What is your name?
Great Sun Sword Son spoke his first words.
In that instant, the Cosmic Star River came to a standstill.
There was no power of divine sense or spells—merely a voice, merely will—and this stretch of sky and earth froze solid.
This was the Immortal Path Crown Prince of the Human Race.
This was the blossoming of the human path, the great, cold, and cruel human path!
The endless history of humanity reflected the universe's past and future. At this moment, it was stirred, stirred before a particular opponent; words were spoken, and the law followed.
There was no power, no rules wrapped around him. He had merely stirred it.
Because throughout the ages, the strong of the Human Race had never needed such things!
One hand suppressing all beneath heaven, standing alone.
That was enough.
"Human Race Heavenly Dao..."
Immortal Artifact Son's pupils contracted.
He recognized quality when he saw it.
He knew what this phenomenon was. A powerful ominous sign rose in his heart, and he sensed danger from this Youth in Green Robes, whose mana, magical treasures, and divine sense were all inferior to his own.
Yet!
Why could this person stir the Human Race Heavenly Dao?
His strength had clearly not reached that level.
Immortal Artifact Son did not answer Great Sun Sword Son's question for a long time.
Around them, nearly ten billion Flesh and Blood Furnace Dao Soldiers and dozens of Artifact Sect Inheritance Disciples spread out a demonic world of flaming furnaces. The Eighth-Order Military Formation grew rapidly stronger every instant, devouring the surrounding Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth with every breath to generate ever more profound rules.
"Hm? Not talking?"
"Are you mute?"
A trace of scarlet gradually emerged in Great Sun Sword Son's clear black-and-white eyes.
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