"They say the champion of this genius tournament will be taken in as a disciple, perhaps even an adopted son, by Eternal Heavenly Lord."
Another Holy Son spoke afterward. Such glory was unparalleled for any cultivator or immortal. To become the disciple, or even adopted son, of a Heavenly Lord meant attaining a status beyond imagination. In the future, becoming an Immortal Emperor would be within easy reach. There was even a sliver of hope of becoming a Heavenly Lord.
Though that hope was merely one in hundreds of millions, it still drove countless emperors mad, sending them scrambling like moths to a flame for that trace of Heavenly Lord destiny. The one who had obtained that Heavenly Lord destiny last time was Heavenly Lord Muye. Thus, the Feather Emperor, supreme headmaster of the Eclosion Sect, and Ghost Martial Saint Lord had both failed, becoming members of the most peak, powerful, and terrifying group beneath the Heavenly Lords. Yet compared with a true Heavenly Lord, they were simply too far beneath them—far, far, far, far too far. That gap could not be described in words. Even though they stood at the pinnacle beneath the Heavenly Lords, they were merely somewhat stronger ants before a Heavenly Lord. With a single thought from a Heavenly Lord, they would be reduced to ashes. That was the terror and might of Heavenly Lords. Throughout nearly three thousand epochs since ancient times, no one beneath the Heavenly Lords had ever been qualified to stand alongside them.
That was the might, dread, and terror of a Heavenly Lord.
It was precisely for this reason that even the Heavenly Court did not dare offend the Muye Clan too severely. The Muye Clan had Heavenly Lord Muye. Though he had only advanced into a Heavenly Lord in this