Endless, boundless power surged down from the top of the steps like a towering waterfall, intent on crushing the climber and forcing him back.
Wang Xuan's expression remained unchanged as he ascended, one step at a time.
Across the Otherworld, Primordial Demon Cities stood silently upon the land.
The Stone Being powerhouses among the royal clan players coldly watched everything unfolding on the stone steps. Not one intervened.
In their eyes, as long as their own interests remained unharmed, it did not matter if every Otherworld Progenitor perished and every living creature in the Otherworld was slaughtered.
At worst, they could withdraw their entire clan from the Otherworld and relocate to the Primordial Heaven Realm.
There, too, royal clan players held territories of mountains and rivers.
What truly concerned them was how powerful this Ancestral Dragon, who had appeared out of nowhere, really was—and whether he could truly contend with the progenitors.
That was the crucial matter behind the Royal Clan's watchful stance, one that would affect the balance of power across the heavens.
"They're dead... Three Supreme Ancestral Gods, dead just like that?"
"What realm has this Ancestral Dragon from the Nine Provinces reached?"
"When the Martial Ancestor climbed the stone steps back then, his body had already begun splitting apart at that point... Why does he still look so utterly untroubled?"
Countless creatures of the Otherworld watched through various means. After their shock came irrepressible killing intent and profound bewilderment.
Wang Xuan did not pause.
One step, two steps, three steps...
He passed twenty-seven steps in succession.
The pressure pouring down from the summit grew ever more terrifying.
The mountain-sized steps now resembled a burning sun, radiating unimaginably scorching flames. Terrifying beams of killing light also erupted from them and slashed downward.
Yet whether flames or killing light,