"Everyone, rise!"
A Sage stood above all beneath him; all else was but illusion.
Standing before these dozens of Undying Ancient Gods, Li Yun truly felt as though he sat high in the ninefold heavens, receiving the worship of a swarm of ants.
But he had no desire to crush those ants on a whim.
For one simple reason.
He had once been an ant himself.
They bore him no grudge, and he bore them none. There was no need.
A Sage's words carried the authority of heaven; what he spoke became law.
At his words, the dozens of Undying Ancient Gods instinctively rose.
With a thought, Li Yun summoned a mass of white light behind him. It shaped itself into a divine throne.
He sat down.
Only then did an aura spread from him, as though it could anchor all ages, so real it made their heads spin. The dozens of Undying Ancient Gods trembled to their cores and could not help trying to kneel and kowtow again.
But with another thought from Li Yun, they found they could not kneel.
"No need to kneel."
"I want to know what's changed in the Primordial Land. Who can tell me?"
The Undying Ancient Gods were horrified.
A Sage—a genuine Sage—was asking them about the Primordial Land? It was inconceivable. Could this Sage really have only just arrived?
If so, those two from the Rainveil Family had died a terribly unjust death.
It had been eight million years since the dense fog over the Primordial Land dispersed.
Over those eight million years, countless people had arrived from all manner of Boundary Seas.
Yet the true Sages had sensed the change early and reached the Primordial Land long ago.
Those who arrived later were usually Undying Ancient Gods, and the later they