"What a powerful heavenly tribulation. Truly rare throughout the ages-at the very least, one seldom encounters its like at this realm." A cold voice rang out, and a figure appeared in the distant starry sky.
He stood over ten feet tall, his purple hair flying as he stood at the edge of the lightning sea, watching the man ahead. His eyes were as piercing as blades. Overbearing and aggressive, he exuded a powerful aura that threatened to suffocate others.
"You are very strong. To reach this stage at your age is rare in all of history. You could be called a heaven-endowed genius," Cang Lan remarked.
Ye Fan said indifferently, "This is nothing. Some people reached this stage at two or three hundred years old, and everything afterward was smooth sailing. I was nearly a thousand before my Sacred Body reached great accomplishment. I hardly count as exceptionally gifted."
"Impossible!" the Great Accomplished Tyrant Body rejected it outright. "No such person could exist in this world. Leaving aside the five-hundred-year curse, the difficulty of the Quasi-Emperor realm alone means it might take a hundred years to advance a single step."
Back then, he had reached this stage at a thousand years old and been hailed as a young Supreme rarely seen throughout history.
Becoming a Supreme at two or three hundred? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
"I'm not lying, anyway. Believe it or not," Ye Fan said calmly.
A dark mark between the Great Accomplished Tyrant Body's brows twitched slightly, and his gaze grew sharper. Beams shot out like two bolts of purple lightning as he stared at Ye Fan's face, sensing the fluctuations of his primordial spirit.
To his surprise, he discovered that the young Supreme before him truly was not lying. "That really is... astonishing!"
While undergoing his tribulation, Ye