"What heaven?"
"Guan Zizai Heaven..."
The gazes of the ten thousand-plus powerhouses at the An Clan assembly shifted from Li Tianming's seven Astral Realms, which contained three souls, to An Dingtian, the Clan Emperor at the very top. Everyone's eyes flashed, their scalps tingling.
"What did the Clan Emperor mean by 'Seven Stars Shine, Guan Zizai Heaven'?"
"No idea, but judging by his tone and expression, it must be something extraordinary..."
It was plain to see that everyone, from the youths of the distant clan branches below to An Tianji, An Qing, and the others above, wore deeply bewildered expressions. Clearly, none of them understood the true meaning behind those words.
Only An Dingtian, Third Granduncle "An Lutian," Sixth Great-Aunt "An Xuetian," and An Luan wore exceedingly grave expressions. Their faces seemed sealed behind a barrier, revealing emotions too profound to fathom.
"Is this kid really that heaven-defying?"
Beyond the Imperial Gate, Li Tianming's seven Astral Realms still remained. All seven had fused into one, shining with dazzling brilliance.
As for Silver Dust, Ji Ji, and Xixi's three Astral Realms, there was no need to reveal them. Especially Silver Dust—no one even knew those insects were connected to Li Tianming.
"In the Guan Zizai Realm, nearly every Star Realm Clan possesses only one innate natal Astral Realm. Star Realm Clans with two are legends, and three are practically extinct... Yet he alone has seven Astral Realms. What kind of concept is that?" An Tianji clicked his tongue, frozen in a daze.
Not to mention him—even An Ning herself felt her heart rising and falling wildly at that moment, as though it had truly been violently "rammed."
She had merely wanted Li Tianming to reveal four Astral Realms, so her grandfather could see for himself the nature of Astral Realms and