Human Race's Number One

Beneath the heavens, the mysterious river of stars vanished without a trace.

The "Divine Dharma Form" Zhu Ji had summoned still radiated a vast, majestic aura, like an eternal god that had existed since time immemorial.

The true gods all sensed Zhu Ji's strength and secretly marveled.

Pang Jian, tiny as a mustard seed, seemed utterly insignificant beside the current Zhu Ji after retracting his "Divine Domain."

Zhu Ji's aura was as deep as an abyss and as vast as a sea. From the void centered around him came faint ripping sounds.

Even space itself seemed unable to bear Zhu Ji's power, as though it were about to split apart and burst open with crack after crack.

As for Pang Jian, aside from the Demon Robe that made everyone feel intensely oppressed, he displayed no other terrifying power.

Yet Zhu Ji, whose aura was so astonishing, wore a somewhat dazed expression.

Whoosh!

His heaven-supporting "Divine Dharma Form" suddenly contracted, returning to the same ordinary stature as everyone else. He looked strangely at Pang Jian.

He still found it hard to accept.

He had always known Pang Jian was extraordinary. He knew that the present Pang Jian was different from every other human true god.

—Pang Jian had relied on a turbid, alien power to advance into the ranks of the strongest.

By the ranks of the gods beyond the heavens, Pang Jian had condensed a godhead. He was unquestionably a mid-level god.

Pang Jian had broken through Purgatory's limitations on divine ranks before him.

Pang Jian was also a Realm God, wielding many powerful divine artifacts and demonic artifacts, while the Great Dao laws he had comprehended were exceptionally extraordinary.

But!

Why was Pang Jian's understanding of the divine soul, and his comprehension of the myriad profound truths of the