But leaving the stage of history did not mean there was no chance left—only that they had no affinity with the Great Luo Dao Fruit in this era. After all, only five Great Luo Dao Fruits were born in an entire great age.
Within a single starfield, only the strongest prodigy was qualified to take part in the struggle.
After all, a starfield's destiny was limited. If three or even more prodigies emerged from one starfield, that destiny would be divided among them, leaving them inherently weaker than the prodigies of other starfields.
However, the representative of this starfield's younger generation could bring along their followers.
"The stowaways haven't even been dealt with yet. Isn't it a little too early to be saying this?"
A prodigy below spoke up, his tone brimming with intense unwillingness. The stowaways had yet to be resolved, and now Ye Lin wanted to take the position? Wasn't he being far too impatient?
Moreover, although Ye Lin was powerful, they still did not wish to give up.
"You all saw it. Lu Cang died by my hand."
"I'm saying this for your own good. Let the capable rise. Leaving this position vacant forever is no solution, and besides, I have my own way of dealing with those stowaways."
"If we keep dragging this out, then what? Wait until I'm dead before choosing one of you? When that time comes, which one of you can stand alone?"
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes as he swept his gaze over the crowd. His words were extremely harsh, practically pointing at their noses and cursing them.
Yet below, there was utter silence. No one dared refute Ye Lin.
They were prodigies—prodigies who had reached the end of the True Immortal realm—but before Ye Lin, they fell short by far more