"He... he doesn't want it!?"
An ancient relic who had lived for countless millions of years spoke in a dry voice, unable to believe it.
Long ago, he too had been young, his blood burning hot, a peerless prodigy.
He had surged ahead and entered the Half-Step King Realm in just a few million years.
Yet the threshold to becoming a King had held him back for several Epochs!
He had lost every battle for the Throne!
After so many defeats, a heart demon had taken root in him: a mad obsession with the Throne!
And now someone had the Throne within easy reach, yet he did not want it!!!
Madness. This was absolute madness!
The other powerful figures reacted much the same way, towering waves surging through their hearts!
"Why?"
"Why doesn't he want it?"
"Doesn't he want to become a King?"
"If he became a King, his strength could surge again..."
"No! His strength has long surpassed that of an ordinary King. He... he walks a path never seen in the past, present, or future!"
"Perhaps... he has no need of this Throne to prove or achieve anything!"
A suspicion began to take shape in the hearts of the gathered experts.
Could Sect Master Su... have forged an entirely new path of his own?
Who could emerge victorious from a clash with the Kings and still be ordinary?
They stared blankly at that peerless figure in white, their shock and tangled feelings beyond words.
To be born in this age was their fortune: they could witness the most brilliant, dazzling existence in all of time.
To be born in this age was their sorrow: before him, no genius dared call themselves one.
Across the ages, he was one of a kind!
"He doesn't need the Throne... he himself