Immortal light blossomed across the heavens. Lin Xuan stood in the sky with a blade in hand, unmatched in majesty.
An overwhelming pressure swept outward from Lin Xuan, making the thirty-eight people in Sha Yu's group drastically change expression. Fear began to spread through their hearts, gradually consuming their entire bodies.
The Nine Provinces were shaken. Countless people watched the scenes projected live into the Upper Realm, their emotions tangled beyond measure.
Countless living beings learned Lin Xuan's name. Now, upon seeing those radiant Twelve Rivers and the fine rain splashing down amid the dense mist, their already-shocked hearts were pushed to another peak.
"You..."
Sha Yu's expression was extraordinarily vivid. Shock and disbelief filled his heart, yet deep jealousy welled up in his eyes.
Twelve Rivers—the foundation of a supreme being—had appeared before him so casually.
He, Sha Yu, possessed peerless talent and had even been designated by the Feather Clan as a seed-level figure destined to lead the entire immortal race into promotion as an Immortal Imperial Clan. Yet reaching Ten Rivers and Eleven Rivers had cost him untold resources and hardship.
The immortal sea he had painstakingly cultivated had collapsed beneath the hammering of secret arts. He had endured suffering that ordinary people could scarcely bear, breaking through his limits step by step.
Yet in this mere lower realm, a mortal had effortlessly surpassed him.
Proud Sha Yu's state of mind immediately fell out of balance.
"It's... Twelve Rivers!"
Xiangba's eyes were filled with confusion, his feelings incomparably complicated. Suddenly, faint regret coiled around his heart.
Perhaps... he should not have strengthened that foundation. He should have waited until Lin Xuan entered the Upper Realm, then crushed him with overwhelming force.
At that moment, the corners of Lin Xuan's lips curved upward. Sha Yu and the others'