As more and more details of the battle were revealed, many people with ulterior motives grew increasingly terrified. Ye Xiwen's mighty name spread deep into every corner of the Ancient Wasteland. After this battle, heaven and earth trembled; the battle in the distant cosmos had shaken the entire Ancient Wasteland. Ye Xiwen's divine might surged vast and boundless—who could contend with him?
With such a glorious record, who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him?
He had yet to attain the Dao, yet before attaining the Dao, he had already accomplished things that even ordinary Dao-attaining experts could not achieve.
In that battle, as a demigod, he had slain two gods in succession. Such strength, such achievements, could absolutely be called immortalized in the annals of history. No one could ignore an existence like this.
Throughout ancient and modern times, such examples had never been common.
Moreover, these were matters spoken of by the Abyssal Demon Lord and the God Alliance Leader themselves, adding several degrees of credibility. Existences as proud as them disdained lying about such matters; there was simply no need.
The entire Ancient Wasteland was restless. Everyone realized that for Ye Xiwen, attaining the Dao was likely only a matter of time. No one doubted any longer whether Ye Xiwen could attain the Dao.
There was nothing to say about it. The only questions were when he would attain the Dao, in what manner he would attain it, and where he would attain it.
Likewise, everyone realized that their cultivation had never been wrong. Ye Xiwen's existence told them exactly this: they had not erred, and their path was viable.
Though countless years had already passed, this road to longevity remained correct.
The entire Ancient Wasteland submitted beneath Ye Xiwen's feet. No one could resist a god,