By the time Ye Xiwen had slain all the Chief Sovereigns, three days and three nights had already passed. His aura had risen to an ultimate peak; no one had ever been as powerful as he was in this realm.
With every Chief Sovereign he slew, his aura grew a fraction stronger. It was a kind of momentum, and when that momentum had accumulated to a certain extent, it formed a vast and mighty tide that no one could stop.
The later it went, the more terrifying it became. Those Chief Sovereigns he had slain all became part of his great momentum. By the end, no Chief Sovereign could withstand more than a few of his moves.
There was even a moment when the illusion rose in his heart that beneath the heavens, there was not a single foe who could exchange even one move with him.
Though he knew it was merely an illusion, it was the surging momentum that gave him that sensation.
None could match him, and none could stand against him.
After all those Chief Sovereigns had been slain, he sat down cross-legged. Countless rules of the Heavenly Dao descended and poured into his body—or rather, they descended in a frenzy.
Those were Chief Sovereign-level laws. To cross that final threshold, this step was indispensable.
To upgrade all his laws into Chief Sovereign-level laws beneath the heavenly tribulation—the difficulty of it was easy to imagine.
There were Three Thousand Martial Daos within Ye Xiwen's body. He had relied on these Three Thousand Martial Daos to sweep through all before him, finding virtually no rival among Half-Step Chief Sovereigns. He could even contend with Chief Sovereigns through the Three Thousand Martial Daos. They were that powerful.
Yet now, they had become an obstacle to Ye Xiwen's attainment