If he had originally harbored some dissatisfaction toward Ye Xiwen, then after Ye Xiwen slaughtered so many Myth Realm Experts, he had completely fallen in line.
Especially those three Peak Myth Realm existences— to him, they were figures straight out of myth and legend. Though they were all in the Myth Realm, the gap between them was as vast as heaven and earth; they could not be mentioned in the same breath at all.
Such figures were practically no different from gods, yet even they had fallen into Ye Xiwen's hands—and suffered crushing defeats at that. One could well imagine how great a shock this had dealt him. How could he still dare harbor any disloyal thoughts toward Ye Xiwen?
The matter of crossing the tribulation had frightened him even more. Which person capable of stepping into the Myth Realm was not a heaven-shaking, earth-moving genius? The tribulations they crossed were all Variant Heavenly Tribulations, but compared to Ye Xiwen's, his own Variant Heavenly Tribulation was like a witch doctor before a great sorcerer—utterly not on the same level.
A heavenly tribulation that unleashed earth, fire, water, wind, and every kind of law at once—let alone seeing it, he had never even heard of such a thing. Thus, he had no way of discerning what kind of heavenly tribulation Ye Xiwen was facing.
But there was one thing he knew: a person like this was surely a peerless talent of an age. His future achievements would be limitless. Perhaps he might truly step into the realm of gods and become an immortal, undying deity.
If that happened, then following such a peerless talent would naturally bring no small benefits. It was far better than struggling bitterly on his own.
To outsiders, he was a Myth Realm Expert who could summon