This was a man in his thirties or forties, in the prime of middle age. His stature was not particularly imposing or tall, nor was he exceptionally handsome. In fact, his features appeared quite ordinary. Yet, his white hair cascaded down, and he exuded an aura of Dao charm that could not be ignored by anyone.
Simply sitting upon the stone throne, he gave off a feeling of being taller than mountains and vaster than seas—heroic, peerless, and extraordinary beyond compare.
From his entire body flowed faint wisps of mist, coalescing into a waterfall-like veil. Upon closer inspection, however, one could see special Dao symbols manifesting within. They appeared simple yet were incredibly complex, as if imprinted with the very laws of heaven and earth.
These were Dao marks. Only after reaching the Heavenly God realm could one condense their comprehended Dao into tangible, manifested Dao marks, possessing unimaginable power—the true manifestation of the Dao.
Heavenly Gods generally did not master many Dao marks; one or two were basic, and several operating in parallel was already remarkable. But like this mysterious man before them, whose entire body overflowed with Dao marks—countless, astonishing in number, like a waterfall concealing his form—it was clear he was an existence that had surpassed the Heavenly God realm.
A Divine Spirit!
At this moment, everyone understood the peerless might of this person. He was at least a true, supreme Divine Spirit, possibly even stronger than a Divine Spirit—supreme and unparalleled. An unprecedented, immense pressure emanated from his entire being, as if it could crush the nine heavens and look down upon the myriad realms.
His white hair flowed freely, each strand like a leaping flame, appearing divine. The pressure of the Great Dao spread out overwhelmingly.
At this moment, everyone and every demonic beast within this Divine Spirit's small world had to submit, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, even on the verge of kneeling under this pressure, filled with immense awe.
The several quasi-king super experts were no exception; they had no choice. This pressure was too boundless, unparalleled in the current age. Who could look down upon it? All had to submit.
It was like commoners encountering a lofty emperor—they had to kneel and submit.
However, not everyone present knelt and submitted. Two individuals were special, standing firm as before.
One was Ye Chen. The other was the most mysterious Fairy Caiyun.
Ye Chen stood tall, his posture straight and slender, black hair flowing. He fearlessly met the gaze of the supreme Divine Spirit upon the stone throne. A faint, shimmering golden radiance circulated throughout his body, making him appear transcendent and saintly.
The supreme pressure from the white-haired Divine Spirit seemed to have no effect on him; he remained unmoved, which was astonishing.
Yet, faintly, one could distinctly hear the roaring, flood-like sound of blood energy surging within the youth's body—unprecedented, deafening, shockingly terrifying—automatically resisting the Divine Spirit's pressure.
On the other hand, Fairy Caiyun, wearing her dreamlike mask, had an unusual radiance of the Great Dao flowing around her—a seven-colored, rosy glow—making her appear transcendent and ethereal, like an exiled immortal. She, too, remained unmoved by the Divine Spirit's pressure.
The crowd was shocked. But compared to Ye Chen's ability to resist the Divine Spirit's might, they were more astonished by Fairy Caiyun. This masked woman had always been an enigma, extremely mysterious, only known to possess formidable strength.
Previously, she was thought to be merely a quasi-king super expert. But now, she appeared even more extraordinary. She stood gracefully, appearing so transcendent and ethereal, possessing an aura of detachment.
Beneath the dreamlike mask, a pair of colorful crystal eyes looked directly at the Divine Spirit on the stone throne.
Ye Chen couldn't help but glance at this woman, his sword-like brows slightly furrowed. She gave him a profoundly mysterious feeling, difficult to probe.
"Little guy, this young lady's physique is quite extraordinary, hehe..." Old Yan's voice suddenly rang out. Ye Chen's brows lifted slightly. With his current limitations in strength, he truly couldn't see it. He wanted to ask, but Old Yan was being mysterious: "You'll find out naturally in the future."
This old fellow... Ye Chen grumbled inwardly.
Similarly, Fairy Caiyun also glanced at Ye Chen, showing some surprise as well. She seemed not to have expected Ye Chen to be able to resist, for this was the pressure of a Divine Spirit. She herself had to employ some unknown means to withstand it.
Of course, it was also because the white-haired Divine Spirit had not fully released his Divine Spirit pressure. Otherwise, even a Heavenly God would have to kneel and submit.
Whoosh—
At this moment, the white-haired Divine Spirit on the stone throne cast a pair of solidified gazes upon Ye Chen. They were like two heavenly swords shooting out, incredibly sharp, clanging and resonating, shaking heaven and earth. They felt more like two massive mountain ranges pressing down on Ye Chen, subjecting him to terrifying pressure.
This pressure was directed solely at Ye Chen, yet it still shocked onlookers because it was too terrifying. Even the void trembled. Was this the true manifestation of a supreme Divine Spirit's power?
Even his gaze was so fearsome. One could only imagine how terrifying his true, world-shaking power must be. With a flip of his hand, he could likely obliterate the capital of a kingdom, wiping it completely from the world, leveling it to the ground.
Although such power seemed exaggerated, placed upon such a Divine Spirit, it didn't seem impossible.
Yang Shaoqi, Long Tenghua, Li Sheng, and the other young prodigies sneered coldly at Ye Chen's audacity. How dare he provoke a supreme Divine Spirit like this? Did he truly think himself invincible under heaven? How laughable.
In their hearts, they wished for Ye Chen to be slain by the Divine Spirit.
"Ye Chen..."
Vivian, Princess Hong Rong, the Thirteenth Prince, and others paled, worried for him. After all, this was a true, supreme Divine Spirit—not to be provoked, only to be revered.
Ye Chen's entire body shuddered. The powerful blood energy within him was stirred to a boil by that gaze. If not for his sufficiently strong treasure body, an ordinary Martial God facing this would likely cough blood and be sent flying.
His expression darkened, but he deeply understood the vast gap between himself and this white-haired Divine Spirit before him—like an ant facing a giant dragon. Currently, he could hardly withstand such pressure. Just as he was about to ask Old Yan to intervene, the pale cold flame on his body suddenly exploded with a roar, transforming into a sea of fire that protected him, causing the Divine Spirit's pressure to dissipate.
The white-haired Divine Spirit let out a sound of surprise, then looked at Ye Chen with some astonishment. "This is the Ice Spirit Odd Fire. How did you obtain it?"
Ye Chen didn't hide it. "I comprehended it in the great desert, then refined it."
Immediately, the white-haired Divine Spirit couldn't help but regard Ye Chen more highly. Such skill was absolutely extraordinary, not something an ordinary young person could possess. The Dao remnants in the great desert had faded too much over such a long time. To still be able to refine it from there... how brilliant.
He nodded, revealing an appreciative expression. "You are indeed extraordinary. And your treasure body is good—it's actually the Human Yuan Golden Body, and such a pure one at that."
The white-haired Divine Spirit had vast experience, seeing through the cultivation method Ye Chen practiced at a glance.
But Ye Chen frowned. The other party actually recognized the Human Yuan Golden Body. He was clearly from the myriad realms or related to them. Otherwise, it would be difficult to know about the secret techniques and methods from the myriad realms in a generally closed-off world.
Subsequently, the Divine Spirit pressure around the white-haired Divine Spirit receded like a tide, no longer pressing upon Ye Chen. He then looked at Fairy Caiyun, showing a trace of amazement, and softly said, "I never thought I would see such a physique in this era. Could it be that the Great Age is truly beginning to revive? To restore the glory of the destroyed Mythical Era?"
The crowd was stunned. Was Fairy Caiyun the possessor of some special physique?
However, Ye Chen shuddered, revealing unprecedented shock.
Because of the four words: "Mythical Era." This was an era so ancient it was untraceable, an epoch that buried the entire vast universe, a once incomparably glorious and prosperous age.
Even someone as powerful as his past life only knew a sliver about this Mythical Era.
But the white-haired Divine Spirit did not continue. Instead, his gaze swept over the crowd, looking at the numerous vibrant younger generation. Suddenly, he felt a wave of emotion and sighed softly, "I never thought that upon awakening, so many years have already passed. It has truly been a very, very long time since I've seen outsiders. Sealed here for ten thousand years, I've finally waited for your arrival. Although only one person's aptitude can be considered dazzling and outstanding, it's better than nothing."
The numerous trial participants were considered geniuses from various major forces, especially Yang Shaoqi and the others, who were quasi-king super experts with peerless aptitude, highly valued even by super forces. But in the eyes of an existence like the white-haired Divine Spirit, they could indeed only be considered somewhat extraordinary.
Only Ye Chen and Fairy Caiyun in the present scene could be considered relatively outstanding.
Yet, upon hearing the Divine Spirit's words, everyone was horrified. This was a being who had lived for over ten thousand years? What kind of existence was this? Even Divine Spirits could not survive for such an immense duration.
Could it be that he had surpassed the Divine Spirit realm, treading a far more distant path on the road of cultivation?
This thought made everyone's hearts race with fear. If true, this was truly like seeing a ghost.
"Do you all wish to obtain the supreme treasure I left behind?"
The white-haired Divine Spirit chuckled lightly. In his palm appeared a jade-green bottle, transparent and crystalline, with azure light flowing within. Even more, mysterious Dao principles swirled around it—complex and profound. It was actually a divine bottle condensed from Dao marks. Just this jade bottle alone was a priceless treasure, something even Heavenly Gods would go mad for.
But within the Dao mark jade bottle, several drops of blood could clearly be seen flowing. Each drop shone with a piercing blood-red light, emitting vast fluctuations of blood energy, as immense as a sea of blood.
Moreover, one could faintly see blood-colored chains of order intertwining within the blood, containing powerful Dao charm.
"That is... Great Dao Blood!"
Ye Chen was shocked!