“Your body is sealed outside, Wretch God Apostle, while your will is trapped in the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart. There’s no way you can ever escape from this place. What do you think? If you want to avoid being completely wiped out of existence, acknowledge allegiance and become a psychic slave.”

Yang Qi’s will had taken the form of a golden imp, surrounded by the River of Civilization and intense fluctuations of psychic power.

Right now, his psychic scale was at least two, yet he still wasn’t in the Terrifying level. His fleshly body was still too strong, and the constraints on his sea of consciousness meant that he couldn’t actually break through.

With a psychic scale like this, he could easily control the power of twenty-four tribulations without any problems. There was no doubt about it: Yang Qi’s strength was virtually beyond description. And if he could fully subdue the Wretch God Apostle, it would definitely be possible to establish a major force in the...