"Is that so?"
Li Qingyue's body bowed slightly, as though she bore the endless firmament on her back.
Her slender, straight waist trembled, looking as if it might snap at any moment.
Yet she did not yield in the slightest. She lifted her head a little, a trace of stubbornness lingering between her brows as she stared fixedly at the Kaiyang Holy Son.
At that moment, she finally understood why the Seven Great Holy Land of the Eastern Wasteland had endured for hundreds of thousands of years without Emperor Weapons.
They had survived from the age when the Human Race had been enslaved and eaten as food, and still ruled supreme over the world.
Not one of those seven Holy Lands was simple.
A single Kaiyang Holy Son was already this terrifying.
She could imagine how terrifying the hidden trump cards of the other Holy Sons and Saintesses must be.
The Saintesses she had defeated were probably Saintesses in name only.
They were merely pawns pushed into the open to deceive the world.
That's right... although the Feathered Great Emperor has fallen, his Great Dao still suppresses the world.
That is why so few powerful cultivators emerge. Some powerful physiques will not appear either, remaining hidden somewhere cut off from the Feathered Great Emperor's Great Dao.
And those Holy Sons and Saintesses who dare emerge like this probably all possess powers unknown to others.
At that moment, Li Qingyue understood almost everything in an instant.
In the Mythological Era, many supreme beings had stood side by side.
But a terrifying war had nearly destroyed heaven and earth, bringing about a tremendous upheaval.
In the Primordial Era that followed, only one sovereign could exist in each lifetime.
Never again had multiple supreme beings stood side by side.
Then, during the Primordial