A peak True Immortal genius, a supreme genius ranked within the top four hundred of the Genius Ranking, one of the foremost geniuses in the Demon Domain—had died just like that.
He had been killed with a single finger by a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal. That was the gap between realms.
No matter how monstrous a True Immortal was, no matter how profound his foundations, in the eyes of a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal, he was still an ant—no different from one.
One realm, one heaven. That was no empty saying.
"Hmph. An ant is an ant, yet it dreams of shaking the heavens? A genius who has not even grown up—what right does he have to call himself a genius?"
A cold snort rang through the entire sky, and then its owner turned and left.
At that moment, Ye Lin's conviction to grow stronger became even firmer. Stronger—he had to become stronger. Only by becoming stronger could he control his own destiny.
For a moment, Ye Lin sped up by several degrees. Even Dugu Feng behind him was stunned, before quickly following after him.
Suddenly, a tremendous boom erupted, and the entire Rising Dragon Path trembled. At the same time, an incomparably violent void gale abruptly appeared ahead.
Caught off guard, Ye Lin was sent flying by the gale, along with dozens of figures around him.
Ahead, Dragon Island, which had previously been only a phantom, completely solidified. At the end of the Rising Dragon Path, a white gate of light floated silently in the air.
"Dragon Island is open. It will remain open for half a shichen. After half a shichen, the entrance will close."
After the incomparably majestic voice fell, streams of light surged into Dragon Island one after another.
These were all geniuses who had long