If he truly succeeded, the entire balance of Sacred King City would change.
By then, the powers would be reshuffled and the benefits redistributed. Ye Lin would become one of the new Eight Suns.
And people like them would be able to rise as well.
To become one of the Eight Suns, it was not enough to win oneself; there also had to be plenty of people supporting them.
The reason they had yet to follow or pledge themselves to the Eight Suns was simple: how could adding flowers to brocade compare to delivering charcoal in snowy weather?
Once Ye Lin succeeded, that would be the moment he needed help most. If they stepped in then to assist Ye Lin in achieving his great undertaking, they could seize the chance to nibble away at the other powers and strengthen themselves.
Ye Lin's group advanced in grand procession, while figure after figure above the clouds followed closely behind.
Never mind whether Ye Lin could succeed—his sheer stroke of fortune alone was enough to make them take the trouble to come watch.
"Shushan Sword Immortal Jian Feng has come to challenge Blazing Sun Venerable."
"Rogue Cultivator Wuchen has come to challenge Ghost Shaman Venerable."
"Rogue Cultivator Wu Daozi has come to challenge Blast Bear Venerable."
"Son of the Earth Tianyi has come to challenge Spirit Shaman Venerable."
"Rogue Cultivator Shui Linglong has come to challenge Dragon Ao Venerable."
"Spear Sect Zhan Unrivaled has come to challenge Venerable Tianxiong."
"Flowing Shadow Sect Hidden Kill has come to challenge Venerable Isa."
Before Ye Lin even reached Heaven-Facing Road at the heart of Sacred King City, seven consecutive voices shook the entire city.
What Ye Lin did not know was that the expressions of the various figures standing above the clouds were filled with shock.