A resounding voice rang out over the spacious square.
"The buildings around you will be your residences for the next year. Your respective rankings are the numbers of your residences."
Everyone looked up. A being radiating endless light appeared in the sky, like a second sun.
He and a Gold-Robed Youth descended onto the raised platform at the front of the square.
The being had a Light Mark on his forehead.
An origin world level being, an existence at the very pinnacle beneath deities, had appeared before them just like that.
What everyone found hard to believe, however, was that he actually took a step back to stand behind the Gold-Robed Youth.
"What is this Gold-Robed Youth's status?"
"Among humans, only deities stand above origin world level beings."
"He isn't a deity, so he can only be a Light Lord."
"Why would a Light Lord look human?"
"Geniuses," the Gold-Robed Youth spoke, his voice clear and resonant. "Perhaps you have already guessed. I am the being you worship, a Light Lord."
The entire square fell silent.
In the Light Capital, before so many people and an origin world level being, he had declared himself a Light Lord without anything happening to him. That could only mean he was one.
"Perhaps you think I am still too weak, don't you?" The Gold-Robed Youth smiled faintly, extended his palm, and pressed downward.
A crushing pressure enveloped the square. Some geniuses could no longer withstand it and dropped to their knees.
Others fell flat on the ground.
"What level is this pressure?" Dongguan asked Qiong as he struggled to hold on.
"Judging by its effect, it's still first-stage domain lord, but this is nowhere near his limit. That fellow's life aura is stronger than an ordinary world lord's," Qiong said after assessing it.