To swap out the Fate Dao mark and thereby break the order of fate – this was the solution the divine throne came up with.

Since this bunch wasn't worried about dying because of the Fate Dao mark, their confidence just needed to be broken and they would naturally confess.

The head of the black shadow men was bewildered and uncertain. He didn't doubt what the divine throne said at all. Based on the powerful divinity it was radiating, the head was aware that he wasn't this thing's match. The boost from the Fate Dao mark greatly increased their strength in combat, but what kind of hallowed thing was this divine chair?

"Back then we were persecuted and remained buried in the earth for hundreds of years… It wasn't easy for us to come back to life, and we just want to serve our master and live well. Please don't cut off the only path we have," the head of the black shadow men begged after an internal struggle.

"Very good."

The divine throne laughed. "So tell me first: who on earth is the