The caliber of the port guards, or rather the port police, of Star-Ranked Cities was hardly lacking. Over a hundred officers, dispatched urgently, were all rugged and formidable; the weakest among them was a pinnacle Three-Star Awakened, while their leader was astonishingly a cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core stage.

"This is the territory of the Polaris Empire. No unauthorized fighting is permitted here." The tone of the leading Golden Core cultivator was somewhat civil, yet Gu Xiechen noticed the man’s peripheral vision kept drifting, intentionally or unintentionally, toward Duofuna’s chest, his body gradually leaning in that direction. That was enough for Gu Xiechen to know the man’s stance would be problematic.

As expected, after uttering a seemingly fair statement, the Golden Core cultivator frowned and snapped at Valkyris with a cold hiss, "Did you initiate the provocation? Did you assault this esteemed lady?"

Valkyris was about to defend himself when Gu Xiechen stepped in front of him, fixing the Golden Core cultivator with a fierce glare.

A wave of magical pressure equivalent to the Soul Transformation stage power surged out. A faint trace of Profound Yellow Qi flickered across Gu Xiechen's body, and an aura of supreme, unique dominance erupted from the ground, spanning heaven and earth.

The Golden Core cultivator, along with the hundred-plus companions behind him, collapsed onto the ground in perfect unison. They trembled, staring at Gu Xiechen, great beads of cold sweat soaking their forms. More than a dozen of the weaker ones, merely upon receiving Gu Xiechen's glare, felt a bolt of lightning strike their very souls. Terrified and overwhelmed, they knelt down as if subjects prostrating before their sovereign, daring not to show the slightest slackness or disrespect.

Duofuna’s face twisted into a grimace, but Valkyris grinned happily, waving casually toward Duofuna.

With a cold snort, Gu Xiechen barked sharply at the port police, "Scram!" The hundred-plus officers instantly jumped up and fled, turning tail. The Golden Core cultivator, in particular, abandoned any pretense of composure, trailing an obscure blue-green sword light as he fled with the utmost haste. The pressure Gu Xiechen exerted on these officers was immense. It was the pressure of the Profound Yellow Indestructible Body, the pressure of the Haotian Pagoda, and the pressure condensed from the collective thoughts of all beings in this universe.

Having driven away the law enforcement officers, Gu Xiechen approached the port official responsible for renting transport skiffs. He merely let out a soft hum.

The spines of several port officials immediately shrank. They respectfully selected the largest and most luxuriously decorated transport skiff for Gu Xiechen. They commanded the patrol vessels within the commercial port to drive all other incoming and outgoing skiffs to the sides of the channel, personally escorting Gu Xiechen and his party aboard. They bowed and saluted repeatedly with faces smeared with excessive flattery, murmuring welcomes dripping with excessive warmth.

Although he had only cultivated the foundational techniques of the Profound Yellow Indestructible Body, Gu Xiechen had already discovered the profound mystery of this technique. Putting aside other merits, this added effect of terrifying the souls of others was genuinely amusing.

Duofuna, whose face was half-slapped until half her teeth were missing, rushed over in a fit of rage, supported by several bodyguards, waving her fists hysterically at Gu Xiechen: "You're dead, I warn you..."

Gu Xiechen retaliated with a backhand gale. This time, from Duofuna to all her bodyguards and attendants, everyone was sent tumbling through the air, clear handprints imprinted on their faces. Duofuna’s bodyguards spat out half of their remaining teeth, while Duofuna ejected all the rest. The air was filled with the crisp sound of teeth hitting the ground, and patches of vivid red blood stained the pavement, a truly jarring sight.

Having delivered the beating and sealed the feud, Gu Xiechen asked Valkyris with a slight look of sheepishness, "This won't bring trouble to the Yinshan Family, will it? Who is she?"

Valkyris looked at Gu Xiechen with immeasurable admiration and shook his head repeatedly. "No, no, absolutely not. She is merely the daughter of the Head of the 'Blue Charm Chamber of Commerce' of the Blazing Dragon Empire."

People from the Blazing Dragon Empire's Chamber of Commerce? Gu Xiechen raised an eyebrow and smiled strangely. It seemed there wouldn't be much trouble after all.

The transport skiff left the port and soon entered the atmosphere of Starlight No. 9 Star. Valkyris began briefing him on the entire Starlight Domain. The more Gu Xiechen listened, the more his brow furrowed.

According to the Blazing Dragon Empire's intelligence, the Starlight Domain contained thirty-six Daoist grounds belonging to the Kunlun and Zhongnan sects alone—one Daoist ground per planet, housing countless disciples. The Kunlun lineage was presided over by the Dortro family, while the Zhongnan lineage was overseen by the Dortro family's traditional in-laws, the Longkilangs family. The officially registered Daoist disciples within the Polaris Empire numbered in the millions, not to mention the unknown private forces amassed by the elders of both sects.

Setting aside the Emperor of the Polaris Empire, the imperial household's retainers alone, according to the data held by the Blazing Dragon Empire, included over thirty loose Immortals at the Six Tribulation level, with the total number of loose Immortals at various stages definitely exceeding two hundred. These loose Immortals had served the Polaris Empire for thousands of years, relying on the Empire's power to gather resources for their cultivation and to help them resist Heavenly Tribulations. Therefore, anyone who dared to threaten the interests of the Polaris Empire would inevitably face their most ferocious retaliation.

Beyond the retainers supported by the imperial family, the great noble clans of the Polaris Empire also harbored powerful cultivators. Once these forces united, they would possess enough strength to rival the power held by the imperial family itself. Since the interests of these noble clans were deeply intertwined with those of the Polaris Empire, any action Gu Xiechen might contemplate in the Starlight Domain would surely draw their combined assault.

With Gu Xiechen's current strength, if he attempted to replicate his actions on Volsom Star and wreak havoc in the Starlight Domain, being attacked by hundreds of loose Immortals simultaneously would undoubtedly crush him into meat paste. The Starlight Domain was not vast; a Six Tribulation loose Immortal could traverse the entire domain in a few breaths. A single misstep could see Gu Xiechen targeted, and escaping the pursuit and encirclement of several hundred loose Immortals seemed, in Valkyris's view, fundamentally impossible.

Rubbing his temples vigorously, Gu Xiechen felt a pang of annoyance. After all, this was a top-tier civilization developed over hundreds of thousands of years. Setting aside the Polaris Empire’s scientific technology, the sheer number of cultivators was enough to give him a headache. A massive population base, boundless territory, orthodox cultivation methods inherited from ancient Immortals, combined with the long passage of time—all these factors allowed the Polaris Empire to amass a colossal army of cultivators that left Gu Xiechen feeling somewhat helpless.

Millions of cultivators were merely a joke. In the face of a Heavenly Immortal at the peak of the Grand Supreme Heaven, several hundred million cultivators were nothing more than ants. But the loose Immortals supported by the imperial family, and the loose Immortals within the various great noble families, even Immortals—these were what truly troubled Gu Xiechen.

When the transport skiff landed at the branch office on Starlight No. 10 Star, Gu Xiechen gave Valkyris a casual shake of the hand, bid him farewell, and, clutching the identification provided by Valkyris, drifted away from the skiff. He began to wander aimlessly along the wide avenues of No. 9 Star.

Having achieved the level of a Six-Star Civilization, the planets in the Polaris Empire's capital ring had reached a state of returning to simplicity. The thoroughfares were flanked by neat, clear forests, with herbivores and birds appearing frequently. Occasionally, there were gently sloping grasslands furnished with benches for rest. There was almost no sign of high-tech civilization; everything appeared natural and harmonious, as if one were in a mountain wilderness, evoking a sense of unity between heaven and man.

The spiritual energy on the planet's surface was even more abundant, surpassing even the famed Grotto-Heavens and Blessed Lands on Earth. In fact, the spiritual energy throughout the entire Starlight Domain seemed ample. The thirty-six planets here were clearly arranged into a massive formation designed to gather the spiritual energy of the cosmos. However, this formation was one invented by the Polaris Empire itself; Gu Xiechen recognized none of its structure.

Scans from various high-tech instruments occasionally swept across the sky, meticulous enough to identify the sex of every mosquito.

Periodically, several streams of consciousness unique to cultivators would whistle past. Just moments ago, more than a dozen streams of divine sense, clearly belonging to those who had just reached the Void Realm, circled Gu Xiechen for a while. After about the time it takes to brew tea, having found nothing conspicuous about him, these arrogant spiritual senses whistled away, presumably to harass someone else.

This was the capital ring of the Polaris Empire, a place a million times more heavily fortified than Volsom Star.

If it were only the high-tech scanning waves and the divine senses of low-level cultivators, that would have been manageable. After walking only a little over two li, Gu Xiechen sensed a mental fluctuation so powerful it made him gasp, covering the entirety of No. 9 Star at all times. The source of this divine sense originated from above, a hybrid of a cultivator's sense and some specialized energy wave, suggesting a merger of cultivators and high-tech apparatus to generate this colossal, omnipresent monitoring consciousness.

This place really wasn't easy to operate in.

Gu Xiechen frowned, then suddenly took a step, using his movement technique to glide forward over a hundred zhang. The enormous divine sense in the sky immediately reacted, sending a mental wave—perhaps ten times stronger than Gu Xiechen's own—crashing toward him. Dozens of other cultivator divine senses instantly swept over to the area, all carrying a single, clear, domineering message: This is the capital of the Polaris Empire. Outsiders are strictly forbidden from using any Primal Energy or spells.

The giant divine sense in the sky then materialized a faintly glowing mental brand, suspending itself before Gu Xiechen. The consciousness plainly informed him that he could either affix this brand and accept constant surveillance by the Polaris Empire or be immediately expelled from their territory.

Shaking his head helplessly, Gu Xiechen reached out and grasped the mental brand, adhering it to his lapel. Seeing Gu Xiechen’s compliant behavior, the surrounding divine senses slowly retreated. However, several divine senses belonging to loose Immortals lingered, circling him a few times and lecturing him extensively on the rules before abruptly vanishing.

This was the capital ring of the Polaris Empire; even a minor spell drew this much attention. Gu Xiechen couldn't imagine how that massive consciousness enveloping the entire planet was created. The sheer intensity of it was unbelievable, likely reaching the level of a Profound Embryonic Cultivation Heaven—equivalent to a Fourth-Grade Heavenly Immortal. Relying on this consciousness alone, it could easily crush Gu Xiechen to death.

Frowning, perplexed, Gu Xiechen slowly strolled forward along the avenue. On the roadside, citizens of the Polaris Empire were leisurely enjoying themselves with their families in the woods, all of them smiling freely and unrestrained. Whether the destruction wrought upon the Volsom Star Sector had not reached here, or if the inhabitants simply did not worry about the same fate befalling them, the area was suffused with an atmosphere of peace and serenity. Everyone was enjoying this quiet, affluent life.

Glaring fiercely at these free and unrestrained citizens of the Polaris Empire, Gu Xiechen clenched his fists tightly.

After walking perhaps ten kilometers along the avenue, by a lake spanning about five or six mu, he found a meadow dotted with long-stemmed flowers. Nearly a thousand people in luxurious robes, with soft physiques that betrayed little raw strength, were gathered there, laughing happily. In front of this group, a platform made of wood, about a chi high and covering nearly ten thousand square feet, served as a stage where a plump, spherical middle-aged man was shouting and gesticulating wildly.

A line of twelve lovely young women stood arrayed behind the man, twisting their waists, lifting their thighs, waving their arms, and smiling broadly for the audience as the man shouted. Occasionally, someone would lazily raise a hand and call out a number, causing the middle-aged man’s smile to grow even more brilliant.

"Total price: Seven million, eight hundred thousand Gold Coins! Total price: Seven million, eight hundred thousand Gold Coins! Are there any higher bids? Any higher offers?"

"All twelve are virgins, all are Four-Star Awakened, proficient in poetry and painting, experts in cooking and bedroom skills, capable of piloting the standard warships, fighters, and various ground vehicles of a Six-Star Civilization, adept at using various energy armors and weapons. Moreover, they possess intermediate financial analyst certificates from the Polaris Empire Advanced Finance Academy, mastering all sorts of business tactics, and having been subjected to intensive training since childhood, they will remain utterly loyal once they recognize a master. They are the best attendants, bedmates, and assistants—buy them; what prestige that brings!"

Someone in the audience raised a hand and muttered softly. The middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed into slits as he grinned: "Wow, eight million Gold Coins, eight million Alliance Gold Coins! Hey, hey, everyone, everyone! Twelve virgins, and Four-Star Awakened! And proficient in so many skills! Eight million Gold Coins, total price eight million Gold Coins!"

After shouting for a while, it seemed the audience's interest in the twelve women had waned, and eight million Gold Coins became their final valuation.

Soon, someone led the squad of women off the wooden platform, delivering them to the side of the person who had made the last bid. Immediately afterward, a group of Minotaurs, about four meters tall with sharp horns and dark, coarse hair, emerged from the nearby woods. There were thirty Minotaurs in total, all clad only in short underpants, their brawny, knotted muscles exposed. As these Minotaurs marched forward in synchronized steps, the ground trembled slightly.

Gu Xiechen looked over in surprise. Were there Minotaurs in the Star Alliance too? That was fascinating. He had thought these dark creatures only existed on Earth's Allied Worlds, especially since the ancestors of these Minotaurs only burst forth from spatial rifts during the battle of Heaven Star, only settling down in the Earth's core after their defeat. But perhaps, given the vastness of the Star Alliance and the unpredictable nature of the void, it was entirely plausible for Minotaurs to accidentally cross over through a spatial fissure.

After a moment of contemplation, Gu Xiechen smiled coldly and strode toward that group. A few sturdy men, seemingly acting as guards, stood sparsely on the grass. They scanned Gu Xiechen’s body with small, palm-sized instruments. The waist token hanging at Gu Xiechen's waist, representing a core member of the Yinshan Conglomerate, flashed with a dazzling silver light. Consequently, everyone immediately bowed respectfully to Gu Xiechen. Furthermore, two charming, smiling young women hurried over with quick, dainty steps, solicitously guiding him toward the wooden platform.

The two maidservants, certain that Gu Xiechen was a major benefactor from the Yinshan Conglomerate, were exceedingly deferential. They enthusiastically briefed him on the situation here.

The plump middle-aged man on the platform was Nukebe, one of the top three slave dealers on Starlight No. 9 Star. Today, he was holding a specialized auction for fine-grade slaves. Unlike the slave exchange centers of the Polaris Empire, which dealt in tens or hundreds of thousands, these fine-grade auctions featured fewer individuals but higher value, thus the venue was intentionally set in a scenic, remote area.

Calling it a wilderness might be imprecise; beside the woods were exquisitely furnished tents, and well-trained female slaves were available for the major buyers to enjoy. All manner of luxury goods were present. Bidding before the wooden platform was merely for a sense of novelty and entertainment. For those who commanded immense wealth in a Six-Star Civilization, genuine novelties were hard to find. These outdoor auctions perfectly satisfied their desire for amusement.

Gu Xiechen nodded once, melting into the crowd. He casually tossed two pieces of silver ingot, each weighing half a ton, as gratuities to the two lovely maids.

The maids were startled at first, then their little faces blossomed into smiles as sweet as if coated in honey. They shot Gu Xiechen tender, alluring glances. Realizing Gu Xiechen held no such interest in them, they quickly and discreetly signaled the nearby guards to help them carry the two silver ingots, returning happily to the woods on the side.

Two half-ton silver ingots were enough to purchase these two maids over a hundred times over. Such a casually dispensed massive gratuity caused the other major buyers nearby to look toward Gu Xiechen in astonishment, especially since the two silver ingots had materialized suddenly in his hand. This immediately made everyone think of some legendary, mysterious spatial storage treasure, and their gazes toward Gu Xiechen took on a shade of respect and enthusiasm. Several middle-aged men seated on a long bench warmly invited Gu Xiechen to join them.

Gu Xiechen nodded to the men and sat beside them, listening to their low discussions weighing the pros and cons of the thirty Minotaurs on stage.

Slave dealer Nukebe, standing on the stage, witnessed Gu Xiechen’s immense gratuity. He also heard his subordinates report via earpiece the identity of Gu Xiechen—a core member of the Yinshan Conglomerate!

The Yinshan Conglomerate was a mega-wealthy consortium from the Viking Empire. They controlled several enormous mineral planets rich in Starlight Silver ore; their wealth was beyond the imagination of a slave merchant like Nukebe. A person who could casually toss a ton of Starlight Silver as a gratuity to a maid must be one of the foremost prodigal sons within the Yinshan Conglomerate—at least, Valkyris, the primary heir of the Yinshan Conglomerate who frequently visited the Polaris Empire, never displayed such extravagance.

Aside from Gu Xiechen’s face being rather ugly—like a watermelon that had somehow gained sentience—by every other measure, he appeared to be a top-tier big spender!

However, whether Gu Xiechen was handsome or ugly was none of Nukebe’s concern. He only cared that Gu Xiechen possessed vast quantities of Starlight Silver.

As if injected with adrenaline, Nukebe began shouting, pointing at the thirty Minotaurs and hopping excitedly. He waxed eloquent about all the benefits of these Minotaurs. They were all Five-Star Pinnacle Awakened, possessing the racial talent of innate divine strength. Equipped with suitable weapons and armor, each one could shatter a squad of elite regular soldiers on the battlefield.

Nukebe smacked the Minotaurs’ bodies forcefully, explaining that they had been raised and trained by him from youth, ensuring absolute submission and loyalty, absolute docility.

Thirty powerful Five-Star Pinnacle Awakened, and rare, exotic Minotaurs—forming a personal guard with them would bring unparalleled prestige!

The starting bid for these thirty Minotaurs was twenty million Alliance Gold Coins!

A middle-aged man sitting next to Gu Xiechen chuckled softly, boasting to his companions that he was determined to buy these thirty Minotaurs, as his master was hosting a grand, lavish banquet in half a month, and these thirty Minotaurs would serve as the most luxurious ingredients for the feast!

“Ingredients?!” Gu Xiechen turned to glance at the middle-aged man, who was grinning sinisterly, and asked quietly, "Where did these Minotaurs come from?"

The middle-aged man, also mistaking Gu Xiechen for a powerful figure from the Yinshan Conglomerate, quickly explained. These Minotaurs originated from a stretch of Death Star Zones on the fringes of the Polaris Empire, an area rife with spatial turbulence and supernovae that could erupt at any moment. The Minotaurs lived on a few planets within that region. All Minotaurs sold within the Polaris Empire were abducted from those planets in their youth, meticulously trained until adulthood, and then brought up for auction.

Because their appearance was similar to the cattle commonly consumed by the Star Alliance, in certain affluent noble families, the greatest purpose of these Minotaurs was not to serve as guards, but as food. The Polaris Empire had even cultivated this custom: a high-end banquet was not considered successful unless it featured alien races like the Minotaurs as cuisine.

Gu Yechen’s face fell. Damn the Polaris Empire. They actually consumed beings with advanced intelligence.

Glancing sideways at the middle-aged man grinning with a vile and lewd expression, Gu Yechen subtly pressed a finger against his waist, injecting a fatal surge of Solar Qi into his body. Gu Yechen then raised his hand and coldly tossed out thirty silver ingots, each weighing one ton. “I’ll take these people!”

A faint pressure emanated from Gu Yechen’s body, sending a chill down the spines of everyone in the venue. They dared not compete with him, and his bid was simply too exorbitant. Thirty tons of silver to buy thirty Minotaurs—many inwardly suspected such a price was sheer wastefulness.

Nukobi let out a cackle like an old hen laying an egg, hurriedly signaling his subordinates to gather the silver ingots. He personally escorted the initial ten Minotaurs into the woods. Gu Yechen looked up at these tall, imposing Minotaurs; their eyes held only submissive obedience and gentle cowardice. Their strength was far greater than the mixed-blood Minotaurs of the Earth Federation, but they completely lacked the brave, death-defying spirit of their kin.

With a cold snort, Gu Yechen beckoned Nukobi with a finger. “How many more do you have? I’ll take all of them!”

Nukobi was first startled, then filled with ecstasy. He hurriedly stammered, “There are over six hundred more. All of them possess Five-Star Peak strength. If you wish, I can give you the most favorable market price!”

Gu Yechen nodded dismissively, then muttered in the pure and fluent language passed down through the Minotaur lineage, “These fools, shackled by their ancestors’ faith, truly should not have been saved.”

The moment the words left his mouth, the gentle, stream-like black eyes of the thirty Minotaurs present suddenly flared blood-red. They panted violently, the black fur on their bodies standing stiffly on end. They looked toward Gu Yechen with eager fervor, their knees trembling severely, clearly preparing to prostrate themselves in worship.

Frowning slightly, Gu Yechen spoke in a low, commanding tone in the Minotaur alien language: “Stand straight! Do not disgrace yourselves before these evil creatures who worship false gods! Do you still remember the glory of the Ancestor God?”

All the Minotaurs simultaneously clenched their fists, thick veins bulging beneath their skin. The sharp killing intent frightened Nukobi so much that he swiftly retreated far away.

Nodding with satisfaction, Gu Yechen soothed the Minotaurs with a few more words, then beckoned Nukobi, who had fled to a distance. “I want all of them. You can even communicate with other slave merchants; however many you can find, I will take them all.”

Under the stunned gaze of everyone present, Gu Yechen tossed out ingot after heavy ingot of Starlight Silver from his Azure Lotus Ring. He casually kicked one piece of Starlight Silver in front of Nukobi, his face suddenly hardening as he barked fiercely, “Hurry up and prepare the stock for me! Every Minotaur you can find—are you worried I can’t pay?”

Nukobi’s voice cracked with joy. He utterly disregarded why those Minotaurs, raised in servitude from childhood, had suddenly erupted with such terrifying killing intent. He frantically nodded repeatedly, excitedly gesturing for his guards to quickly carry away the silver ingots and, concurrently, bring the other six hundred-plus Minotaurs from the woods.

Gu Yechen left directly with the six hundred-plus Minotaurs. Nukobi scrambled frantically, flying everywhere with his men, urgently moving to help Gu Yechen secure the supply.

Which major slave trader in the Polaris Empire didn't have hundreds of powerful combat-type slaves like Minotaurs on reserve? The price Gu Yechen was paying was at least thirty times the market rate. If one didn't fleece such an extravagant spender heavily, one would truly be a fool.

An hour later, just as Gu Yechen was spinning a web of lies in the Silver Mountain Consortium’s compound—telling the six hundred-plus Minotaurs that he was the messenger sent by their Ancestor God to rescue them—another five thousand-plus Minotaurs were delivered. In total, over six thousand mighty Minotaurs, each standing over four meters tall, stood neatly arranged in the courtyard of the Silver Mountain Consortium, which startled Varkliss.

Without pausing to ask Gu Yechen why he purchased so many Minotaurs, Varkliss grabbed Gu Yechen and insisted he accompany him to that evening’s banquet.

An ordinary social reception would have been fine; Varkliss navigated those with ease. But tonight’s banquet was hosted by the Second Leader of the Blue Charm Merchant Guild from the Blazing Dragon Empire, and the invitation had been delivered by special courier to the Silver Mountain Consortium branch. If Varkliss did not attend, it would violate social etiquette and make him appear afraid of Dofna. Thus, Gu Yechen absolutely had to accompany him.

Only after Gu Yechen explicitly agreed to his request did Varkliss wipe the cold sweat from his brow and ask Gu Yechen with a laugh why he bought so many Minotaurs.

Gu Yechen gave Varkliss a chillingly mysterious look, lowered his voice, and asked a question that seemed utterly unbelievable to Varkliss.

“Don’t you think these Minotaurs could possibly destroy this damned Polaris Empire?”

Those Minotaurs, trapped in the Dead Star Domain, unable to leave, forced year after year to passively endure being rounded up and exploited by slave traders and adventurer groups? They could destroy the Polaris Empire?

Varkliss shook his head in confusion, thinking Gu Yechen must have lost his mind, gone completely mad.

Somewhere deep in the periphery of the subspace, on several planets bordering the Wolf Clan territories, all the Minotaur Elders, who were lazily swinging their double-headed battle-axes while chastising their descendants, simultaneously shuddered. They snorted deeply, vaguely sensing that something unfortunate was about to befall them.

This bizarre chill even affected the Wolf Clan Elders; the Seven Patriarchs of the Werewolf race also felt the fur standing up all over their bodies, restlessly shifting their weight.

After sending Varkliss packing, Gu Yechen stood before the Minotaurs again, spreading his hands to continue playing the mystic, deceiving this group who had been captured since childhood but had never forgotten the information inherited in their bloodlines.

“My clansmen, I am the messenger sent by the Ancestor God to save you.”

“You have come to this strange expanse of stars, enduring untold suffering.”

“The Ancestor God has never forgotten your existence; he guided me to inherit the glorious Minotaur God bloodline, becoming a glorious Minotaur!”

“The Ancestor God bestowed this bloodline upon me and gave me a mission: I am here to lead you back to our homeland and, along the way, punish these damned foreign races!”

“As for my name, you may call me—”

After a moment of contemplation, Gu Yechen used a body-shifting magic technique, transforming himself into a massive Minotaur nearly nine meters tall.

He boomed in a deep, resonant voice, “My name is Dong You!”

Within Gu Yechen’s Sea of Consciousness, a golden star circling the Tai Chi vortex twitched angrily.

All the Minotaurs stared blankly at the nine-meter-tall Gu Yechen, falling to their knees in reverence. To these simple-minded Minotaurs, the larger and more immense a clansman, the more powerful and great they were. The nine-meter-tall Gu Yechen was absolutely a figure on the level of the legendary Temple Guards.

They simultaneously raised their hands, slamming their horns hard against the ground, and shouted in unison:

“You You!”