This was a man in his mid-thirties to forties, not particularly burly or tall, nor extraordinarily handso. In fact, his features looked quite ordinary. Yet with his hair white and cascading down, he emanated an undeniable Dao rhythm that no one could ignore.
Sitting simply upon a stone seat, he exuded an aura that seed taller than mountains, wider than seas – majestic, unparalleled, transcending ti and the ordinary.
A misty vapor, vague and winding, flowed from his entire being, forming a waterfall. Upon closer inspection, one could see special talismans manifest within it. They seed simple but were unfathomably intricate, as if they were the Heavenly Earth Dao itself branded upon the world.
These were Dao Traces, bestowed only upon those who had reached the Heavenly Divine Realm. These traces, once mastered, could be condensed into a tangible presence, possessing incredible powers – the true embodint of the Dao.
A Heavenly God-tier cultivator typically commands only a few Dao Traces. Having one or two is common, and having several in parallel is already quite remarkable. Yet the number of Dao Traces effusing from this mysterious man was countless, like a waterfall enshrouding his form - a sign of a Supre existence far beyond the Heavenly Divine Realm.
Divine Spirit!
In that mont, everyone realized his overwhelming strength. He was at least a true Supre Divine, possibly even stronger than a Divine, supre and invincible. His presence was unprecedentedly imnse, as if he could collapse the Ninth Layer Heaven and look down upon the Heavenly and Myriads of Worlds.
His white hair, loose and flowing like flaming white strands, exuded an imposing Dao Power that covered the sky and earth.
In this mont, all beings – humans or Demon Beasts – within the Divine Little World had to submit, trembling profusely, almost kneeling under the divine pressure, filled with utmost reverence.
Even the leading Super Experts who claid kingship had no choice but to bow before such boundless pressure – unrivaled in this epoch, defying all challenge, compelling submission.
Just as commoners would kneel before a high and mighty Emperor.
However, not everyone at the scene submitted and knelt. There were two people who remained notably steadfast, as ever – one was Ye Chen, and the other, the most mysterious Fairy Caiyun.
Ye Chen stood erect, his figure tall and straight, his black hair hanging loose. Fearlessly, he locked eyes with the Supre Divine seated on the stone, his entire body circulating a faint, radiant golden light, making him appear extraordinarily saintly.
The formidable pressure from the White-haired Divine seed to have no effect on him, not even slightly, which was astonishing.
Yet faintly, one could hear a thunderous torrent akin to a raging river roaring within the young man’s body. Unprecedented and deafening, it was a shocking display of his blood qi autonomously resisting the Divine pressure.
On the other hand, Fairy Caiyun, wearing a dreamy mask, was covered in an unusual Dao Light that circulated around her, a seven-colored radiance that made her seem transcendent and detached, like a Banished Immortal, unmoved by the Divine pressure.
Everyone was shocked – more so because Ye Chen was withstanding the Divinity’s power. Yet even more surprising was Fairy Caiyun, the masked woman who had always been an enigma, acknowledged only for her imnse strength.
Previously thought to be just a Super Expert among kings, but now she appeared even more extraordinary, standing serene and distinguished, with an air of Transcendence about her.
Beneath the dreamy mask, a pair of vibrant crystal eyes stared directly at the Divine seated upon the stone.
Ye Chen couldn’t help but take a glance at the woman, his brows knitted slightly. She gave off a profoundly mysterious aura, elusive to detect.
"Kid, this little lass has an extraordinary physique, hehe..." Elder Yan’s voice suddenly arose, and Ye Chen’s eyebrows lifted. He couldn’t see it for himself due to his current level of strength. He wanted to ask more, but Elder Yan responded with a secretive tone, "You’ll naturally co to understand in due ti."
This old fellow... Ye Chen thought to himself, feeling skeptical.
Similarly, Fairy Caiyun also gave Ye Chen a glance, with a touch of surprise, seemingly not expecting Ye Chen to withstand the Divine pressure which she also countered through so unknown ans.
Of course, this was also because the White-haired Divine had not fully unleashed his Divine pressure, for if he had, even a Heavenly God would have been forced to kneel and submit.
Whoosh—
At that mont, the gaze of the White-haired Divine on the stone seat materialized upon Ye Chen, like two Heavenly Swords shooting out, incredibly sharp, resounding with a tallic clang, shaking heaven and earth. They were like two mountainous giants landing on Ye Chen, subjecting him to a terrifying oppressive force.
This oppressive force, directed solely at Ye Chen, shocked everyone. It was fearso; even the void trembled. Was this the true power of a Supre Divine?
Just his gaze alone was this daunting. One couldn’t even imagine the full extent of his world-shattering powers, perhaps being able to obliterate the capital of a Kingdom in the blink of an eye, erasing it completely from the world, reducing it to flat ground.
Despite feeling that such divine power was sowhat exaggerated, when considering the Divine Spirits, it seed not at all impossible to achieve.
Yang Shaoqi, Long Tenghua, and Li Cheng, several young Heavenly Prides, were also sneering at Ye Chen’s insolence, daring to provoke a Supre Divine like this—did he really think he was invincible? How laughable.
In their hearts, they were dying for Ye Chen to be slain by the Divine.
"Ye Chen..."
Vivian, Princess Hongs Rong, the Thirteenth Prince, and others changed color with concern. After all, they were in the presence of a true Supre Divine, not to be provoked, only to be revered.
Ye Chen shuddered, his strong Blood Qi boiling from the shock of that gaze. If not for his strong Treasure Body, a normal Martial God facing this would likely have been coughing blood and blown away.
His expression darkened, but he also deeply realized the huge gap between himself and the white-haired Divine before him, as vast as an ant confronting a giant dragon. At the mont, he was unable to bear such pressure and was about to have Elder Yan make a move, when suddenly, the cold Ice Spirit Strange Fire on his body exploded with a boom, turning into a sea of fire that protected his body, allowing the Divine pressure to dissipate.
The white-haired Divine expressed surprise and then looked at Ye Chen, startled, and said, "That’s the Ice Spirit Strange Fire, how did you co to possess it?"
Ye Chen did not hide anything and said, "I comprehended it in the Great Desert and then refined it."
The white-haired Divine imdiately looked twice at Ye Chen, clearly impressed. Such a feat was definitely extraordinary, not sothing a common young person could possess, especially since so much of the Dao had dissipated across the Great Desert over such a long ti, yet he was still able to refine it—what a marvel.
He nodded and showed a hint of admiration, saying, "You are indeed remarkable, and your Treasure Body is not bad either, actually a Human Origin Golden Body, and such a pure one, at that."
The white-haired Divine’s experience was vast, and he saw through the Magic Technique Ye Chen cultivated at a glance.
However, Ye Chen frowned because the other party recognized the Human Origin Golden Body, clearly coming from the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms or related to it, otherwise, it would be difficult to know the Magic Techniques and secret techniques of the Heavenly and Myriads of Worlds within a typical closed-off world.
Then, the Divine pressure from the white-haired Divine receded like the tide, no longer exerted upon Ye Chen, and then the Divine looked at Fairy Caiyun and with a hint of astonishnt, murmured softly, "I hadn’t expected to see such a constitution in this lifeti. Could it really be that the great world is starting to recover? Is it about to revive the splendor of the destroyed Mythical Era?"
Everyone was taken aback. Could Fairy Caiyun also possess so special constitution?
But Ye Chen was profoundly shocked, displaying an intensity of surprise he had never before shown.
Because the "Mythical Era" signified an age so ancient it was untraceable, an epoch that buried the vast cosmos, an epoch once incomparably glorious and prosperous.
Even in his past life, he knew only a little about this Mythical Era.
The white-haired Divine, however, did not elaborate further, instead, he swept his gaze across the crowd, looking at the vibrant younger generation and suddenly felt emotive, sighing softly, "I hadn’t thought that upon awakening, so many years would have passed. It’s been a very long ti since I’ve seen outsiders. Remaining here sealed for tens of thousands of years, I’ve finally awaited your arrival. Although only one among you has the awe-inspiring talent that truly stands out, it’s still better than none."
The trialists were geniuses from the Super forces, especially people like Yang Shaoqi, who were heirs apparent to becoming Super Experts, with unmatched talent, highly regarded by the Super forces but through the eyes of a being like the white-haired Divine, they really were just a bit exceptional.
Only Ye Chen and Fairy Caiyun among those present could be considered truly outstanding.
Yet after hearing the Divine’s words, everyone was imnsely startled. They were facing soone who had lived for over ten thousand years—what kind of existence was this, when even a Divine couldn’t possibly survive so long?
Could the other party have transcended the Divine Spirit Realm, stepping even further on the path of Cultivation?
This thought made everyone’s hearts tremble with fear. If this were true, it would be akin to witnessing a ghost.
"Do you all wish to obtain the treasure I have left behind?"
The white-haired Divine chuckled, a jade bottle appearing in the palm of his hand, transparent and gleaming, with a green light swirling around it, and filled with mysterious and complex Daoist Rules ford by condensed Dao Traces—a Divine Bottle that was priceless, even the Heavenly Gods would go mad for it.
But within the Dao Trace Jade Bottle, several drops of blood could be clearly seen flowing, each drop shining with dazzling blood-light, emanating vast fluctuations of Blood Qi, like vast oceans of blood.
And within the blood, one could vaguely discern intertwining blood-colored Order Divine Chains, rich with the Dao Rhythm.
"That is... Dao Blood!"
Ye Chen was shocked!
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