At the first glimmer of dawn, a pale streak appeared on the eastern horizon. Morning clouds spread like brocade across the vast sky, staining the clouds for ten thousand miles gold and red.
But the words Huang Tian spoke as he stood above the imperial palace of the Divine Capital struck countless people with horror.
In streets and alleys, mortals and cultivators alike looked up in shock. Never since the founding of the Jin Kingdom had anyone dared act so brazenly in the Divine Capital. To declare he had "come for Kunlong's head"—what arrogance!
"He's mad! Who is he to make such a claim?"
"The True Lord is a Corpse-Release Immortal. Could this man be one too?"
"There are only five Corpse-Release Immortals in the world, and he's none of them—unless he advanced recently. Even if he did, he's far too sure of himself. This is the Divine Capital; the ground favors him not at all. Besides, the True Lord became a Corpse-Release Immortal at least a thousand years ago. His foundations run deep, and his methods are astonishing. How could this man compare?"
"Surely a great cultivator who reached the Dharma Form, Mahayana, or even Corpse-Release Immortal realm couldn't be a fool. If he dared come alone, he must have something to rely on."
"Hah. That's a laughable notion. People with high standing, great power, or formidable strength can be fools too. Sometimes their stupidity shakes heaven and earth and makes you wonder whether they have brains at all."
"But such cases are rare, and this man doesn't look like the fool you describe. Look how calm he is. He must be confident. Perhaps a battle for the ages is about to unfold before our eyes! Come to think of it, I've never seen Corpse-Release Immortals fight."
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