Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

Could it be that this Isle Master Azure Waves truly wishes to recreate a Qiankun Immortal Dynasty in this vast East Sea and become the Lord of Ten Thousand Saints?!

In one word, the heavens and earth are enveloped, making all races submit their counsel.

Such a grand scene of the Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage, perhaps even in the Immortal Dynasty histories enduring throughout the Central Realm, has never been witnessed.

Many quietly speculated in their hearts, and everyone found Zheng Yi’s motives even more unfathomable, only feeling uneasy and anxious.

The world is a cycle.

The warrior who slays dragons will eventually become an evil dragon themselves.

...

Zheng Yi’s gaze was profound as he sat in peace atop the Suspended Island, a massive Qingyun rising above his head and casting down thousands of silk threads.

Amidst the sovereign radiance, the space around the entire Suspended Island was frozen, the oppressive weight of the ocean as if nonexistent, subdued into calm.

His figure seemed ethereal, standing amidst a blurred light and shadow of deep yellow, his silhouette faintly visible, with deep eyes gazing continuously into the distance, toward the even further darkness.

His eyes were without ripple, yet through that deep yellow mist, anyone who first met his gaze felt a chill in their heart, as if struck by lightning.

It was a gaze heavy with the grandeur of a path, emitting a majestic aura that struck awe, as if looking up to a towering mountain, leaving outsiders uncertain of his thoughts.

Zheng Yi’s actions had their own reasoning.

To indulge in the lavish lifestyle of a Human Emperor was secondary; primarily, he understood that the vast ocean itself was a colossal treasure trove.

And the East Origin Sea Region, as a maritime domain, being the most expansive, largest ocean, had treasures passed down through countless eons buried deep beneath its waters.

This is why, in recent millennia, almost all prevailing overlords have sprung from the Outer Sea and Deep Sea.

Like the Sea God Empire, or the recently dismantled Flood Dragon Demon Court, both arose in such a manner.

By leveraging racial power over the multitude of maritime races, using the strength of all races to amass world resources, this is how top-tier forces rise.

Zheng Yi knew he would eventually leave this place and did not plan to be the king of the East Sea for long; his goal lay with the immense treasures and resources deep within the ocean.

So now, his targets were those various oceanic species.

Especially those ancient races preserved from the Ancient Era.

Only by controlling these races could he truly dominate the entire vast East Sea system from the top down, allowing him to madly harvest resources and treasures in the East Origin Sea Region.

This was Zheng Yi’s plan, and also what he needed to do now.

The resources required to build the Creation Divine Ship and the other three Divine Swords of the Immortal Slaying Sword Array were even greater than he had imagined; only by completely controlling this vast ocean, forcing all races across it into submission, could he achieve this goal.

Zheng Yi sought the final outcome, not the process, and had no intention of establishing a lasting Immortal Dynasty power.

Thus, he did not need more gentle methods, only to make those defiant ancient races docile.

What he needed was submission, absolute obedience.

In short, though the Eastern Sea is vast, orders can be dispatched in all directions, with none daring to disobey.

Thereby gathering all human resources and material wealth of the East Origin Sea Region for his exclusive use.

...

Swish!

Suddenly, from the deep and calm ocean depths, a surge of shadow rushed forth extremely fast, like streaks of black lightning, intertwining at incredible speed, darting from afar and shooting towards this place.

In just a few breaths, it appeared directly before Zheng Yi.

"The chief of the Deep Sea Jiao Snake Race and all its members greet the Supreme Venerable."

Upon focused gaze, it was evident they were long, pitch-black snakes of several dozen feet, with the leading one stretching even a hundred feet, no lesser than an average Flood Dragon. When they reached close, it transformed into an elder shrouded entirely in a black robe, fawningly bowing before him.

The elder appeared rather peculiar, his body wrapped in black attire, yet beads of cold sweat glistened on his forehead, with a faint sense of nervousness arising from within. Still, he maintained a surface smile and respectfully saluted Zheng Yi, saying.

Zheng Yi did not speak, merely gazing silently at the somewhat balding elder below, his eyes as deep as a pool, unfathomable. After a moment, he slowly spoke: "The Flood Snake Race, not bad!"

"Thank you for your praise, sir!"

The elder, initially sweating from his brow, instantly felt a warm sensation spreading through his body upon receiving the compliment, completely dispelling his previous nervousness, and finally relaxed entirely.

He then led the tribe to wait aside.

As a member of the Flood Snake Race, they were directly suppressed by the Flood Dragon during the time of the Flood Dragon Demon Court.

Although there were blood ties among them and they were considered a distant branch, in the eyes of the Flood Dragon Demon Court, they belonged to the noble True Dragon Lineage, and had nothing to do with the so-called Snake Race, which led to their subsequent severe oppression.

Now that the Flood Dragon Race had fallen, the Flood Snakes directly emerged, first expressing loyalty to Zheng Yi, the strongest True Cultivator in title, which was its way of adapting to circumstances, having self-awareness.

With the appearance of the Flood Snake Race, numerous Deep Sea Races subsequently came to pay their respects, a variety never seen in ordinary times emerged.