The War God Palace, an ancient hall suspended above the Nine Heavens, seemed to have become the center of all the heavens.
Though the storm outside had subsided, its lingering might, enough to crush the eternal blue sky, still reverberated through heaven and earth, refusing to fade.
The palace doors were tightly shut, its intricate Emperor-Grade Restrictions fully activated, cutting this place off from the mortal world.
Inside, it was dim and empty.
Only an ancient bronze lamp flickered, casting a dusky yellow glow over a majestic figure seated cross-legged on a bed of Dao Enlightenment Stone.
Ye Tian sat there quietly, his white robes purer than snow, untouched by a speck of dust.
His eyes were gently closed, his breathing steady and deep. Every breath carried the muffled rumble of wind and thunder.
It was as though a Primordial True Dragon lay dormant within his lungs, breathing in the essence of the Great Dao.
Rumble!
It was the sound of his blood flowing, yet it roared like mighty rivers in full flood, like a tsunami striking the heavens, shaking the surrounding void into continual collapse and reconstruction.
Ye Tian had just survived a God King Tribulation worthy of the annals of history. He had even swallowed the Thunder Pool representing the will of the Heavenly Dao, along with the imprints of nine young Great Emperors, in a single gulp.
That unimaginably vast energy was now stored within his body, like an active volcano on the verge of eruption, violent and scorching.
The God King Realm...
Ye Tian murmured inwardly and examined himself.
His Dantian World, once as vast as an ocean, had undergone a heaven-and-earth-upending transformation.
The Chaos Qi Sea was no longer an indistinct mass of chaos. Clear patterns of heaven and earth had begun to emerge within