Javier Sinclair hovered in the sky, his gaze sweeping over the Cultivation World below. The battle raged fiercely, and the Outer Realms Race was in full retreat. Yet, he frowned.
'Something's wrong…'
The feeling of danger hadn't vanished.
He tilted his head up slightly, looking toward the rift torn in the void. Just then, a giant blue eye poked out from it once more. The eye rolled about, peering at the entire Cultivation World.
The giant eye stared straight at him.
A voice echoed from the void rift.
"I didn't expect to find someone so powerful among your lowly race. Why not consider joining us? I can grant you a place among our people. All you have to do is serve me, become my slave, and obey my commands."
Javier Sinclair let out a cold laugh.
He had dominated the Cultivation World for centuries, and this was the first time he'd ever heard someone so unafraid of death demand that he become their slave.
