distance.
Like the most patient of hunters.
Every day, he watched his prey, studied them, searched for weaknesses, gathered allies, and waited for the right moment. Then—
One fatal strike.
That day,
Ji Huairang sat by the window, slowly eating breakfast.
He was in such a good mood that he even took an extra Infant Blood Pill.
After breakfast, he sat by the window and quietly watched the distant Imperial Palace.
Waiting.
Waiting for that piece of news.
From sunrise to sunset, no news came.
But Ji Huairang was not anxious in the slightest.
When he destroyed the world of the Void Barrier, he had waited eight hundred years to find the tiniest crack within its civilization.