Duan Ying had become a saint, breaking through by first being broken.
A peerless aura radiated from him, making many people nearby retreat in alarm:
"A Saint King! That's a Saint King!"
"An Invincible Saint King has emerged!"
He seemed even more formidable and intimidating than their own Ancestor. How could he have only just become a saint?
It was simply unheard of.
Some of the older figures recalled Duan Ying's transformation moments earlier, their expressions grave. "A forbidden art that uses one's life as the price?"
"Who could have imagined such an extreme technique existed?"
"This is a technique with nine deaths and no hope of survival. He actually mastered it while trapped in a desperate situation."
In the starry sky, Duan Ying walked toward them one step at a time.
A sacred radiance flowed over him. His body was pristine white, like that of a newborn, while wisps of aura circled him, pure and transcendent.
He was truly extraordinary!
No one knew what divine art he had used. It was like undergoing a great nirvana, an astonishing transformation.
His cultivation, strength, will, and physique had all improved—and by an astonishing degree.
An innate pressure surrounded him. Wherever he went, cultivators gave him a wide berth, their eyes filled with awe.
First Li Ye, and now Duan Ying.
Just as everyone was bursting with excitement, Silver Tree Star dimmed and gradually vanished.
Even the Heavenly Array could no longer reflect it.
An entire planet had simply evaporated.
People looked at one another, their expressions strange.
Had they been scared off?
In the eyes of Silver Tree Star's people, one Li Ye, who could defeat all opponents in the saint realm, had already emerged. Now they had another prodigy, Duan Ying. Surely there were powerful experts in this