A dark storm began sweeping through fearlessly. The will and the devilish blood of the dark profound practitioners were fully ignited.

From the beginning, Chi Wuyao knew that her chances of changing her people’s mind was less than ten percent.

She had come to this place with only one thought in mind, and that was to stand together with them no matter what their decision might be.

Dark energy flashed all around Chi Wuyao. The Nine Witches appeared around their master like nine black stars adorning the grayish skies of beginning above their heads.

“Mo Beichen, there isn’t nearly enough blood on your hands to claim total domination of the God Realm, and we are but one small fragment of the will to resist of this world.”

“When the time comes, there is a not insignificant chance your so-called benevolent and compassionate Abyssal Monarch won't find a tranquil, entirely subjugated cosmos, but one that's filled with blood and smoke. I wonder what kind of expression he will wear then?”

“Hehehe, hahahaha!”

Mo Beichen burst out in laughter for the first time of the day.

It was just a normal laugh, but it caused countless people to cover up their ears with their hands, and their hearts to clench and unclench like crazy.

“What a great monkey show!” Mo Beichen praised with his arms half-raised—he was a hair's breadth away from giving them a slow clap. “I have to say, this ceremony would’ve been most boring without you all.”

After he said that, he casually turned toward the northern region forces and unleashed his aura.

Unleashing one’s power was the simplest action a profound practitioner could learn in their journey to the top, but this universe was in no way ready to withstand even such a simple action from Mo...