Before the Heavenly Dao Ranking, the crowd was a sea of people, and there were far, far more experts than there had been a thousand years ago.
Because the Heaven's Pride Tournament was being held in Ling Xiao's Heaven Realm, and the Heavenly Dao Ranking was also located in Ling Xiao's Heaven Realm!
Countless cultivators had gathered here, gazing up at the names on the golden ranking suspended high in the void, their eyes filled with awe and yearning.
Every name was like a blazing sun, illuminating an era!
"You, get the hell out here and let this Saint Son warm up on you!"
An incomparably tyrannical aura suddenly descended from afar.
That aura was violent, bloodthirsty, and utterly arrogant, as if it intended to trample the entire world beneath its feet!
The expressions of countless cultivators changed as they hurriedly retreated.
"Black Prison Saint Son!"
"It's Black Prison Saint Son! He really came!"
"Back off, quickly! When that madman goes insane, he doesn't care who you are!"
"Black Prison Saint Son? Didn't he already fall out of the top hundred?"
"So what if he fell out of the top hundred? That was merely the ranking he left behind a million years ago! Since he has appeared now, he must be here to reclaim his rightful place!"
The crowd spread apart like a receding tide, clearing out a vacant expanse for that crazed figure.
In the void, a black-robed figure stood with his hands behind his back, blocking a group of people.
The black-robed figure looked barely over twenty. His features were cold and stern, and a chilling ferocity lingered between his brows.
His ink-black hair cascaded loosely down his back. His eyes, even his pupils, were a pure black, so deep they seemed capable of swallowing a person's soul