Ye Tian stood alone in the void, his robes snapping in the wind.
His black hair danced, and he resembled an Immortal King descending into the mortal world.
As his eyes opened and closed, Chaos Aura swirled within them, like two divine lamps that had burned undimmed since time immemorial.
His gaze swept across the pillars of light soaring into the heavens with the awakening of the Ancient Freaks.
The Crimson Blood Spear God's murderous ferocity, the Night King's deep, treacherous aura.
Each was reflected in his eyes and analyzed.
He could clearly sense that these "Seeds," who had broken free of their Divine Source seals, were indeed extraordinary.
Their foundations ran deep, tempered through long ages, and their understanding of the Divine Dao Domain and control over their power far surpassed those of ordinary True Gods.
The finest among them, such as the Crimson Blood Spear God, possessed auras as unfathomable as an abyss and already stood firmly at the true god peak.
They might even have had half a foot against the barrier of the god king domain.
In any era, such beings would have been peerless prodigies, qualified to contend for that age's Heavenly Mandate.
Yet Ye Tian merely smiled faintly, a trace of pity lingering in his smile.
There was also an indifference that towered above the Nine Heavens.
"You slumbered through the ages and tempered yourselves for a thousand years to reach this realm today... unfortunately, the times have changed."
He shook his head gently and paid them no further attention.
To him, these so-called Ancient Freaks were merely slightly larger stumbling blocks along his path.
They might make him pause briefly, but they could never halt his ascent to the summit.
Why?
Simply because he was Ye Tian!
He was the Divine Son of