Big Brother, Thanks for the Hard Work

A terrifying storm tornado stretched from heaven to earth.

Its destructive power was enough to swallow everything around it.

The White-robed Youth walked straight into the storm.

Myriad divine lights blazed a path before him, while the mysterious Astonishing Spirit Body circulated endlessly.

The prodigies felt as though they were witnessing a divine king descend upon the world. That supreme divine might made them tremble—a tremble born from the very level of life itself. Had they not been peerless prodigies themselves, the mere aura spreading from him would have made their legs go weak and forced them to kneel.

"This An Lang... is no simple person..."

"I thought Qingyue was protecting him. I was wrong—ridiculously wrong..."

The prodigies felt as though they had been slapped across the face. That White-robed Youth, stunning as an immortal, was someone far beyond them!

The unrivaled, heaven-covering divine might erupting from the youth alone was already beyond anything they could compare to.

A prodigy who had once stood proudly above an entire region looked at the youth, divine as a god and immortal as a celestial, his eyes reddening slightly. "This world is too vast—so vast that it drives people to despair..."

The prodigies beside him fell silent.

They all knew that he was not merely saying the world was vast. He meant that there were simply too many geniuses in this world.

They, too, had been the foremost prodigies of their clans and sects, their names once resounding across countless starfields.

They had once believed themselves to be the protagonists of this era. Filled with fighting spirit, they had come to the Myriad Realms Grand Competition, hoping to ascend to the very summit through this competition.

But this world was simply too, too vast.

There were far too many monstrous talents.

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