"So powerful... is this the Invincible Art?"
"Yes, this is the Invincible Art. He has yet to fully mature. Once he does, he will be invincible within the same realm—truly invincible. No matter how many come, they will all die."
"Too terrifying. The Human Race absolutely cannot be allowed to rise. This Ye Lin must die."
The great powers continued watching Ye Lin from the Demon Domain's Starry Sky. When they saw him alter the entire battlefield with his strength alone, they were utterly shocked.
Over such long years, they had seen invincibles before, but those had all been invincibles from other star regions. They had not even been qualified to approach them.
Thus, their understanding of invincibles had never been particularly deep.
Yet now, they had stumbled into trouble. They had truly encountered an invincible.
An invincible absolutely could not be allowed to rise. Otherwise, not a single one of them would survive.
They knew all too well how domineering invincibles were—how tyrannical those who cultivated the Invincible Art could be.
Wherever they passed, there could be only one voice: surrender. Those who refused would die; their sects would be eradicated, their inheritances severed.
That was what an invincible was. Invincibles needed to gather destiny. The more destiny they possessed, the stronger they became. By the end, they would not have so much spare time to reason with others.
One sentence: submit or not? Refuse, and be destroyed.
In every place they passed, there could only be one voice—the voice of surrender.
For a time, more than a dozen Golden Immortal factions throughout the Demon Domain began plotting Ye Lin's encirclement and extermination.
After all, invincibles were too terrifying. They had no desire to see an invincible arise within their own star region.
Moreover, they all had a hand