"Your name?"
The Great Sun Sword Heir spoke his first words.
At that instant, the rivers of stars across the universe seemed to stall.
There was no power of divine sense or spellcraft. With nothing but his voice, nothing but his will, he brought this stretch of sky and earth to a standstill.
This was the human race's heir to the immortal path.
This was the Human Path in bloom—the great, cold, and cruel Human Path in bloom!
The boundless history of the Human Path reflected the universe's past and future. At this moment, before this particular opponent, it was stirred, and his words became law.
No power descended upon him. No rules lent him strength. It had merely been stirred.
Because the human race's mighty figures, from ancient times to the present, had never needed such things!
One hand to suppress all under heaven. One man alone.
That was enough.
"The Human Race Heavenly Dao..."
The Immortal Artifact Heir's pupils contracted.
He knew what he was looking at.
He knew what this phenomenon meant. A fierce warning rose in his heart, and he sensed danger from this azure-clad youth whose magic power, treasures, and divine sense all fell short of his own.
But why!
Why could this man stir the Human Race Heavenly Dao?
His strength clearly had not reached that level.
For a long time, the Immortal Artifact Heir did not answer the Great Sun Sword Heir.
Around them, nearly ten billion Flesh Furnace Dao Soldiers and dozens of inheriting disciples of the Immortal Artifact Sect spread out a demonic world of flaming furnaces. The eighth-order military formation grew stronger with every passing instant, devouring the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth and giving rise to ever more profound rules.
"Hm? Not talking?"
"Have you gone mute?"