A golden imperial figure stood behind Bai Yang, wearing a robe embroidered with nine dragons and a flat-topped crown. His face was indistinct. His left hand rested behind his back, while his right was held in front of him, seeming to hold something. He tilted his head slightly toward the sky.
The figure did not look particularly imposing, and he was only a phantom. Yet as he stood there, he seemed to be the center of the entire world. Everything else paled before him!
An indescribable aura surrounded him. Even as a mere figure, he was impossible for anyone to look at directly. In his presence, people felt inferior and insignificant, and an urge to prostrate themselves before him rose in their hearts.
That was the Great Emperor Tianyuan—or rather, to be precise, it was merely an image of the Great Emperor Tianyuan. It could not even be considered a clone; at most, it was a wisp of his aura.
And yet, that wisp of the Great Emperor Tianyuan's aura had taken the form of an image and blocked a strike from Winged Supreme Being for Bai Yang!
Was the Great Emperor Tianyuan strong?
The answer was yes. He was very strong!
Anyone who mentioned the Great Emperor Tianyuan would give that answer, but no one had any clear idea of just how strong he was. The fact that a mere wisp of his aura had blocked Winged Supreme Being's strike was enough to show how terrifying he was.
And he was only at the Heavenly Emperor level. That was the most important thing!
With cultivation at the Heavenly Emperor level, he had blocked Winged Supreme Being's strike with nothing but a wisp of aura. That was the Great Emperor Tianyuan—the Great Emperor Tianyuan who had suppressed the myriad races