Countless prodigies began searching for Ye Lin's whereabouts, intent on challenging him.
Even if it meant death, they wanted to give it a try.
The Hundred Heroes Ranking was ultimately only the Hundred Heroes Ranking—it was not the same as a real person.
In the end, most of the prodigies on the Hundred Heroes Ranking came from the ancient era. So what if one defeated them?
But now, Ye Lin was a living legend.
Whoever could slay this living legend would surely earn a place in the entire Star River Cosmos thereafter.
Such glory made countless prodigies flock toward it like ducks to water.
Some prodigies were accustomed to keeping a low profile, accustomed to conducting themselves quietly.
But many others were accustomed to being high-profile. From the moment they were born, ostentation had been inseparable from them.
All of them sought to challenge this living legend.
"The Devil Race has emerged?"
"The three great secret realms have descended?"
"This is bad—those aberrations have come. Why have those damned things appeared again?"
"Fuck, it's the Devouring Spirit Race. How have these seeds that should have gone extinct appeared again? What the hell is going on?"
As time passed, the entire Second Star Domain gradually descended into chaos.
Secret realms emerged.
Aberrations emerged.
The Devil Race emerged.
The Devouring Spirit Race emerged.
The once-peaceful Second Region gradually became chaotic. Countless reclusive factions emerged one after another, and the heirs of those hidden powers rose into the world.
Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, thirty years passed.
"Heavenly Dao truly knows how to play a fine hand of chess."
In an unfamiliar place, a blood-robed man seated atop a snow-capped mountain chuckled softly.
He wore a blood-red robe and a straw rain hat, sitting quietly amid the boundless