Immortal King Mingzhou was irritable. Ten thousand years ago, an ant of the Human Dao Realm had appeared before him for no reason, said a few strange things, then swaggered away.
Most importantly, that Human Dao ant had given off a Breath he loathed.
The man's power, his entire system of cultivation, had made Mingzhou's blood boil with a restless agitation he could not place.
He knew why. The source of his power had been stirring.
"What kind of cultivation system could cause such a reaction in me, Ni?"
Mingzhou wandered through the Boundary Sea, lost in thought. He was a dark Immortal King.
But the Dark Faction had no shortage of Immortal Kings. Besides, he had originally been a native cultivator of the Boundary Sea. Only after darkness corroded him and gave birth to a new Dark Primordial Spirit had he joined its ranks. There was crucial information he could never hope to know.
"It did resemble the systems used by some of those people who called themselves the Heavenly Court a million years ago."
Mingzhou recalled that battle. He had been only a Quasi-Immortal King then, but he had fought on the battlefield and survived by sheer luck. Only after receiving further blessings had he attained the rank of Immortal King.
"A pity we didn't kill them all. They managed to retreat."
Still, his side had won. They now occupied nearly half the Boundary Sea. Those people had been driven from their homeland, nothing but homeless dogs!
"What a nimble little ant." Mingzhou swept his gaze over the Great Realm below. Finding no trace of the man, he left.
At first, he had destroyed Great Realms to vent his frustration. Later, he had lost even the mood for that.
He was used to finding nothing by now. It