Profound Valor was an actual native of the Great Necropolis, a true elite who had accomplished in a few million years what most old-timers would take billions of years to do. Apparently, he had fantastic senses to detect danger, and already knew that people were trying to surround him.

“Oh?” Proud Ethics suddenly appeared within the primal-chaos. He had fewer generalissimos with him; the missing ones were apparently powering a spell formation somewhere nearby. Looking surprised, Proud Ethics said, “You live up to your reputation as sectlord and native of the Great Necropolis. Your senses are truly astounding. Considering the level of your cultivation, if I recruited you into the forces of the future world, you would be a generalissimo. Interested in working for me?”

“What kind of person do you think I am?” Sectlord Profound Valor replied. “Do you really think I give a crap about the future world? Why would I want to be a so-called generalissimo? I don’t even care about your magisters, let alone a pampered...