More than seven days had passed since Xiao Ling shattered the shackles of the Dou Di Realm atop Soul Realm Peak and wiped out the once-mighty Hun Clan with a wave of his hand.
These seven days were the most tumultuous the entire Dou Qi Continent had seen in ten thousand years, while the Central Plains had become the core vortex of the world.
After ten thousand years of silence, the legend of the Dou Di had long since become a vague imprint in ancient texts. Yet now, a living Dou Di had emerged from nowhere and swept away the calamity of the Hun Clan with overwhelming force. The shock had already swept through every corner of the continent.
Whether they were powers entrenched within Ancient Ruins of the Central Plains, top-tier sects, or small city-states and minor families scattered across the four regions, the leaders and sect masters of countless forces large and small put aside all their affairs and hurried day and night toward Starfall Pavilion in the heart of the Central Plains.
For a time, carriages crowded the area outside Starfall Pavilion, and streams of people flowed without end. Dou Zuns and Dou Sheng experts, ordinarily difficult to encounter, could be seen everywhere. People from every faction gathered here with reverence and hopes of currying favor, all for the chance to glimpse the newly ascended Dou Di, Xiao Ling, and offer their respect to the continent's supreme expert in pursuit of a sliver of opportunity and protection.
The surroundings of Starfall Pavilion were teeming with people and bustling with activity, yet the faint Emperor's Might lingering in the air kept anyone from making too much noise, presenting a grand scene of worship.
In streets and alleyways, teahouses and taverns—wherever people gathered, there was only one topic of