The white-robed Daoist dispersed the three-colored lightning.
Only then did everyone finally realize it.
The white-robed figure standing atop the Dharma Aspect had survived the Third Nine Heavenly Tribulation.
He had become the Outer Dao's second Supreme Grandmaster.
The sect masters looked at one another, disbelief filling their eyes.
The Three Daos had made a great show of force, mustering everyone they had, with the Dragon Clan joining them—
Yet even this power, enough to overturn an entire realm, had still allowed him to—
Survive the Third Nine Heavenly Tribulation.
Become a Supreme Grandmaster.
You waved a hand lightly, and the Dharma Aspect that spanned heaven and earth dissolved like a receding tide.
The thunderclouds scattered.
Dawn had come.
Golden sunlight spread across the sea, its glittering waves making the white-robed figure seem all the more unworldly.
He stood in the void, facing the rising sun.
Xingyao and Divine Crow Daoist stared at him, their faces filled with disbelief.
The outcome of this day had caught everyone by surprise.
Zhou Jing had survived his tribulation.
Even a dozen or more Supreme Grandmasters joining forces had failed to stop him.
Of all who had faced the Third Nine Heavenly Tribulation in the past thousand years, his had been the most earthshaking.
And now, the dust had settled.
On Zhenhai Island, Taihua Sect's disciples were already beside themselves with excitement.
No one knew who shouted first—
"Congratulations, Sect Master, on becoming a Supreme Grandmaster!"
Then cries erupted like mountains roaring and seas surging:
"Congratulations, Sect Master, on becoming a Supreme Grandmaster!"
The cries rose and fell without end, resounding across the entire sea.
Somewhere amid them, with no one knowing who had started it, a surname quietly appeared before "Sect Master"—
"Zhou."
Shi Jinghong gazed at the figure facing the rising sun