Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

This shocking scene, like the heavens collapsing on Doomsday, fills one with despair.

"Not enough?!"

"Then let’s try again!"

A hint of surprise appeared on Zheng Yi’s face. He hadn’t expected the defense formation of the Undersea Dragon Palace to be so strong. He was curious to see how many of his attacks it could withstand.

Subsequently, the dark hand, carrying even more terrifying power, slammed down again. After a violent disturbance, the space started to become unstable.

The void began to fracture, rules started to become chaotic, and under Zheng Yi’s power, the entire space shuddered a few times. Tiny cracks began to appear on the surface of the protective shield of the Undersea Dragon Palace formation, but it still held fast.

"Really solid! No wonder it’s said to be the palace left behind by the Ancient Dragon Race."

Two consecutive attacks yielded no results, leaving Zheng Yi a bit surprised, but his eyes shone with a glimmer.

Even just a palace from the Ancient Era is so tough; just how terrifying must the true pure-blooded True Dragon lineage have been back then?

Using this as a point to infer more, he could undeniably see even more things.

"Enough!"

However, Zheng Yi was done talking. He slowly extended his hand and pressed down forcefully.

Instantly, the Great Dao between heaven and earth began to rumble, and the protective shield with surface cracks finally couldn’t withstand the impact of this terrifying force, shattering into flying transparent fragments.

Boom!

A loud bang echoed above the Dragon Palace, and the Flood Dragon descendants who already didn’t know what to do completely lost their will in an instant.

The ripples of this power were too overwhelming, exceeding the bearing capacity of even Core Formation and Nascent Soul levels, directly slamming into their bodies, stirring up waves. The entire space seemed to explode.

The terrifying shockwave ravaged the interior of the Dragon Palace, shredding the creatures within. The palace directly beneath collapsed with a roar.

In the blink of an eye, the shockwave spread all around, annihilating everything it encountered with its fearsome force.

After just a few breaths, the once majestic, solemn, and splendid Dragon Palace had turned into a ruin.

Everything was destroyed, and Suspended Island appeared above, beginning to devour all kinds of resources, including even the fragments of the Undersea Dragon Palace.

These crystal bodies with countless rules engraved upon them are excellent material to integrate into the Creation Divine Ship.

No doubt about it, the Flood Dragon Demon Court, which had inherited long years, was a massive treasure trove. The number of treasures it possessed, along with other precious resources, far exceeded that of Phoenix Cry Island.

After all, as the ruler of vast seas, the Flood Dragon Race had received offerings from numerous Deep Sea races. With long-term accumulation, the volume of various precious resources and treasures was already shockingly large.

However, now all this has ultimately become Zheng Yi’s spoils of war, the raw materials and groundwork for upgrading the Creation Divine Ship and the Four Immortal Slaying Swords.

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Along with the Undersea Crystal Palace being pocketed by Zheng Yi, it also marked the complete destruction of the Flood Dragon Demon Court’s orthodoxy. This terrifying force, which had entrenched over ten thousand years in the East Origin Sea Region, finally approached its historical end, buried in the dust of ages.

In records of the future generations, it might become a kind of legend.

Henceforth, in the hands of Zheng Yi, the Isle Master Azure waves, the descendant races from the Flood Dragon Imperial Court and Phoenix Cry Island, both carrying the Divine Beast True Spirit bloodlines, were entirely wiped out.

This was supposed to be a world-shaking event.

But in Zheng Yi’s hands, it seemed without the slightest hint of fireworks, just like dusting off a wisp of dust, unstained by any karmic bonds.

However, after completely obliterating the entire Flood Dragon Imperial Court, Zheng Yi didn’t choose to immediately leave this Deep Sea region.

He sat again on Suspended Island, the gigantic island breaking through the void, appearing above the deep sea of the East Sea. The blazing sun shone brightly, draping down streams of golden yellow, nearly covering the sea region.

Invisibly, as if a gigantic bronze bell was vibrating in the sky, its sound spreading far and wide, seeming to shake the ancient and modern, stirring all the rules of heaven and earth, emanating powerful Dao sounds.

Suspended Island stood above the deep sea, countless magnetic forces forming a massive whirlpool, stabilizing a vast ocean. A majestic voice suddenly emerged from the depths of the turbulent sea, echoing across the Four Seas and Eight Desolates.

"All Deep Sea races, come to receive orders!"

Zheng Yi didn’t open his mouth to speak; he was concealed within the Dao light, appearing as a silhouette amid endless radiant light, his specific facial features indistinct, only the vague sensation of myriad paths surging, that absolute sense of majesty filling heaven and earth.

But the indisputable tone transmitted across heaven and earth to the Ten Thousand Races instantly informed all sentient beings that they must come forward.

Those who don’t come to pay homage will die!

The voice carried no threat, yet nobody dared to resist, because the moment they heard that initial strand of voice, they understood that this sound was like the Dao, akin to golden words, representing an intangible rule that instinctively disallowed rebellion.

The voice from Suspended Island spread through the thick sea water, extending along invisible rules, enveloping the deep sea, and spreading further into more profound and distant regions.

In the East Origin Sea Region, a space comprising vast and intricate sea terrain, housing a multitude of ancient races and various forbidden zones, lived some existences that even during the peak of the Flood Dragon Imperial Court were somewhat feared.

But at this moment, the grand Dao sounds amazed the entire Outer Sea, their oscillating waves expanding like a storm to far-off places.

For a moment, regardless of whether many forces and races were already paying attention to the happenings here, they received first-hand the magnificent Dao sound message sweeping like reverberating echoes.

Over here, the numerous forces and species exploded into chaos.

Just not long ago, people were speculating that Zheng Yi, this Isle Master Azure waves, had already become, in name and reality, the foremost True Cultivator in the East Origin Sea Region. Wondering what moves he would make next.

Unexpectedly, this actual strongest figure who had reigned over the entire East Origin Sea Region had taken advanced steps to issue such a command.

Instantly, in the depths of the dark, silent sea waters, countless whirlpools quivered, and in the gloom, pairs of enormous eyes opened.

The entire ocean floor world abruptly vibrated.

The grand Dao sound was heard directly in the heart, not merely captured by physical ears. That sound penetrated the mind, awakening those races and forces that had been dormant for untold years, causing each powerful entity to wake one by one, slowly opening their eyes.

Numerous races, whether dominant or insignificant, felt anxious, and alongside many rarely appearing races gathering, they too received the grand Dao sound transmission, naturally aware that the master of the sound was not someone they could confront.

But whether to appear remained an issue.

Since his reappearance, Zheng Yi, this Isle Master Azure waves demonstrated unimaginably ironclad and ruthless power, personally obliterating the Flood Dragon Imperial Court and Phoenix Cry Island, two major True Spirit lineages. This fierce tactic left almost no other races daring to resist Zheng Yi’s orders.

After all, his strength was terrifyingly overwhelming, akin to annihilation.

No one wished to follow in the footsteps of the Dragon and Phoenix Races.

To any race, this was like a guillotine hanging overhead, nobody dared to gamble, nor did anyone think their race unique enough to ignore the call of the supreme authority.

Fearing that a disagreement would spark a massacre.

Cultivation to this point, the realm had long penetrated the heavens, one could say close to the Dao, as what is spoken becomes golden rules, myriad paths submit, ten thousand races dare not resist.

Such is the cruel reality of the Cultivation Realm, where with a single word, a Great Power can command divinity. When power becomes too formidable to restrain, all rules cease to exist, picking stars and catching the moon becomes mere simplicity.

Yet even during the prime of the Flood Dragon Imperial Court, though using forceful means to directly control vast oceans, it dared not issue commands that, based solely on a sound, compelled all races to bow and come forth.

How could this be just the greatest True Cultivator in the East Origin Sea Region?

Clearly, Zheng Yi is the Human Emperor of the East Origin Sea!