In the skies over the Burial Land, a black coffin crossed the void, crushing its way across the heavens and leaving a pitch-black trail of flame.
Ye Tian stood atop its lid, his white robes snapping and his black hair dancing.
He was like a war spear piercing the blue heavens, his edge restrained yet everywhere at once.
Behind him, tens of thousands of streaks of light followed closely.
They were young prodigies from the various races of the Myriad Heavens North Sea, along with cultivators who had crossed over from the Eternal Immortal Domain.
Yet this vast procession was unusually quiet now—deathly silent, even.
Only the rumble of war chariots rolling through the void and the occasional hurried breath echoed through the air.
Every gaze held an almost sickly reverence and terror, fixed firmly on the figure at the very front.
Just moments earlier, they had witnessed Ye Tian strike.
Several enormous, rotting corpses with the combat power of Half-Step God Kings had burrowed out of the ground.
Yellow corpse fluid streamed over them as they roared and charged into the sky, seeking to devour the flesh and blood of the living.
Yet Ye Tian had merely flicked a finger.
Pop!
Several strands of chaotic Sword Qi shot out, as easily as slicing tofu.
They instantly pierced the enormous corpses' skulls, which were as hard as divine iron.
Divine fire ignited, burning them to ashes in an instant.
God Kings annihilated with a flick of a finger!
For those prodigies still struggling bitterly in the True God Realm, the sight's impact...
Was nothing short of an attack from a higher dimension, shaking their Dao Hearts violently and even making them doubt themselves.
"Are we... really competing with someone from the same era?"
A Young Master from the Silver-Horned Royal