Yin Tiande had concealed himself well.
The aura of a mysterious saint weapon enveloped him, preventing others from seeing through him. Even perfected Kings, who could reign invincible beneath the Saints, were unable to do so.
Fourteen years ago, he had already stepped one foot into the Immortal Three realm.
Before even severing his Dao, he had discussed the Dao with the old King of the Golden Crow Clan for seven days, far surpassing his contemporaries.
After attaining the King realm, his foundations had become even more astonishing.
Faced with the Human King's questioning, the gaunt old man he had transformed into remained silent. The more one said, the more mistakes one made; saying nothing was better.
"Yin Tiande, don't think we won't recognize you just because you put on a disguise."
"Is One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones useful? Letting your Dao body draw all the fire at the front while your true body hides behind the scenes and reaps the benefits—what a neat little scheme!"
Just as everyone was speculating about his identity, an impassioned denunciation suddenly rang out from nowhere, surging in from all directions.
"Yin Tiande? Could it really be him?"
"There are only so many Kings in the Divine Land, and even fewer Dao-severing cultivators who remain hidden from the world. Those capable of contending against invincible Kings of the older generation are rarer still."
"Most likely, some top expert is impersonating him, or perhaps an old King who was presumed dead."
"The master of Eight Views Palace is the youngest King our Purple Tenuity Star Domain has seen in a hundred thousand years. Before severing his Dao, he could already sit and discuss the Dao with the old King of the Golden Crow Clan. It really could be him."
The cultivators of