Rulers—the most supreme Heaven-Slaying Realm experts of the Three Realms—could only be achieved by those who comprehended Two Thousand Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Great Daos and obtained the crucial Pseudo-Origin Great Dao.
Even across all Three Realms combined, there were only twenty-some of them, fewer than thirty!
With such an enormous foundation across the Three Realms, there were so few of them—and yet... the commanders before him numbered as many as 108! Every single one possessed strength surpassing that of a Ruler!
Even with Nie Yun's steady composure, he found it unbelievable, his mind unable to process it.
Since when had Ruler experts become so cheap?
If these people had all been resurrected from ancient corpses... then what race had those ancient corpses belonged to? How could they have possessed so many Ruler experts?
"Besides... they should carry an intense aura of slaughter and cold indifference. Why don't these people seem like that...?"
Nie Yun grew more and more confused.
What he had just seen could not have been fake. He trusted his own eyes. Yet if these people had been resurrected from ancient corpses, they should possess the same traits as those corpses: slaughter, indifference, and unfathomable strangeness. But... although the commanders before him could not exactly be called upright and honorable, they carried a vast, righteous aura within them, completely different from that dark attribute.
"Congratulations on Great Commander's revival!"
The people below gave him no time to think further. They all raised their cups in celebration.
To avoid exposing himself, Nie Yun could not ask too much. He could only raise his cup and celebrate with them.
The banquet did not last long. It ended in less than half an hour. The crowd seemed to know that this Great Commander's memories had yet to recover; after each offered