At Least Ten Supreme Treasures?

With one sword startling the insects from hibernation, Li Yaozu departed into the distance. Fresh snow covered the marks of Li Yaozu's sword and Northern Dipper True Person's blood. Northern Dipper True Person's despairing cry before his fall awakened the bone-deep chill within the warm winter. The Heavenly Palace remained deathly silent.

Those cultivators who had initially planned to wait for an opportunity after Li Yaozu's arrival suddenly realized that before they had even had time to think, the outcome had already been set in stone.

"Too fast..."

Wu Neng walked to the place where Northern Dipper True Person had fallen. Squatting down, he scooped up a clump of snow mixed with dirt and blood. He could not suppress the shock in his eyes. What came from his mouth might well have been the voice of every great power in the Heavenly Palace.

Ahei behind him said nothing. Every word in his heart trembled within his shaking hands.

Yes.

It had been too fast!

As a trusted subordinate nurtured by Min Youguo, he stood among the best of those in the Union with the Dao Realm. He dared say that his own strength was no weaker than that of the mightiest batch of Heavenly Immortals. Yet there were always greater people beyond people, greater heavens beyond heaven. When powerful Union with the Dao Realm experts from those hermit forces rumored to have endured since the dawn of heaven and earth appeared, even the last remnants of arrogance in his heart had vanished.

He had personally witnessed the Seventh Chosen of the Heaven-Chosen Divine Sect, while carrying out a mission beyond its gates, slaughter a Heavenly Immortal. That had been a formidable enemy. Yet such a person had personally told him that with every higher-ranked Chosen One, their strength became even