Gu Mingyue really did want to take Zhang Chen under his command. For him, if a Tenth Tier bloodline powerhouse could join his banner, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.
The Divine Spirit Dao ultimately has its flaws. Cultivators who rise by relying on Incense Faith have unstable foundations in the end, easily shackled by Incense.
Zhang Chen ignored Gu Mingyue's words and instead turned his head, his eyes staring at that twisted void in the distance. There, countless evil beings on the verge of emerging were crashing against space. A thought rose in his heart: "If I can completely suppress them and imprison them in the Ice Hell, then whether I pick up Skills from them or refine and devour them, it will all be a huge tonic for me."
Greed stirred in Zhang Chen's heart, but wanting to suppress those evil beings and lock them one by one into the Ice Hell was not a simple matter.
