Upper Realm.

Heaven and earth shattered, mountains collapsed and rivers dried up.

The Demon Ancestor sat proudly on a throne composed of countless corpses and dried bones, his entire body emanating an aura that looked down upon the world.

Below were the heads of powerful figures from the Ten Great Immortal Sects, the head of the Eternal Ages Sect Master. Around him, a million demon troops stood in orderly formation, setting off his lofty, domineering kingly aura exceptionally powerfully.

“Kekeke!”

“Kekekeke!”

Joyful laughter from getting great revenge echoed in the firmament.

“Splash!”

Suddenly, a basin of cold water splashed over. The Demon Ancestor instantly woke from his dream.

Damn it!

It was just a dream!

Sigh.

What happened in the dream could probably only appear in dreams.

“What’s going on…”

The Demon Ancestor’s thinking gradually cleared. He discovered he was in a flowing light barrier, so he clutched his head which felt like it was exploding.

Wait a moment!

How do I have hands!

The Demon Ancestor’s memory still stopped at executing the Great Shuttle Technique.

This was a divine ability from the secret Demon Seal. When encountering danger, it could rapidly separate the soul from the flesh, hiding in the deep layers of space.

One hundred thousand years ago, he had used it. Although the Ten Great Immortal Sects powerhouses detected and intercepted it, he still managed to escape with a thread of remnant soul, able to resurrect again.

This time, though it was also very smooth, however…

The Demon Ancestor lowered his head, looking at his thick arms, then struggled to raise his head. Through the mirror-like barrier reflection, he saw himself and was directly shocked into retreating several steps, almost blurting out: “Who is this ugly freak?”

The body he now occupied was much more robust than the one he had reforged before, but his features were extremely fierce, looking very frightening. Like a beast race in some game, especially with his entire body’s skin being green, he looked even more like a certain giant in a certain movie.

“What’s going on…”

“What the hell is going on…”

The Demon Ancestor clenched his fists, his gaze flashing with towering fury.

Executing the Demon Seal’s Great Shuttle Technique, he ran out from the perfect body. As a result, when he regained consciousness, his soul was installed in an extremely ugly monster’s body. This made him really unable to understand, unable to accept!

“Beep!”

“Life signs normal.”

“Potential development normal.”

“Combat power 6200.”

Suddenly, a voice transmitted in the barrier.

“Who!”

The Demon Ancestor immediately became alert and said: “Who’s talking!”

“Whoosh!”

Just then, the surrounding barrier vanished into thin air. A structure he couldn’t describe appeared in his vision. Nearby stood several martial artists wearing tight-fitting clothes, holding various small notebooks, seemingly doing statistics.

“Who are you?”

The Demon Ancestor’s gaze turned sinister, his entire face looking even more frightening.

“Step!”

A middle-aged man wearing a neat military uniform walked in from outside, his leather boots making rhythmic sounds as they contacted the ground. Then he smartly sat in the seat directly ahead, his white-gloved hands clasped together as he said indifferently: “Spirit Star Realm, First Fleet.”

“Spirit Star Realm?”

The Demon Ancestor’s facial expression changed from alert to stupefied.

Earlier at the conference held in Holy City, he had heard reports from his subordinates and learned that the invading warships seemed to come from the Spirit Star Realm.

Having executed a divine ability and drilled into the void, how did he encounter them?

This matter.

Still had to start from when Gou Sheng used the system’s power.

Simply put, obtaining powerful strength also brought many unpredictable problems.

“Listen well.”

The middle-aged man said indifferently: “I am the Fleet Commander of the First Fleet. You can call me General, or you can call me Master, because from today you are my slave, number 9527.”

Slave?

The Demon Ancestor’s gaze flashed with fury. He immediately strode forward aggressively, his green, thick arm pressing down as he roared: “Go die!”

“Protect the General!”

“Swish! Swish! Swish!”

Several guards beside the middle-aged man urgently protected him in front, but they still couldn’t withstand the powerful, heavy punch and were instantly blasted flying.

Gah!

The Demon Ancestor suddenly stood in place, staring blankly at his fist.

This power, this strength.

I… could it be I’ve recovered sixty percent of my cultivation?

The middle-aged man said indifferently: “Although your soul entity was very weak, your potential is very high, so after fusing with a Level-1 Servant Corpse, it was quickly activated.”

Servant Corpse? Fusion?

Although the Demon Ancestor’s mind was a bit chaotic.

He also roughly guessed that his sudden recovery of nearly sixty percent strength might be related to this guy.

“I made you strong.”

The middle-aged man said: “Becoming a slave is natural, isn’t it?”

His tone remained very indifferent, even carrying obvious disdain, as if he had already entered the role-play of ‘master.’

“…”

The Demon Ancestor’s fury towered to the heavens.

The dignified lord of the Demon Delusion Race, treated as a slave—this was an absolute disgrace!

“Die!”

“Whoosh whoosh!”

Powerful demonic energy roared and exploded. Violent power gathered in his right fist, strength approaching peak Truth-Seeking Realm fully unleashed.

With the Demon Ancestor’s current strength, if he faced Jun Changxiao and the experts from both races again, although he might not necessarily win steadily, if he wanted to run, he completely wouldn’t need to use the extremely risky Demon Seal secret technique.

“Whoosh!”

Strong winds howled, the air congealed.

However, just as that powerful, heavy iron fist blasted over, it was lightly caught by the middle-aged man’s raised hand. He said indifferently: “Spirit Star Realm Law Article Nine, Section Twenty-Three: Slaves must not attack their masters, or they will be deprived of life.”

“You…”

The Demon Ancestor’s eyes widened.

This person hadn’t revealed any aura from his appearance, yet he could easily catch his full-strength strike, even giving a feeling of a heavy punch hitting cotton with no effect!

“In consideration that you’re not a Spirit Star Realm being.”

The General released his hand and said indifferently: “This General will spare you once.”

“Whoosh!”

“Whoosh!”

The Demon Ancestor once again mobilized all his power, separately pouring it into his left and right arms, immediately launching a rainstorm of pummeling attacks.

“Swish!”

Suddenly, the middle-aged man lightly waved his sleeve, first clasping both his hands, then pressing them against his chest. His other hand smoothly gripped his neck, lifting him high, his gaze cold: “Don’t use your temper to challenge my patience.”

One glance, domineering beyond compare.

The restrained Demon Ancestor’s gaze filled with intense fear.

Nothing to do with realm. Even his peak self from one hundred thousand years ago would definitely be shocked into spine-chilling fear upon seeing this gaze.

Third Step!

He must be Third Step!!

“Thump!”

The middle-aged man casually threw the Demon Ancestor on the ground, gently patting the slightly wrinkled military uniform, saying: “Your potential hasn’t been completely excavated yet. Next, adjust yourself in the cultivation chamber.”

Speaking thus, he turned to leave.

“Oh, right.”

Stopping at the door, he said indifferently: “As a slave, you must have a slave’s awareness. If you dare to commit insubordination again, I will easily take away your cultivation and… soul.”

Until he watched the middle-aged man’s back completely disappear, only then did the Demon Ancestor clench his fists, his gaze flashing with fury: “Damn it!”

Over the next few days, he gradually became familiar with the main warship and experienced the benefits of the cultivation chamber. Then he suppressed all displeasure and unwillingness, beginning quiet cultivation.

Slave?

I don’t acknowledge it!

But if I can quickly recover my cultivation, why not take advantage of the situation!

“Boom!”

In the testing room, the Demon Ancestor threw a punch at the barrier.

“Beep!”

“Combat power 6700.”

The middle-aged man sitting outside nodded: “In just a few short days, you increased by 500. Your potential excavation is not bad. In a while, you’ll accompany your master to conquer the Upper Realm. You should have a good performance.”

As expected!

This guy was the same as the previous warships—here to invade the Upper Realm!

“Very good, very good.”

Returning to his residential ship cabin, looking through the window at the pitch-black starry sky, the Demon Ancestor’s ugly face gradually became ferocious.

“Ten Great Immortal Sects!”

“Eternal Ages Sect!”

“When this ancestor returns again, I will personally destroy you all!”

“Kekeke!”

“Kekekeke!”

“Bang!”

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

Several soldiers surrounded him and beat him up, rebuking: “Clothes not washed, dishes not scrubbed, and you still have the face to stand here stupidly laughing!”

“I’ll go right away! I’ll go right away!”

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