Even the one ranked last in this group, Number Nine Under the Starry Sky, had become a Peak Saint.
It was easy to imagine that if all of the Top Ten Under the Starry Sky had survived until now, every one of them would have attained Sainthood, and none would have been weak within the Saint Realm.
If even Number Nine had become a Peak Saint, those ranked above him could hardly have fared worse.
There might have been a glorious sight: seven Peak Saints, two nearing Illuminating the Heavens, and one Heaven-Reflecting One—Monster Yaoyao.
Then the Top Ten Under the Starry Sky of Earth would have become a tale for the ages, a legend that could never be erased.
And people like Su Jinhua, Kunyu, and the Saint Master's own child would very likely have reached Illuminating the Heavens as well.
They would have taken far longer than Monster Yaoyao, but their chances were strong.
Nearly half of a group of ten becoming Heaven-Reflecting Ones—what kind of success rate was that? It was terrifying.
And if those ten had been allowed to grow to their full potential, they would all have been fine sons and daughters of Earth, the ones to carry it to another pinnacle.
After all, before the Heavenly God Race invaded, none of them had thought of abandoning Earth's glory to flee for their lives, much less betraying it.
Those ten could almost have been called the foundation stones of Earth's next golden age.
Had nothing gone wrong, once they matured, Earth would have gained four more Heaven-Reflecting Ones. Together with its original three Giants, it would have become terrifying beyond measure.
It would certainly have been the first rising power to break into the Top Ten, shattering the ancient rule that their ranks never changed.