Ye Tian stood alone atop the steps. Though no dazzling divine light soared around him, chaos energy naturally wreathed his body.
It seemed to hold the mighty power to cleave heaven and earth, making him resemble a young deity who had stepped out of the earliest age, transcendent and peerless.
His gaze remained calm as he looked down at Power Tyrant, who struggled to rise in the distance, as though inspecting a beast making its last desperate stand.
By now, a sea of people had gathered around the Palace plaza, packing it so tightly that not even water could seep through.
Countless streaks of divine light hovered in the sky, their occupants' gazes fixed on that white-robed figure with shock, reverence, and complicated emotions.
The young prodigies from the Eternal Immortal Domain all held their heads high, their faces brimming with shared pride.
They watched Ye Tian as though gazing upon a living monument, their eyes burning with fervor.
Ye Tian's strength was the glory of the Eternal Immortal Domain, their greatest source of confidence when facing the native prodigies of the Myriad Heavens North Sea!
"The Divine Son's might truly stands unrivaled in this age!"
A prodigy draped in starlight sighed in admiration.
"Power Tyrant may be strong, but before the Divine Son, he's nothing more than a clay chicken or a straw dog!"
Another Saintess from the Immortal Domain spoke with certainty, brilliant light rippling through her beautiful eyes.
Compared with their excitement, most of the native prodigies of the Myriad Heavens North Sea wore grave expressions, unconcealable fear lurking deep in their eyes.
Ye Tian's crushing victory over the Mysterious Yellow Saint Physique could perhaps have been attributed to one physique countering another.
But now, facing Power Tyrant, who was likewise renowned for strength—and whose power was