At this moment, Lin Qian stood in front of a lake, silently observing.

To outsiders, the lake before him seemed like an ordinary stretch of water.

But looming above the entire lake were spatial fluctuations,

the illusion realm and barrier technique were exceedingly sophisticated, far surpassing the current Upper Realm level, yet in Lin Qian's eyes, they were quite crude.

It's not that his understanding of arrays has become more formidable than in the past; it is merely his profound strength, coupled with being a master, that allows him to do so with ease.

"Let's go!" Lin Qian beckoned to Zhao Long beside him, then took a step, walking into the lake ahead.

As Lin Qian's figure approached the lake, an invisible force began to emerge.

This force carried a kind of alluring meaning, delving into the depths of his soul, attempting to entice his thoughts outward from the lake.

However, with Lin Qian's potent soul energy, this mere array's allure could not sway his will.

The soul strength of Zhao Long beside him was also incredibly formidable, naturally leaving him unmoved.

As they fully approached the lake, intense fluctuations suddenly struck, generating a powerful repulsive force.

Moreover, the spatial waves layered one upon another, wrapping around Lin Qian's body.

This force seemed to want to push Lin Qian and Zhao Long outside, moving them a minuscule distance.

Even just this was enough to see the grandeur of the one who set up the array, employing spatial movement.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on Lin Qian's face; from this, it was apparent that a big fish was here.

When the intense spatial waves swept over Lin Qian and Zhao Long's bodies, they were instantly severed by the distorted power emanating from him.

The array power that shrouded the lake dissolved into nothingness, yet the array peculiarly continued to operate.

If it were a more powerful array, Lin Qian might have been troubled, but this Upper Realm array posed no difficulty for him.

This is the domineering power of Lin Qian now, as a master.

With Zhao Long in tow, Lin Qian stepped directly into the lake's center, and the power supporting them abruptly vanished.

Subsequently, he and Zhao Long sank into the lake's waters.

Lin Qian and Zhao Long's figures descended, the increasing pressure becoming overwhelming, cold, and dark, entering the gloom.

Yet, not long after, beneath the lake in the deep darkness, light began to gradually appear.

As the flickering white light incessantly emerged, Lin Qian and Zhao Long's figures relaxed, appearing in another world.

Attached to the Upper Realm, a small world.

The environment here was remarkably good, lush and verdant; as soul consciousness spread around, Lin Qian's gaze instantly turned cold.

This vast small world harbors numerous Netherworld Clan members, besides the familiar Four-Eyed Spirit Clan and Eight-Eyed Divine Race, including the Jinshi Clan and Gangxuan Clan within the Netherworld Clan.

These clans thrive and strengthen themselves in this small world.

Yet, what truly angered Lin Qian internally was the fact that this small world imprisoned numerous races.

Among these races were the Human Clan, the Ape Clan, and the Good Pulse Immortal Clan, but conspicuously missing was the Dominant Pulse Immortal Clan.

Even a fool could deduce why this situation occurred.

"Let's go!" Lin Qian's tone was icy, filled with murderous intent, and his figure instantly vanished on the spot.

Feeling the sovereign's anger, Zhao Long's blood also boiled, following closely behind his lord.

Understanding the sovereign's emotions, Zhao Long knew that today, a grand massacre was imminent.

When Lin Qian's figure reappeared, he was already in front of a castle.

Though called a castle, it had no walls.

At least for the Netherworld Clan, walls were unnecessary; this small world was entirely their territory, no enemies could invade, thus needing no walls.

As for the various races in this small world, they were merely their slaves, nothing to worry about, were they?

At this moment, before Lin Qian and Zhao Long lay an expansive range of buildings, with many Netherworld Clan members moving about within.

In their hands were chains forged from dark soul ore, fastened around the necks of many races.

These people walked with bent figures, like lowly pets.

In the eyes of these Netherworld Clan members, the myriad races of the heavens were nothing more than their pets, their slaves.

Seeing the situation unfold, the fury in Lin Qian's chest was about to erupt.

"Hmm, in that direction, there seems to be another human," suddenly spoke a Netherworld Clan member in the castle, astonished, pointing forward.

At this moment, many of the Netherworld Clan on the road also turned their heads to look towards Lin Qian and Zhao Long.

Their faces were similarly filled with astonishment.

A free-moving human in this small world; how could that be possible?

Seeing the young human's well-dressed appearance, emitting an aura that clearly wasn't cheap, it was impossible that an ordinary slave human could wear such garments.

On the other side, Zhao Long, clad in black dragon silver armor, was also eye-catching, fully armed in a way they thought no slave or pet human should be permitted.

"Daring to stand, courting death!" The onlooking Netherworld Clan members wore looks of disdain, gazing at Lin Qian and Zhao Long, speaking with contempt, hurling insults.

In their minds, a lowly race like the Human Clan should not stand, had no right to do so.

The Human Clan should hunch over, nodding humbly, like a dog.

At this point, one of the Netherworld Clan suddenly produced a long whip, swinging it towards Lin Qian and Zhao Long.

Simultaneously, his voice rang out loudly: "Whose slave has come out untied, letting them run around, if they bump into someone, what then?"

As this Netherworld Clan member shouted, his long whip in hand, whistling as it lashed towards Lin Qian.

Lin Qian's expression was icy, motionless, and beside him, Zhao Long was already boiling with rage.