The Nascent Soul True Lords were numerous, powerful, and high-ranking, yet they could only stand in the outer ring.
The best place at the very center, shielded by a Heavenly Lord's formation, was reserved for cultivators at the peak of the Golden Core stage. An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng, Bone Forest True Person, Ou Yanghui, Liu Xiong, and the others were there.
"The Great Sun Sword Heir's Nascent Soul tribulation is terrifying!"
Liu Xiong drew a quiet breath.
Faced with such a tribulation, he instinctively felt a surge of fear. It was as though some savage beast from primeval times had fixed its gaze on him, leaving him unable to breathe.
"How the world changes."
"When I first met him, he was just a tiny sixteen-year-old."
Ou Yanghui sighed as well.
She remembered the young, bewildered boy who had first walked into Clearwind University and into her ethics classroom centuries ago.
"Who would have thought he'd surpass me and be on the verge of becoming a Nascent Soul True Lord?"
"And that's not all."
Bone Forest True Person chuckled. "He'll be a Nascent Soul Great Sun Sword Heir!"
"After today, I'm afraid many Spirit Transformation cultivators and Heavenly Lords of the Immortal Orders won't be able to sleep. Even in seclusion, they'll have to keep one eye open."
"I'd wager many Immortal Order Heavenly Lords are following the Immortal Sect's news every moment, even now."
"They sound rather pitiful, don't they?"
An Siyan smiled behind her hand.
The Immortal Orders' Spirit Transformation cultivators had memories of a Nascent Soul Great Sun Sword Heir like Chong Guangzi etched into their bones. That was especially true of the Heavenly Lords who had taken part in the Battle of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion three thousand years ago.
Those people were still alive.