The atmosphere at War God Academy was unusually oppressive that day, as though a Primordial Divine Mountain weighed on everyone's heart.
War God Palace, suspended high above the Nine Heavens and enveloped in endless auspicious clouds and radiance, was undergoing a heart-stopping transformation.
Inside the palace, there was none of the gilded splendor of the mundane world, only the rhythm of the Great Dao returning to its simplest essence.
Ye Tian sat cross-legged on the cloud bed carved from a single piece of dao enlightenment immortal gold, his robes whiter than snow, his black hair cascading loosely over his shoulders like a waterfall.
His eyes were tightly closed, his entire being immersed in a mysterious state between sleep and wakefulness.
Around him, chaos aura was no longer mere mist. It had become almost tangible liquid, surging like a golden ocean.
Every rolling wave was accompanied by the thunder of the Great Dao, with stars faintly visible being born within it and ancient trees growing amid its depths.
There were even ancestral people of Primordial Antiquity offering sacrifices within it, their chanting piercing the barriers of time to resound in the present age.
This was the manifestation of the Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art operating at its utmost limit!
Ever since entering the God King Realm, Ye Tian had not slackened in the slightest.
The God King Realm was a monumental watershed. Every step led to another heaven; every step crossed a heavenly chasm.
For ordinary prodigies, taking a single step forward in the God King Realm after hundreds or even thousands of years was enough to warrant pride and a grand celebratory banquet.
But to Ye Tian, that was too slow.
So slow he could not tolerate it.
Rumble!
Thunderous sounds came from within Ye Tian's body.
It was his blood