The ruined temple, atop endless ruins, the evil qi surges, and the aura of destruction is burgeoning.
Jiao Yu'Er kneels in submission.
This submission astonishes him.
He thought this noblewoman would resist with blood to the end, preferring death over submission. Unexpectedly, she yielded so easily, which was somewhat surprising.
But the words that followed shocked him even more.
The so-called Eight Great Saint Races, had such a status.
The status was somewhat awkward, somewhat laughable.
Lu Xuanji said, "Is it really so?"
The Artifact Spirit said, "It is truly so. In the Feiyu World, the Undead Race is the true dominator, while other cultivators merely qualify to be servants or not. Back then, my master, the Lord of Death, why did he suffer from the attack of many powerful enemies and fall? It was because my master was unwilling to be a servant."
