Shen Fan had never seen the full power of a True Lord, but now he had witnessed an extremely incomplete version of it.
He was shaken to the core.
"What in the world is that robe? The patterns carved into it look like the convergence of ten thousand Daos—ancient and mysterious, ancient and powerful!
Could this be the so-called power of a True Lord?
How terrifying!"
With talent on the level of a Chaos True Spirit, Shen Fan was far more sensitive to the Dao than others, which was why he could see things most people could not.
What he didn't know was that what Yumu had displayed wasn't the true power of a True Lord.
A true True Lord was the sovereign of ten thousand Daos beneath the Supreme Rule, an existence so great that even the Supreme Rule would cast down a sliver of its attention upon them.
They had to undergo the Supreme Rule's baptism, earn its recognition, and have their names inscribed in the Source of Rules.
A True Lord had already begun to reign over ten thousand Daos. They stood at the threshold of mastering the Supreme Rule and possessed the "King's Crown" and "King's Robe," forged from the Supreme Rule itself. No matter how heaven-defying a True Realm powerhouse might be, they could never stand against one.
Though Yumu had barely set one foot into the realm of True Lords while burning his bloodline, he had neither undergone the Supreme Rule's baptism nor earned its recognition, and his name had not been inscribed in the Source of Rules.
He wasn't even qualified to forge a King's Crown; all he'd managed was to barely weave a King's Robe!
But even so, no True Realm powerhouse could afford to provoke him.
With the King's Robe, unless