As the gates of the Heavenly Dao Tower opened, streaks of light shot into the sky from all directions. Like carp swimming upstream, they surged toward the ancient stone gate.
They were all prodigies from the various top forces of the Eastern Profound Region.
Every one of them possessed a powerful aura and an extraordinary bearing. They were unrivaled talents among their respective sects and clans.
However, when their gazes touched the purple-gold figure suspended high in the sky like a deity, traces of fear and solemnity involuntarily surfaced in their eyes.
Dong Sheng Yi!
That name was like a great mountain pressing down on the hearts of all the prodigies of the same generation, making it difficult for them to breathe.
Dong Sheng Yi did not hurry to enter the Heavenly Dao Tower.
He still stood with his hands behind his back atop the Golden War Chariot, looking down at the "ants" swarming into the tower with an indifferent gaze. A disdainful curve tugged at the corners of his lips.
It was as if, in his eyes, entering the Heavenly Dao Tower together with these people was an insult to his status.
He would wait until they had all entered before going in himself.
This was absolute confidence and arrogance rooted deep in his bones!
Xiao Yang did not move either. Mingling among the crowd, he watched the scene with interest.
He sure knows how to put on a show, he silently commented.
However, his opponent truly had the capital to put on such a display.
With Holy Lord-level cultivation and the supreme inheritance of the Eastern Emperor Hall, his strength was probably no weaker than that of an ordinary Quasi Emperor.
Just then, Xiao Yang's gaze was suddenly drawn to another figure.
It was a young monk in