"Is that... that the true power of the Heavenly Emperor Lin Hao?"
On the Douluo Continent, billions of living beings witnessed the breathtaking scene just now through the enormous sky Heavenly Screen that stretched across the heavens.
Although the images and sounds transmitted through the Heavenly Screen transcended endless time and space, the terrifying pressure and supreme majesty emanating from another supreme world still penetrated the barriers of time and space, clearly presenting themselves to everyone.
Inside the Shrek Academy.
Ma Hongjun's voice was dry, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Even through the light barrier, the destructive aura emanating from the colossal Shrouding the Heavens hand of the Undying Daoist made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his soul trembling.
But that white-robed phantom, with just a glance and a beam of divine light, sliced him in two as easily as cutting through rotten mud!
How terrifying is this?!
Tang San clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, and his eyes showed not only extreme shock but also a complex emotion that was hard to describe.
He prided himself on his unparalleled talent and having lived two lives, but before that white-robed Heavenly Emperor, he felt as insignificant as dust.
The other party's absolute confidence—that they disregarded the existence of terror and that their words carried the weight of law—was something he had never possessed before.
"It's just a fleeting shadow... If it were the real person, what would it be like?"
He murmured to himself, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind about his own power for the first time, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of resentment. "Hmph, it's just a difference in power levels. If we were in the Lifetime, I might not..."
"Third Brother..."
Xiao Wu looked at Tang San Tang San with complicated emotions; she could sense the turmoil in his heart.
Ning Rongrong's lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes wide open, "Too... too terrifying."
"That Undying Daoist seemed countless times more terrifying than Titled Douluo, yet in front of Lin Hao, the Heavenly Emperor, he... he didn't even have the courage to fight back?"
"Also, he said Lin Hao doesn't have much time left to live?"
Oscar swallowed hard and said with a wry smile, " Rongrong, for beings at that level, the so-called 'limited lifespan' is probably measured in tens of thousands of years, right?"
"Besides, even if he were truly on his last legs, do you think that Undying Daoist would dare to make a move?"
"They only dare to make threats and then run away with their tails between their legs... That's the power of absolute strength!"
Inside the Spirit Hall, in the Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong sat on the Pope throne, her phoenix eyes gleaming. Her body, which had been slightly leaning forward due to the giant hand of the Undying Daoist, slowly leaned back in her chair.
Her slender fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest, her mind churning with turmoil.
"What a magnificent Heavenly Emperor Lin Hao... what awe-inspiring power of the Double Pupils!"
She murmured to herself, her voice carrying a hint of longing and awe for absolute power that she herself was unaware of.
"A single glance severs a giant hand, a single word subdues the wicked... this is true pinnacle power! Compared to it, the divine Godhood I pursue, the Rakshasa God... seems utterly insignificant."
Below, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo remained silent, clearly sensing the oppressive aura emanating from His Holiness the Pope.
The scene in the Heavenly Screen just now was nothing short of divine punishment for them.
"However, my lifespan is nearing its end... like a lamp running out of oil..."
She repeatedly chewed on the immortal Daoist's roar before fleeing, and a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, "If this is true, then the pattern of this world that covers the sky may soon undergo earth-shaking changes... Will the 'Heavenly Court' fall into chaos?"
Gu Yuena's silver eyes shone brighter than the stars.
As the Silver Dragon King, she inherited half of the Dragon God's wisdom and memories, and her understanding of "Tao" and "Power" is more fundamental.
"That aura... surpasses even that of the Dragon God..."
Her voice was cool, yet tinged with barely suppressed excitement, "It's not a matter of strength, but a fundamental difference in the level of life!"
"Dragons... cough cough, they control elements, they control laws, but that phantom... he himself is the source of the laws! His 'perspective' on the world is completely different from ours!"
Beside her, Tang Wulin listened with a mixture of understanding and confusion, but he could still sense the shock in Na'er's tone.
" Gu Yue, just how strong do you think Lin Hao is?"
"They exist in different dimensions and cannot be easily compared."
Gu Yuena interrupted him, her gaze fixed intently on the spot where Lin Hao's illusory figure had disappeared in the Heavenly Screen, "Just as you can't understand everything that humans have built from the perspective of an ant."
She paused, a hint of doubt appearing on her exquisite face. "But why would such an existence be nearing the end of its lifespan?"
Is it a wound? Or a curse?
Or... is the path he chose inherently necessitating an unimaginable price to pay?
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Clear Sky Sect...
All the major powers in the Douluo Continent were currently in a state of profound shock.
Lin Hao's fleeting glance revealed a peak power and the demeanor of a strongman that they could not comprehend.
The Shrouding the Heavens World," outside the Undying Mountain.
The light from the stone tablet faded, and the phantom figure in white robes vanished without a trace.
Wang Ergou, who had survived the ordeal, collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his whole body already soaked in cold sweat.
The deathly shadow cast by that colossal hand that Shrouding the Heavens, and the astonishing power of Lin Hao's phantom glance that followed, were like two mountains pressing down on him, almost suffocating him.
He raised his head and stared blankly at the towering " Undying Mountain " stele, which exuded an aura of vicissitude and death, his heart filled with a sense of unreality.
I... I actually survived?
Saved by such a legendary being?
Just then, a clear and calm voice rang directly in his mind, not through his ears, yet perfectly clear:
How are you feeling?
Wang Ergou trembled and looked around abruptly, but saw no one.
He immediately realized that it was the voice of His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor!
Even if it's just a wisp of a shadow that dissipates, its will can still transcend space to communicate with him!
"Thank you so much, Your Heavenly Emperor, for saving my life!"
Wang Ergou immediately knelt down with a thud in the direction of the stone tablet, kowtowing repeatedly, his voice trembling with fear and lingering dread.
No need for formalities.
Lin Hao's voice remained calm, as if he had only done something insignificant. "You may rise."
Wang Ergou scrambled to his feet, standing with his hands at his sides, not daring to overstep the bounds in the slightest.
"You possess an aura that no creature of this place possesses."
Lin Hao's voice rang out again, tinged with inquiry, "Strange, really strange."
"Your very being is incompatible with this world."
"You... aren't from this world, are you?"
Wang Ergou's heart clenched; the problem he feared most had finally arrived.
He opened his mouth, his throat was dry, he wanted to speak but dared not.
Having suffered endless bullying in the Douluo Continent, he knew the saying "possessing a treasure is a crime," and who knew what trouble it would bring if his identity as a transmigrator were exposed.
Even though the Heavenly Emperor had just saved him and shown him rare "respect," his deep-rooted humility and wariness made it difficult for him to trust the other party immediately.