The Return of a Mighty Figure

Late at night.

A huge cruise ship stopped on the sea surface.

On the cruise ship, a young, beautiful woman with a cold and aloof temperament rested her hand on the railing and looked at the pitch-black sea surface, lost in a daze for a long time.

"Miss, the ceremony is about to start."

An elderly man who looked like a butler walked over and said respectfully.

Lin Mengyao remained silent for a long time before she softly opened her mouth.

"Uncle Fu, you tell me, is there really a Sea Dragon King?"

"Even if there is one, majestic as a deity, how could he care about the life and death of a mere mortal like me?"

Uncle Fu's mouth moved, left speechless.

Lin Mengyao gave a bitter smile, desolate and forlorn.

Yet just at that moment, suddenly a fierce sea wind blew, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the pitch-black night sky was illuminated as bright as day.

Lin Mengyao raised her head, then saw a scene she would never forget in her lifetime.

She only saw that above the firmament, the sky seemed to have been ripped apart by someone's bare hands.

Beneath the illumination of the thunder and lightning, a blurry human figure stepped down from the heavens, resembling a deity of the nine heavens.

Although it was merely an instant and the miraculous phenomenon vanished, the sky then returned to calmness.

Yet Lin Mengyao's little mouth was shocked to the point that she could no longer close it.

"Uncle Fu, did you see that just now?"

"In the sky, there was a person!"

"Miss, stop letting your imagination run wild." Uncle Fu shook his head and sighed.

A person, how could they possibly appear in the sky?

The miss's condition was growing increasingly severe.

Lin Mengyao was startled, her bright eyes losing their luster.

Was her vision playing tricks on her?

With a desolate smile, Lin Mengyao was absent-minded and soul-deprived as she followed Uncle Fu into the cabin.

Yet deep within her mind, that figure surrounded by lightning who had stepped down from the heavens could no longer be shaken off.

Swish!

Just as Lin Mengyao left, at the spot where she had previously stood, a figure appeared out of thin air.

"Earth, I, Ye Tian, have returned!"

Ye Tian stood firmly at the bow of the ship, his figure as straight as a long spear.

His resolute face had distinct angles, and his deep gaze was like the stars of the universe, sharp and weathered, as though he could pierce through everything.

Looking at the surging waves rolling below, Ye Tian's mood could not calm down for a long time.

He had truly succeeded.

For a thousand years, he had tenaciously survived in the Immortal Realm where lives were like ants and strength was supreme.

Beginning his cultivation from a mere mortal, he rose step by step, fought against the proud prodigies of various races, and finally became the supreme Heaven-Stepping Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm.

On that day, Ye Tian stepped upon the firmament, looked down upon the universe with disdain, and pressed the myriad races into submission, none daring to show disobedience.

Yet right under the watchful eyes of everyone, he tore open the firmament, reversed time and space, and returned to Earth at the risk of his soul scattering into nothingness.

It was solely because he held an obsession in his heart that he could not disperse.

Filial piety unfulfilled, vengeance unavenged.

How could he be resigned?

During his university years, Ye Tian started a business from scratch, and in the short span of five years, he founded Tiansheng Group with assets exceeding one hundred million.

He became a renowned young entrepreneur in Jiangnan City, with a future bright with boundless promise.

Yet on the day before his wedding, he encountered the betrayal of his sworn brother and his fiancée.

Not only did they ruin his reputation, murder the innocent, and saddle him with thousands of curses.

His former brother even cruelly tortured him, broke his limbs, and sank him into the ocean depths.

His fiancée announced to the outside world that Ye Tian had committed suicide out of fear of crime, taking possession of Tiansheng Group and snatching away everything belonging to Ye Tian.

Yet she did not know that by a fortuitous coincidence, Ye Tian had entered the Immortal Realm, undergone countless life-and-death battles, and become the supreme being of the Immortal Realm.

One thousand years of waiting, one thousand years of bitter fighting, all for this day of returning to Earth!

"Liu Hao, Wang Ting, you never imagined that I, Ye Tian, am still alive!" Ye Tian clenched both fists, his killing intent soaring to the heavens!

"Damn it, stinky beggar, hurry up and roll inside!"

"If you delay things, I'll finish you off!"

The scolding voice interrupted Ye Tian's train of thought.

He only saw that at the cabin entrance, a ruffian-like young man was pointing right at him and cursing loudly.

"Are you talking to me?" Ye Tian said coldly.

"Nonsense, apart from you stinky beggar, is there anyone else?"

"If you don't want to die, make it quick, moron!"

The young man looked at Ye Tian's clothes, which had been torn into complete rags by the gale winds within the space-time rift, with a face full of utter disgust.

Within Ye Tian's eyes, an icy chill flashed abruptly, and the surrounding temperature plummeted drastically.

He, a dignified Heaven-Stepping Immortal Emperor, stepped upon the nine heavens, shocked the universe, and commanded the submission of the myriad races—who dared to show him disrespect?

Ye Tian probed his palm through the void, and the young man's body abruptly flew to Ye Tian's side.

His neck was grabbed in a tight grip by Ye Tian.