Within that Starry Space, Ye Tian stood alone and proud upon the Sun-Moon Platform. His gaze surveyed all beneath him, lightning surged, and no one could match him. He was like a youthful god of war.
Merely standing there, he radiated an unrivaled air of supremacy over the eight wildernesses.
For a time, not one of the many Young Supremes and peerless prodigies below dared step onto the platform to challenge him. Even their voices of doubt had vanished.
Now, only profound shock and admiration remained.
Ye Tian had reached such heights at just twelve years old. By comparison, these much older prodigies were not even worth ants.
Had all these years gone to waste?!
The elders of several Immortal Dao Lineages and superpowers could no longer save face.
Even if Ye Tian was powerful—the undefeated myth of the Eternal Immortal Domain—surely he did not have to leave their prodigies looking this disgraceful. Had they known, they would never have come.
They had even dreamed of competing for the championship of the Tournament, only to find they had come to make fools of themselves.
"Holy crap! Has Ye Tian's strength already surpassed even those Ancient Freaks and forbidden kings who have yet to awaken?!"
The Arctic Holy Son cried out in astonishment. Even now, his childhood experience remained vivid before his eyes: Ye Tian wielding the Heavenly Emperor Sword, slaying the Netherworld Wraith with a single slash, like an Immortal God descending from heaven, looking down upon all.
From that moment onward, he had regarded Ye Tian as an idol he would spend his entire life chasing.
Yet as he grew older, he discovered that Ye Tian was someone he could gaze upon but never reach.
As time passed, he could barely even catch sight of Ye Tian's retreating back.