Fifteen Minutes

True God Realm, Myriad Realms Imperial City.

The battle had ended. Chu Tian returned from the Spirit God Realm, his golden battle boots stepping onto the bricks of Myriad Realms Imperial City. Every step made the Ten-Layer Origin Patterns on the city walls flicker faintly.

His body had become so powerful that even the True God Realm's space could no longer bear it. He was forcibly suppressing his realm, and at any moment, he could erupt like a volcano and charge into the God King Realm.

But there was still something important he had yet to do.

He had not yet cleared the Epoch God Ranking of the True God Realm.

Buzz!

High above the imperial city, a passage belonging to the Epoch Ancient Pagoda opened.

Hui Mei stood behind the palace, watching Chu Tian's retreating figure pierce through the sky. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But Hui Lian pressed a hand onto his shoulder.

"Don't make a sound."

Hui Lian's voice remained icy, but the fingers on Hui Mei's shoulder tightened slightly.

"Didn't you sense His Highness's aura?"

Of course Hui Mei had seen it.

Everyone present had seen it.

The imperial aura around Chu Tian had grown so dense it was nearly tangible.

It was not the aura of a God King Realm ruler. Rather, he had forcibly suppressed his realm at the peak of the True God Realm for too long. Every thread of power spilling from his bones, flesh, blood, and divine soul had been compressed into invisible pressure.

Like ten thousand tons of seawater sealed beneath a thin sheet of ice, ready to shatter it at any moment.

Wherever he walked, fine spiderweb cracks appeared across the imperial city's golden bricks.

The cracks vanished in a flash, repaired by the golden light