"Remarkable. Truly, that takes tremendous boldness."
The Robe-Clad Elder holding the Deadwood Cane stopped in his tracks, his figure unmoving in the fierce wind. Stroking the long, snow-white beard beneath his chin, he fixed his murky, fathomless eyes on the terrifying outline steadily solidifying high above:
"Severing his own Divine Rank to descend here already meant taking the immense risk of utter annihilation in body and soul."
"Now, seeing the situation spiral out of control, he actually abandoned without hesitation the reserves and contingencies he had planted across countless space-times over endless ages. Using the foundation of ancient echoes in this Mirror World, he forcibly converged all his selves scattered deep within every space-time into one, in a single brutal stroke."
"Though forcing such premature fusion is bound to leave his foundation with flaws that are difficult to reverse, this resolve and ruthlessness alone truly make him worthy of the fearsome reputation of the Boundless Court 100th Seat."
A Stone Race powerhouse beside him likewise let out a deep sigh like muffled thunder:
"Ultimate 'compassion'... will finally truly be born right beneath our old eyes."
"Once that single figure fully solidifies and reforges the Sea of Stars Lord status, what these heavens and earth must endure will no longer be a contest of stronger and weaker skills, but absolute dimensional suppression on the level of 'concepts.'"
"That human junior whose level is merely five hundred thousand-even with his endless trump cards, before an ultimate monster like this, does he truly... still have the slightest hope of holding on?"
Along the Great Dao, sighs and exclamations rose one after another.
All the ancient beings merely watched these developments in silence. None intervened to interrupt them. They simply waited, waited for the instant when the nine-colored cocoon of light shrouding the entire