Deep within the Burial Land, heaven and earth lay dim and heavy.
The black divine tree had long since crumbled into ruins. Ye Tian stood atop the enormous black coffin, letting the corrosive, sinister wind stir the hem of his robes.
His expression remained as placid as water, but deep within his abyssal Double Pupils, runes that divined heaven's secrets flickered endlessly into being and out again.
"Master, what are you thinking about?"
Dressed in red, Huang Ruoxi seemed like the only splash of color in this drab world.
She sensed the fleeting gravity that passed over Ye Tian and could not help asking softly.
Ye Tian did not turn. His gaze pierced the layers of mist, as though looking toward that indescribable ultimate destination.
"I was thinking about everything we've encountered along the way—that Ghost King Tree that gained sentience just now, and even the Corpse-Winged Demon Venerable..."
Ye Tian spoke slowly, his voice low, carrying the wisdom of one who saw through the ways of the world.
"Before they died, or when they fell into despair, they all mentioned the same words—My Lord."
Hearing those words, Xiao Yan and Su Qinglian both felt their hearts tighten.
"My Lord?"
Xiao Yan frowned, tightening his grip on the Black-Weight Ruler.
"Someone who can make a God King Rank greater demon, or even a God Venerable Rank Primordial Beginning creature, willingly become a slave... just what sort of being is behind all this?"
"A God Venerable already stands at the pinnacle of the pyramid. Even within an Imperial Clan, they are ancestral figures, with pride and dignity."
Ye Tian lightly tapped the coffin lid, producing a rhythmic sound.
"To make a God Venerable bow in submission, and even treat them as a watchdog..."
"The being within that Black Pyramid must, at