Dao Lords Gather to Watch a Lower Cultivator, Profound Thunder of Lesser Yang's Execution

In the Jambudvipa Vast Land, none deserved the words "Upper Cultivator" more than the mighty Dao Lords.

If ascending to the Metal Position, receiving a title ordained by the Heavenly Lord, and being revered by all heavens constituted a cultivator's ultimate honor,

then the mighty Dao Lords, who occupied the tracks of the Dao, ruled over myriad worlds, endured from antiquity to the present, and focused their spirits beyond material things,

fully deserved to be called "sovereigns of Jambudvipa's Dao, heavenly venerables of great virtue."

Such figures seldom manifested in the world anymore. Usually, they cast unobstructed divine radiance upon the boundless worlds, bestowed billions upon billions of names, and passed through the karmic bonds of vast tribulations. They almost never looked upon lower cultivators.

Only upon ascending as a True Lord and condensing immortal Golden Nature did one qualify for a glance.

Jiang Yi understood this perfectly. Among the Eight Sects' Dao Lords in the Southern Continent, whether it was the one who had tied the exalted position of Dao Child to [Lesser Yang], or the one who had secretly stirred fated bonds and bestowed the Red Thread,

the target of their attention and considerable interest had never been him.

"The Dao Lords want to see [Lesser Yang]."

Jiang Yi released that tiny wisp of Divine Sense from his Origin Gate. Compared with the immense hall and infinite Great Void, it was like a firefly's glow.

"Then I'll make [Lesser Yang] never look away again. I'll become the most important piece in this grand game!"

His broad robe and flowing sleeves snapped in the wind. The youth's expression was composed, his back straight, his figure upright, almost like a great banner that could never bend.

A soft hum rang out, a gentle tremor.

The brilliant gold suspended in the