Above High Heaven.
Beneath the rift in the sky.
Knight King Ferland surrendered so decisively that even Jiang Yang froze for a moment, unsure what to say.
He had been ready to defeat this inexplicably strengthened foe in his strongest form, lest that strange power reappear and throw a wrench into his campaign of conquest.
But since Ferland had surrendered, there was naturally no need to fight to the death and needlessly deplete the Divine Clan's fighting strength.
The Divine Clan was only beginning its conquest of the Great Thousand World and still needed large numbers of people to serve as its vanguard.
In the sky.
Countless figures stood suspended in the void.
Jiang Yang swept his gaze over the Transcendent Knights filling the sky and earth of the Ferland Continent like mountains and seas, thoroughly satisfied.
Then Jiang Yang raised his golden eyes and said with a smile.
"Ferland, I accept your surrender. Then, while we are here, swear a Great Dao oath of submission to the Divine Clan."
Once a Great Dao oath was broken, one's Dao Path would be utterly destroyed and one's Dao heart shattered.
In the Great Thousand World, no one was willing to swear such an oath unless they were truly in mortal danger.
Ferland sighed, somewhat unwilling and reluctant to submit to the Divine Clan from this day onward.
The fate of a civilization had been ruined in a single battle.
But circumstances were stronger than any man. He could only plant his lance amid the sea of clouds and prepare to swear aloud.
Just then, Jiang Yang suddenly spoke.
"Ferland, I only need you to submit to the Divine Clan for a hundred thousand years."
Upon hearing this.
Ferland froze, then was overcome with joy.
After all, lifelong submission and submission