In this place, he was subjected to terrifying suppression. Just as the rumors said, apart from those with the Tyrant Body, everyone else was treated as an outsider and could gain nothing.
The man's black hair flew wildly, his gaze cold as lightning. Like a demon, he carried an air of being the sole sovereign over the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, radiating an invincible might that could suppress all ages!
Unfortunately, it was ultimately only an imprint rather than his true body manifesting. He could not leave the Great Tomb and merely stood within the hollow space in the mountain's belly. Even so, he was terrifying beyond measure.
Someone with Azure Heaven Tyrant Blood flowing through his veins had died over a hundred thousand years ago, yet the imprint he left behind was still so peerlessly domineering that the world's heroes could not help but sigh in admiration.
Since ancient times, who knew how many people had come here to pay their respects? All of them had been shaken, and one could imagine the supreme might of his true body in the past.
Ye Fan's eyes grew ever deeper. Suns, moons, stars, and rivers of stars rose and vanished within them, while Chaos swirled. Under the immense suppression of the Great Dao, he gained insight and peered into the source.
At his level, he needed not only battles of life and death drenched in blood. At times, he also needed to "settle" in silence. Walking among mountains, rivers, and all living things, moving through the mortal world—every kind of experience could bring him tremendous gains.
The Tyrant Body was the Sacred Body's ancient nemesis. Suppressed by its Great Dao laws, Ye Fan's golden blood began to boil. Silently enduring it here was also a form of cultivation.
He stared