Those Who Chant My True Name Shall Gain Eternal Life — They Don't Even Deserve to Be Ants
Those Who Chant My True Name Shall Gain Eternal Life — They Don’t Even Deserve to Be Ants
Within the palace, clouds and mist churned, wisps of divine radiance flowing through the air. Countless treasures hung upon the four walls, incomparably mystical, gleaming with brilliant light.
Fortunately, there was no one else in the palace right now — otherwise, their eyes would have bulged wide in utter disbelief.
Was this still the Saintess in their hearts — holy and transcendent, flawless and otherworldly, like a fairy maiden of the Nine Heavens?
“Wuwu...”
Gu Changge had no awareness whatsoever that he was taking advantage of Jiang Chuchu. Her beautiful eyes went wide, filled with endless grievance, and she kept trying to push him away.
But Gu Changge’s strength was immense — not something she could break free from in her current state.
Gradually, her body went soft, and she nearly lost her footing.
Her heart burned with shame and indignation. She had long since guessed that this bastard Gu Changge wouldn’t keep his word, yet she had still clung to a sliver of hope, wanting to believe him.
But Gu Changge had truly gone too far. His mouth had agreed so earnestly, yet in reality, not a single word of his could be trusted.
“Alright, stop daydreaming about good things all day.”
“Be smarter from now on, you silly girl.”
Finally, Gu Changge released Jiang Chuchu, his figure appearing off to the side, putting some distance between them as he spoke with a smile.
“You bastard! I’m never believing you again!”
Jiang Chuchu’s face was covered in rosy clouds. Never had she been this mortified and furious. She glared at him, her red lips glistening with a captivating sheen.
She felt utterly wronged, realizing just how stupid she had been — to actually, foolishly, believe the words of this great demon.
Gu Changge chuckled, unbothered. “Who can say what the future holds?”
“And who was it last time that said she wouldn’t consider my suggestion?”
Jiang Chuchu snorted coldly, steadying her emotions and forcing herself to calm down.
Every time she encountered Gu Changge, her heart could never stay at peace — his actions always stirred up great waves within her.
Just like today, being bullied by him at his whim.
After that, Gu Changge didn’t continue teasing her. Instead, he earnestly began helping her plan and strategize.
How to resolve the chaos of the great demons emerging from the Demon-Burying Abyss this time.
For a moment, Jiang Chuchu was somewhat bewildered, studying him carefully several times over.
Had this guy had a change of heart? He was actually being this considerate of her?
Thinking about it that way, her mood improved somewhat, and she felt that what had just happened perhaps hadn’t been such a loss after all.
“Why are you suddenly being so nice today...”
Jiang Chuchu felt that the Gu Changge before her now was somewhat different from the Gu Changge she had known before.
The old Gu Changge would never have cared about the lives of those unrelated to him — selfish, cold, and heartless to the extreme.
Yet now he was actually talking about how to travel to the Demon-Burying Abyss, to suppress the great demons there and sweep away the calamity threatening the Beyond.
Could it really be... because of her?
“The great demons of the Demon-Burying Abyss have emerged. As cultivators of the Beyond, we naturally cannot shirk our duty. What’s more, my current identity is that of the Mortal One — isn’t protecting the peace of all living beings under heaven my responsibility?”
Hearing her words, Gu Changge couldn’t help but shake his head, putting on a rather righteous and awe-inspiring air. Then he sighed somewhat. “Besides, you’re so stupid and so stubborn. Knowing full well how dangerous that place is, you still insist on going. How am I supposed to feel at ease?”
The Demon-Burying Abyss was in turmoil, and the demoness in red was about to emerge. He had been searching for a suitable excuse to head over.
Now, with the identity of the Mortal One conveniently hanging on him, it suited Gu Changge’s wishes perfectly.
Otherwise, if he rushed to the Demon-Burying Abyss at this time and something happened there, many sects and powers would inevitably connect it to him at the first opportunity.
But with a proper justification, that was a different story.
Hearing these words, Jiang Chuchu was first stunned, then stared straight at him, her eyes crystalline and bright, as if countless starlights had gathered within them.
She felt that everything Gu Changge had said before was nonsense — only that last sentence was the truth. After all, how could someone like him ever care about all living beings under heaven?
“I understand. From now on, I’ll try to avoid going to those dangerous places.”
Jiang Chuchu nodded earnestly, as if making a promise to him.
At this moment, she felt a warmth spreading through her heart.
Although Gu Changge always said he wouldn’t care about her, every time she ran into trouble or difficulty, he would appear.
This was no longer the first or second time.
“There’s no need for that. Do whatever you want to do. I won’t stop you, nor will I blame you for anything. If I made you stand by and watch people die, given your personality, even if you agreed, you probably wouldn’t feel good about it inside.”
However, to Jiang Chuchu’s great surprise —
This time, Gu Changge actually didn’t scold or mock her. Instead, he spoke such considerate words on her behalf.
She stared at him in a daze. Seeing that he was also looking back at her, she lowered her eyes and gave a soft “mm.”
“You... if you ever want to... want to bully me in the future, just tell me. I actually... won’t refuse.”
Then, as if mustering her courage once more, she raised her eyes to look at him and said this.
The moment the words left her mouth, rosy clouds bloomed across her fair, delicate face.
Her heart pounded wildly, and she felt a little dizzy — she had actually been bold enough to say such a thing to Gu Changge.
“Bully you?”
Gu Changge was slightly taken aback, then smiled with keen interest. “Which kind are you referring to?”
He was, of course, asking despite knowing full well.
Jiang Chuchu was thin-skinned. For her to say something like this had already surprised him greatly.
“I don’t know.”
Jiang Chuchu’s voice trembled slightly. Unable to withstand his gaze, she hurriedly turned her head away.
She had already said such a thing herself, yet Gu Changge still pretended not to understand.
He really was a bastard.
“If you don’t know, then doesn’t that mean... it’s up to me?”
Gu Changge teased.
Jiang Chuchu’s face burned hot. She felt that if she stayed here any longer, Gu Changge might very well toss her into his little world again — after all, she had already said she wouldn’t refuse.
So she hurriedly rose to her feet and fled in disarray, her dress fluttering, swaying gracefully, utterly enchanting.
Gu Changge watched her figure disappear beyond the palace gates and couldn’t help but smile.
Afterward, news of Gu Changge’s arrival at the Mortal Palace quickly spread, shocking the many experts of the Mortal Palace, who all came in unison to pay their respects.
After all, Gu Changge’s current identity was... the Mortal One.
As for whether it was real or fake, that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Gu Changge’s arrival could resolve the troubles they currently faced.
Many also speculated that Gu Changge’s coming to the Mortal Palace had a great deal to do with Jiang Chuchu.
On this point, Jiang Chuchu found it hard to explain anything, and could only tacitly accept it.
In the past, she had never imagined that one day she would betray the Mortal Palace, and let the one who killed the Mortal One impersonate the Mortal One.
Looking at the many Mortal Palace experts below the palace, all wearing expressions of reverence, her heart was filled with complicated emotions. But things had come to this point — there was no other way.
Just as Gu Changge had said before, what the Mortal Palace needed was not the person of the Mortal One, but the identity of the Mortal One.
Anyone could become the Mortal One, so long as they could hold up the Mortal Palace’s standing at a time like this.
As for where the true Mortal One was, that was no longer something the people of the Mortal Palace needed to consider.
“This calamity of the Demon-Burying Abyss — we’ll have to trouble Young Master Changge.”
“With Young Master Changge taking action, we can rest assured.”
“The Demon-Burying Abyss has swept through many neighboring powers, inflicting heavy losses. Now, many Buddhas of the Buddhist Mountain have descended the mountain to exterminate demons. If Young Master Changge also takes action, this matter can surely be resolved swiftly, restoring peace to the world.”
“Indeed. With Young Master Changge here, we can all breathe a sigh of relief.”
The crowd of Mortal Palace experts let out sighs of relief, their words not lacking in flattery toward Gu Changge.
If the older generation were to go, they would inevitably miss out on the campaign against the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains. They couldn’t split their attention, nor could they easily get away.
Gu Changge had already planned to make a trip to the Demon-Burying Abyss, so he naturally wouldn’t refuse. Moreover, with a crowd of Mortal Palace experts bearing witness, his going there was to vanquish demons and defend the righteous path.
As for whether the demoness in red would bathe the Beyond in blood after her emergence — that had nothing to do with him, and no one would suspect him.
In Gu Changge’s plan, although the demoness in red still had about half a year before breaking her seal and emerging, he couldn’t wait that long. He intended to release her ahead of time.
So he had already anticipated what would happen near the Demon-Burying Abyss afterward.
Over the following days, Gu Changge was in no hurry to head to the Demon-Burying Abyss. Instead, he remained within the Mortal Palace.
Jiang Chuchu showed him around the various ancient sites and palaces, including the Mortal Palace’s many scripture repositories, the relics and inscriptions left by immortals, and so on.
None of these things interested Gu Changge.
Moreover, because he had once devoured the reincarnated soul of the Mortal One, he knew many of the Mortal Palace’s secrets.
He was even well aware of the Mortal Palace’s inheritance method, which allowed its cultivators to completely accept the Dao Fruit of the previous generation, achieving an effect akin to instant enlightenment.
Of course, such inheritance was exceedingly rare. No one was so magnanimous as to willingly hand over the fruits of a lifetime of cultivation to another.
Unless it was one of those old-timers whose end was drawing near — only then, on their deathbed, would they pass their lifetime’s Dao Fruit to the next generation.
But beyond all this, what interested Gu Changge the most was the Land of Faith.
“The Mortal Palace’s most precious treasure is actually the Power of Faith. It is the faith of all living beings — and at the same time, the Fortuity and willpower of all living beings...”
Gu Changge also had intentions of testing something in his heart.
He then placed the Golden Fortuity Cauldron within the main hall of the Mortal Palace, to receive the Fortuity and Power of Faith converging from all across the Beyond.
Wisps of silver radiance drifted in from every corner of heaven and earth, finally resembling an Astral River as they poured down into the Golden Fortuity Cauldron.
In an instant, that place shone golden, with countless strands of silver light. At this moment, brilliant divine light condensed within Gu Changge’s mind, every character suffused with ancient vicissitudes.
It was a cultivation method for the Faith Dharma Body — only, it required a vast ocean of Power of Faith to sustain it... Ordinary people simply couldn’t cultivate it.
“So this is the power of faith...”
“Perhaps I can try a different approach.”
“Those who chant my true name shall gain eternal life within the cycle of reincarnation. I can certainly put on a divine manifestation and give it a try.”
Gu Changge closed his eyes, then sat cross-legged at this spot.
With a single thought, a terrifying and boundless silver Power of Faith surged forth, converging toward this place.
Weng!
The heavens trembled. The palace outside shook violently.
A terrifying momentum swept outward, incomparably vast. Even the stars beyond the domains rustled and shuddered, as if about to fall.
Starting from the Middle Domain, countless living beings and cultivators paled drastically, feeling a terrifying pressure rising from that direction, unable to resist the urge to prostrate themselves in worship.
Every single person felt as though they were facing the majestic might of heaven itself.
Jiang Chuchu sensed this disturbance and arrived at the scene, staring somewhat astonished at the sight before her.
Within the palace, Gu Changge’s figure had become blurred, incomparably tall and slender, his hair crystalline and flowing with radiance, with Mists of Chaos coiling around him.
And at this moment, beside him, the silver Power of Faith blazed like divine fire.
Clusters of flame flickered and danced, as if reflecting billions of laws and divine abilities — incomparably profound.
The sight was truly awe-inspiring. Each cluster of silver flame hung suspended in the surrounding space, as if offering prayers and kowtows to him.
Each cluster of flame seemed like a world unto itself — ancient and vast, capable of containing all things.
“Someone in this world is chanting my name...”
Gu Changge sat cross-legged within the silver divine flames, sensing the intent of faith transmitted from various worlds.
At this moment, in a certain region, this feeling was especially intense — blazing and profound, incomparably dense.
This belonged to one of his devout worshippers.
Images surfaced before his eyes, coming from this devout worshipper.
At the same time, infinitely far away from the Mortal Palace.
Beyond the Boundary Marker Sea, in a great desert near the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
On one side of this desert lay a black, deathly still ocean. It looked calm and untroubled, yet it harbored terrifying killing intent.
Waves surged and billowed, as if worlds were turning — even those of the Emperor Realm would find it impassable.
By the shores of the Boundary Marker Sea, pitch-black seawater came crashing toward them, carrying an aura of death.
Upon this sea, bony black warships drifted, along with all manner of strange vessels crossing over, densely packed, all hailing from the Beyond.
Above the Boundary Marker Sea stretched a terrifying expanse of vast, desolate mist, a towering fog that spanned the horizon with no end in sight.
Countless beings and Cultivators of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, their bodies wreathed in savage auras and overwhelming might, burst forth from within the desolate mist and assembled beyond the Boundary Marker Sea.
Far off in the great desert, a brutal battle was erupting.
The vanguard forces of both sides were clashing, and within the terrifying black fog, the projected reflections of the supreme beings of the Beyond gazed down coldly.
Although they could not cross over in person, they could rely on the younger generation, using various magical artifacts to cast their reflected incarnations down upon this side, intimidating the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
The Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains also had supreme beings appear, but in both number and cultivation, they were clearly inferior to the side of the Beyond.
This left many of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains with heavy expressions, filled with worry.
The supreme beings had yet to exchange blows; this battle was, for now, merely a clash between the younger generations, with both sides sending out their young talents to slaughter and wage war upon this ground.
Such fighting was incomparably brutal, with grievous casualties.
The younger generation of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains was clearly inferior in cultivation to the Beyond. Even fighting in a rotating battle of attrition, they could not wear down a single one of the Beyond’s fighters!
“The eighth one!”
“Who’s next?”
Upon the battlefield, a creature with the appearance of a Yaksha sneered coldly, his entire body wreathed in bloodlight, his vital energy surging terrifyingly.
His long spear swept out, slashing forward, and the void instantly exploded.
Crimson runes blazed brilliantly, strands of scarlet radiance interweaving into a single sheet that slashed down! A young prodigy of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains instantly screamed as he burst apart, body and soul annihilated on the spot.
This sight greatly boosted the morale of the Beyond’s side; everyone cheered, and even the supreme beings shrouded within the mist nodded slightly, showing approval.
The side of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, meanwhile, fell into utter dejection, many of the older generation’s experts wearing ugly, ashen expressions.
The younger generation was even more terrified, their faces pale, stricken with fear.
Eight of them had fought in a rotating battle, yet none had been a match for that one opponent, who had swiftly cut them all down, shocking everyone.
Such power, such a gap—it truly filled them with despair.
“The Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains really are trash as always. Even finding eight of you, none are a match for me.”
“What else can you do besides... hiding beyond the Boundary Marker Sea?”
“Had you known it would come to this, why did you do it in the first place? Since you betrayed our side, you deserve to suffer for your sins forever—death alone cannot absolve you.”
The Yaksha-like creature laughed coldly, standing firm in the middle of the field, long spear in hand, deeply contemptuous of... the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains’ side.
“Who truly knows what happened back then?”
“Don’t push people too far! The true prodigies of our realm simply aren’t here right now—otherwise they would surely cut you down!”
“You won’t be smug for long. When the time comes, they will absolutely slay you and avenge the Cultivators of our realm!”
Hearing these words, the eyes of many young ones of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains reddened; they simply could not endure such humiliation, especially with morale already so low—it was practically... maddening with hatred.
The older generation’s experts gritted their teeth even harder, their hatred surging to the heavens.
“True prodigies?”
The Yaksha-like creature merely snorted in derision at these words, even more disdainful. “If you knew what a true prodigy was, I’m afraid it would drive you to despair, leaving you without even the courage to resist.”
“If my Master were here, a single palm strike would annihilate you all! Your so-called prodigies, before my Master, don’t even qualify to be ants.”
At these words, the many prodigies and experts of the Beyond—even those beings hidden within the mist—all grew solemn, many unable to help revealing expressions of reverence.
This Yaksha before them was, after all, a former follower of that one.
These words were no empty boast!
“You...”
As these words fell, the young Cultivators and beings of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains were first stunned, then erupted in fury, unable to bear the other’s contemptuous, mocking attitude.
They simply could not believe that behind such a powerful and terrifying Yaksha, there was actually a Master.
“I’ll cut you down!”
Just then, a figure emerged from the side of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
Clad in a long cyan robe, with very long hair and a handsome face, holding a long cyan saber, he stepped out from among them and descended onto the battlefield.
His face now carried a faint anger, though he was forcibly restraining and suppressing it.
Having personally witnessed so many prodigies of his side die miserably at the Yaksha’s hands, he simply could not sit still—he was determined to step forward, wash away the humiliation, and rouse morale.
The moment they saw this person, many young prodigies of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains were shocked, and then an uproar broke out.
“It’s him! Lin Qingyang—Lin Wu’s older brother!”
“What a pity Lin Wu isn’t here, otherwise he could definitely crush that damned Yaksha. But as Lin Wu’s older brother, Lin Qingyang’s strength shouldn’t be underestimated.”
“After all, with Lin Wu’s guidance, the prodigies of their Lin Family should have advanced by leaps and bounds. They are the Blood Dragon Clan, after all!”
Many hearts surged with excitement, seeing hope of victory.
Since Lin Qingyang dared to step forward, it meant he absolutely had the confidence to defeat the opponent—not to mention he carried Dragon Blood in his veins and had a powerful younger brother guiding him.
Lin Qingyang’s younger brother was a legendary existence, dazzlingly brilliant, whom many of them held in awe.
Among the strongest of the younger generation of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains today, he unquestionably held a place.
“Qingyang...”
On the side of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, a supreme being of the Sacred King Realm gazed with a somewhat complicated expression, then offered a word of caution: “Be careful.”
“Understood, Ancestor.”
Lin Qingyang nodded, transforming into an afterimage that seemed to vanish from where he stood, charging forward to begin his deadly battle with the opponent.
It was a great battle, the two evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand.
Lin Qingyang’s strength was formidable, but the strength of the Yaksha-like creature, Ye Han, was no weaker—he ranked among the upper echelons of the Beyond’s Young Prodigies; otherwise, he would not have been qualified to be Gu Changge’s follower.
Both were covered in blood, struggling bitterly. “Still, in the end, you are no match for me.”
Ye Han roared, and in the next instant found an opening—his long spear swept across, Divine Chains of Order blazing, and violently pierced through his opponent’s body.
Everyone on the side of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains turned cold-faced, feeling that this Yaksha’s strength was truly too terrifying—simply... invincible, sweeping all before him, with no one able to stand against him.
“Heh heh, you fell for it!”
Yet in the next moment, the situation abruptly changed—the impaled Lin Qingyang suddenly laughed coldly.
The blood on his body began to burn hot, a terrifying power reviving within it, seeking to travel along the long spear and strike at Ye Han.
Under this blow, the Yaksha coughed up blood repeatedly, his arms exploded and flew off, and even his indestructible long spear trembled, seemingly emitting cracking sounds!
Boom!
“Give me your life!”
Lin Qingyang paid no heed to his injuries whatsoever, closing in at extreme speed, one fist punching through, boundless blood energy boiling, blasting Ye Han apart in midair, tearing him to pieces!
Behind him, faintly, a peerless True Dragon emerged, granting him incomparable power.
This scene caused everyone on the side of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains to cheer, their expressions shifting again and again, from their earlier despondency to exhilaration.
Lin Qingyang had proven to them with his strength that the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains were no weaker than the Beyond.
Many on the Beyond’s side also changed expression, never expecting that at the critical moment, Lin Qingyang would suddenly erupt with such power—it was simply astounding; even Ye Han had been blown apart by him.
“Today I slay you to honor the Cultivators of my realm.”
Lin Qingyang roared, pressing the advantage, intending to completely annihilate Ye Han here, planning to destroy his divine soul and extinguish him body and spirit.
Ye Han’s expression changed drastically; his divine soul tried to escape, but it simply could not match his opponent’s speed. Utterly despairing, he watched as he was about to be slain on the spot.
Buzz!!
At the center of his brow, strands upon strands of silver threads suddenly emerged, incomparably brilliant, containing an indescribable mysterious power.
In this instant, heaven and earth suddenly froze for a moment; a supreme and terrifying aura continuously surfaced, as if about to descend upon this place across countless worlds and spaces.
“What is this...”
“Across the Boundary Marker Sea—what existence can still descend upon this place?”
The many supreme beings of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains all changed expression in unison, finding it inconceivable, their very souls trembling faintly.
Everyone could not help but feel their whole bodies turn cold, as if frozen in place, utterly unable to move, an immense dread sweeping over their entire beings.
Lin Qingyang, who was in the midst of pursuing Ye Han, felt this even more directly.
His entire body trembled to the extreme; he dared not move an inch, his very soul seemingly frozen solid.
A tall, blurred figure seemed to cross countless spaces and appear in this place.
It was an incomparably shocking and astonishing sight—specks of divine light, utterly hazy, shrouded in chaotic mist, with what seemed like three thousand worlds encircling this figure, making it the one and only in all of heaven and earth, eternal and indestructible.
Silver divine flames burned, dazzling and resplendent.
“This is... this is Master protecting me!”
“Ye Han pays respects to Master!”
The Yaksha-like creature’s face flooded with wild joy as he prostrated himself upon the ground with utmost devotion and fervor, kowtowing toward the figure before him.
“That is the incarnation of that one... to think it can actually affect this place.”
“Just what level has his cultivation reached by now...”
Within the dense mist, the many supreme beings of the Beyond recognized the figure before them; their expressions all grew solemn, feeling a tremor of disbelief.
“Qingyang, flee, quickly!”
“This person is not someone you can fight.”
The supreme being of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains who had spoken earlier suddenly changed expression; his figure streaked across, and he brought out his own weapon, intending to battle the incarnation that had appeared before them, meaning to resist it.
Boom!!
However, the figure shrouded in silver divine flames wore an utterly cold expression, seemingly devoid of any emotion, high above all, looking down upon the ages.
Its single palm pressed down upon the entire sky, its vital energy shaking heaven and earth, surging and unmatched—everything blocking its path ahead exploded apart!
Boom!
This was an indescribable, heaven-toppling divine might.
This incarnation’s great hand covered the firmament, its palm lines clearly visible, golden light dazzling, like the hand of a Supreme Ruler, carrying terrifying pressure!
The supreme being of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains changed color, brought out his weapon, and unleashed his strongest methods—yet it was all to no avail; his body was blasted apart, blood splattering across the sky.
This scene was unspeakably horrifying, leaving everyone dumbstruck, their souls unable to stop trembling.
His blood carried a divine quality, with golden aura and runes pouring down from the sky.
The already battered and broken desert looked as though it had been scorched by the fires of hell.
Only the weapon he had brought out, its radiance dimmed, hummed and trembled on its own, then with a thud exploded in the void, shattering into fragments that crashed into the ground.
In all directions, everything instantly fell deathly silent; the ripples of battle dissipated, and the figure in the sky slowly faded away, as if everything just now had been everyone’s hallucination.
But the sight of a Sacred King Realm being before them being slain by a single palm strike left them chilled to the bone.
“Thank you, Daren, for saving my life!”
“Thank you, Daren, for saving my life!”
Only Ye Han knelt prostrate upon the ground, reverent and fervent, kowtowing in worship toward that direction, devoted to the utmost extreme.
“So powerful—is this already that one’s current strength?”
“Simply inconceivable.”
Everyone on the Beyond’s side likewise stared at the scene before them in shock and stupor, their hearts utterly unable to calm.
They had never imagined that at the brink of life and death, that one would, across a distance of hundreds of millions of miles, save Ye Han.
Such means were like something out of a dream, powerful to an unbelievable degree.
While horrified, they could not help but feel envy toward Ye Han—following such a Master, one could even be saved at the critical moment.
“In ancient legends, among the supreme beings of the immortals, those who reach unimaginable realms... so long as one devoutly chants their true name in one’s heart, one can cause them to send down a wisp of their incarnation, protecting oneself for eternity...”
At this moment, many thought of this legend, shaken to the core, and faintly, thoughts of faith began to arise within them, awed by what they had witnessed today.
Even more of the young prodigies were fervent, deeply feeling that Gu Changge’s power had already reached an inconceivable level.
This was already far beyond anything they could imagine or aspire to.
“Just who was that person just now...”
On the side of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, many felt chills run through their bodies, their skulls nearly bursting from the horror—witnessing such terrifying divine might for the first time, it was simply nothing a person could resist.
“They say it’s the leading figure of the Beyond’s side...”
The person beside them spoke with a trembling voice; hearing the sounds coming from the Beyond’s side, they suddenly felt that what Ye Han had said earlier was right.
Having witnessed this scene with their own eyes, they could no longer muster even the slightest will to resist.