Yuan Wuxing stood in the void, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze fixed deathly on the utterly motionless altar.
Five-colored blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, dripping into the void and bursting into tiny blood-flowers. His chest heaved violently, his breathing like a broken bellows, yet his back was ramrod straight, like a long spear that would rather snap than bend.
He refused to accept this.
He, Yuan Wuxing, had climbed from the very bottom of the Elemental Heaven Clan to his current position. What he had relied on was not background, not resources, not anyone's charity.
What he had relied on was himself—every inch of his Dao foundation had been fought out by his own hands, every Great Dao had been comprehended by himself, every realm had been killed his way into.
He had been suppressed by his clan for several thousand years, bound by restrictions for several thousand years, stripped of all resources, all opportunities, all dignity, but he had never once lowered his head, never once admitted defeat.
And now, he had condensed the Five Elements Heavenly Bead.
What generations of Element Heavenly Kings had exhausted their life's effort and failed to accomplish, he had accomplished.
He believed that his talent, combat power, and foundation, even if placed in the history of the Ten Azure Heaven Clans, were absolutely among the very peak.
Yet the will of the Five Elements Heaven Realm told him that he was not qualified.
He could not even approach the edge of the altar.
"I don't believe it."
His voice was hoarse, so hoarse it could barely be heard.
But the unwillingness contained in those three words was so intense that the surrounding void trembled faintly.
He drew in a deep breath and forced all