What did it feel like to be watched by a million people at once?
Perhaps no one throughout history had ever been fortunate enough to experience it.
At certain large public events, such as the continent's grand Youth Soul Master Tournament, millions of spectators might focus on the brilliant performances of the outstanding competitors. But their gazes would inevitably be scattered, with no shortage of distracted spectators letting their minds wander or casually doing something else.
Or perhaps it would happen during a grand ceremony for a royal procession, when the royals received the reverent gazes of their subjects. But some among the crowd would certainly be too afraid to look directly at their sovereign, prostrating themselves on the ground and waiting for the event to end.
Now, however, a bizarre and horrifying scene unfolded at the Sun Moon Empire's Heaven-Worshipping Ceremony.
Everyone within sight seemed frozen, all staring in the same direction. Their eyes were fixed on the seventh level of the Sun Moon Altar, where Crown Prince Xu Tianran stood.
Even the Soul Engineer Corps that had just taken flight to protect him hung motionless in the air, leaving only their Flying Soul Tools flapping their wings.
Concealed by Simulation, Huo Yuhao widened his eyes and looked at Xu Tianran with a sinister smile. All of this was his handiwork.
He had drawn upon every bit of available Spiritual Power originating from Tian Meng to unleash an unprecedented Spiritual Sharing.
The number of recipients exceeded three million.
Sharing with an ordinary person consumed almost nothing, but enough quantitative change could produce a qualitative transformation. Sharing with more than three million people was already Huo Yuhao's limit, even with Tian Meng's million years of Spiritual Power added in.
And the image they received was none other than Xu Tianran's