Richwater City.

It was a fine day, and the sun was blazing. Under the glaring rays, everything seemed to glow with dazzling brilliance. Autarch Qian raised his head and stared directly at the sun, then squinted his eyes.

"The sun really warms the heart." He grinned.

He stood on a tall building facing the ruins. In the center of the ruins was a vast, deep pit filled with river waters from Richwater City, forming a huge quagmire.

"Start on the second pot right away,” smiling, Autarch Qian nodded at the autarch beast in the distance.

The nine intact heads of the autarch beast first roared, cleared their throats, and then made a melodious sound that swept through Richwater City. As soon as this melodious sound made its way through the city, people left their houses with smiles and started walking towards the quagmire.

"No lifebound beasts were killed. This pot of soup isn’t pure. But it doesn't matter. I won't drink it today. I shall sacrifice this pot of soup to the descendants of the imperial family. I’ve let all of you down.”

Autarch Qian shook his head, bursting into...