But now...
That Quasi-Emperor Weapon was complete junk!
Fucking Peak Quasi-Emperor Soldiers and all sorts of Quasi-Emperor Level Exotic Treasures were his for the picking!
He could even get an Emperor's Weapon!
What was true dominance?
What was true foundation?
This was fucking it!
The best decision he had ever made in his life was joining the Primordial Sect and choosing the right master. If anyone dared say a single bad word about the Primordial Sect, he would absolutely fight them to the death!
What Fallen God Heaven didn't know...
...was that the Exotic Treasures he so coveted...
...were just worthless trinkets Wu Dao had created on a whim.
His body was like the Great Dao itself.
He wielded the authority of a Second Tribulation Creator.
Within his authority, he could create all things.
Whatever he wanted, he needed only a single thought. The most microscopic Dao Particles would naturally arrange and combine themselves into any and all things according to his will.
