Senior Sisters, I don't Want to Work Hard Anymore!

In the eyes of the Heavenly Realm's high-ranking officials during its peak, intelligent races like the Rahu Demon Clan were nothing more than servants.

Back then, even their masters, the Silent Moon Clan, were beaten to the brink of extinction by the Ancient Heavenly Realm, which gave the Rahu Demon Clan the chance to break free from their chains, grow stronger, and eventually turn against their masters.

Even so, the brutal war between the Rahu Demon Clan and the Silent Moon Clan dragged on for countless years, only recently coming to a conclusion.

Although the current strength of the Heavenly Realm cannot compare to the Ancient era, Qing Muling doesn't feel the need to show any kindness to the Rahu Demon Clan, who are also in an unprecedentedly weakened state. He is confident he can defeat them.

"...It seems, fellow Daoist, you are determined to refuse the face-saving gesture?"

The Rahu Saint Ancestor stared at Qing Muling for a moment, expressionless.

Qing Muling chuckled, "Perhaps. But I feel you have the air of a petty person who has gained power. A former slave race, now lucky enough to gain a status and authority that doesn't belong to you, and you're already getting carried away?"

"Unfortunately, today I will show you with my actions that a slave is still a slave. Don't think you can easily become the master!"

With that, without any visible movement from Qing Muling, the laws of time and space around the Rahu Saint Ancestor instantly froze.

Before the Rahu Saint Ancestor's avatar could react, Qing Muling's gaze traveled back through the river of time, seeing the Rahu Saint Ancestor in its early growth stages several kalpas ago.

At that time, it was just one of the many new generation elites in the Rahu Demon Clan, listening to the teachings of the clan elders in the sacred land, its individual strength insignificant in Qing Muling's eyes.

Even though the Rahu Saint Ancestor took many protective measures regarding its past after attaining the Dao and becoming a saint, shielding all information related to itself in the river of time to prevent being plotted against by opponents of the same level, it couldn't stop Qing Muling's methods.

"Return to silence!"

Qing Muling said softly, as a chaotic sword energy formed by the Blue Lotus phantom swept across, severing the Rahu Saint Ancestor's vitality.

The Rahu Saint Ancestor's avatar let out a heart-wrenching roar, its aura rapidly declining, and in an instant, it was imprisoned by chains formed from chaotic starlight, dragged into the depths of the Blue Lotus phantom, never to be heard from again.

In a distant, mysterious altar with a bizarre style, the true form of the Rahu Saint Ancestor sat in meditation, comprehending mysteries. The sudden attack from the void caused its face to change drastically, spewing a mouthful of dark golden blood, its aura plummeting.

"Damn it..."

The true form of the Rahu Saint Ancestor cursed with a livid face, suddenly jumping up, its body glowing brilliantly, its divine abilities operating at their peak to resist the mysterious attack from the void.

In an instant, thousands of powerful divine spells were cast in succession, for defense, healing, shielding from heavenly secrets, severing cause and effect... all in an effort to escape Qing Muling's divine power lock.