Roar of the Supreme Warrior

"She's currently in the sect. Please enter."

Every disciple of the Mount Snow Sect was very respectful toward him for the man was none other than Yermolai Devereux, the disciple of the Omnipotent Lord. Not only that, but he was also a Macrocosm Ancestral God who cultivated ten Paths. As such, he held a high status in the First Universe. As a prodigy, he was not interested in any woman except for Quanesha Samara. The moment he lay his eyes on her, he was captivated by her beauty and would frequently visit the Mount Snow Sect to find her. Yermolai returned the warm greetings with a smile and casually tossed some Genesis Stones to them.

"The Ancestral Cloud Master sure is generous!"

"Indeed, he would give us treasures every time he's here."

"If Master can join forces with him, the Mount Snow Sect would surely reach even greater heights."

"I don't know what Master is thinking. It would be a waste not to accept such a fine gentleman."

The disciples who received presents were delighted. At the same time, they wondered why Quanesha was so repulsed by Yermolai.

Yermolai entered the familiar Mount Snow Sect and walked straight toward the spiritual mountain where Quanesha resided.

By the cliff of the spiritual mountain where Quanesha lived...

Quanesha was sitting on a pink stone. A faint breeze stirred, and her dress and black flowy hair fluttered in the air. As she gazed at the spiritual mountain before her, her expression was one of consternation. She had no idea how much longer Forty-nine intended to stay, and she only hoped that he would leave as soon as possible. That was because her master was no longer around, and she wished to protect the place to preserve her memory of him.

"Quanesha."

At that moment, a voice came. Upon hearing the voice, a disgusted expression appeared on Quanesha's face as she leaped from the stone and landed steadily on the ground. As she looked at Yermolai who was walking toward her, her expression was ice-cold. "What are you doing here?"

Her expression was as cold as the glaciers.

Yermolai said smilingly, "The conference is about to begin. I'm here to bring you there."

"No need for that."

She said coldly.

Yermolai had already gotten used to her coldness. The more apathetic she was, the more interested he grew, and the more he wished to conquer this woman. "By the way..."

Yermolai said smilingly, "Once the universes merge, I will request my master to grant you significant benefits. You will be allowed to administer a corner of the universe."

The Omnipotent Lord had been preparing for the consolidation of the universe for many years. He had proposed the idea time and again, and all preparations had been made. As the disciple of the Omnipotent Lord, Vermolai knew what was going on behind the scenes. Once the universes merged, the newly-formed universe would be divided into

regions. Each region would have an administrator who would assist the Lord in managing the new universe.

"If there's nothing else, please leave." Quanesha ordered him to leave.

Seeing that she had been gazing at a spiritual mountain, Yermolai followed her gaze. As this was not the first time he was here, he knew~~~ about the spiritual mountain. He knew that this was a restricted area of the Mount Snow Sect. Apart from Quanesha, no other disciples were allowed to enter. Intrigued, he asked smilingly, "What's in the spiritual mountain over there, Quanesha?"

"Nothing."

Quanesha said coldly. She was extremely antagonistic toward him

because she knew that her master perished at his scheming hands. However, as this was the First

Universe, she could not demonstrate her hostility overtly. Otherwise, she would not be able able to survive this long. She never forgot about avenging James. However, at her current strength, she was no match for Yermolai, not to mention he had the Omnipotent Lord backing him.