At dusk, countless cultivators gathered at Starry Sea Lake. Seed-level contenders from the major sacred lands and aristocratic clans were about to have their first clash.
Ji Hao had arrived early as well, prepared to witness this once-in-a-thousand-years miraculous sight.
He glanced around. There were slightly more people than yesterday.
A young man with monstrous aura soaring to the heavens stood there, exceptionally handsome and heroic. His skin was fair, and his golden hair draped over his shoulders, dazzling like sunlight.
The Golden-Winged Little Roc King had quite a few appearances in Shrouding the Heavens. He was touted as having Demon Emperor potential, but in truth, his strength was merely average. He probably had not even reached the Six Prohibitions.
Most of Big Dipper's so-called holy sons and holy daughters were mere supporting players. The only one worthy of Ji Hao's notice was Yaoguang Saint Son.
He cultivated the Swallowing Heaven Demonic Art and the Undying Demonic Art, eventually even achieving an Incomplete Chaotic Body. Unfortunately, Ruthless Emperor's Dao was far too demonic. Even she had been forced to reincarnate for a lifetime, creating the Undying Demonic Art to escape its influence.
In the end, he could only fall beneath Ye Fan's Heavenly Emperor Fist, dying in bitter desolation.
However, Yaoguang Saint Son was still lying low. The truly dazzling figure was the man standing at the center of the Starry Sea Lake. Nine True Dragons, nine Divine Phoenixes, nine White Tigers, and nine Xuanwu guarded the four directions, forming the Four Symbols of Heaven and Earth around him.
Wolf God—or rather, my son—pah! Northern Emperor Wang Teng.
Before he was even two years old, an Immortal Crane had once carried him into the clouds. He would often disappear for one or two months at a time, and each return