It was well known.
The more Great Natural Order Colored Spirits one possessed, the more formidable the power they contained.
Layered upon layer, they transformed with every ninth increment.
Eighty-one was considered transcendent.
Beyond the transcendent, the power grew even more ferocious.
Streaks of violet-gold lightning, bursts of thunderous gales, all manner of ice and snow, winds and rains swept forth, trapping the dozens of reincarnated individuals who sought to flee, forcing them to circulate their Primordial Spirits in resistance.
It must be understood that what they faced was not merely the power of the Great Natural Order from one hundred and eight Colored Spirits, but also the vast, domineering might contained within the Great-Sun Radiance Dharma Aspect.
Enveloped by such dual, formidable power, the dozens of reincarnated individuals were suppressed as if treading on thin ice, like plunging into the deep sea, or sinking into an abyss, or even falling into countless formation traps—unable to move an inch.
At this moment.
Heroic-Year Immortal Noble stood suspended in mid-air, the Great-Sun Radiance Dharma Aspect above his head, his body draped in ten-thousand-zhang sunlight, treading upon one hundred and eight rainbows, appearing exceedingly majestic.
"Insolent trash who court death!
All of you, kneel!"
Heroic-Year Immortal Noble, who had been standing with arms crossed, suddenly spread his arms wide, raised his fists, and the flames around his body instantly surged violently. The one hundred and eight rainbows beneath his feet erupted wildly, the power of the Great Natural Order growing even more terrifying. Simultaneously, the Great-Sun Radiance Dharma Aspect began to rotate, vast spiritual power erupting in rolling waves. Boom!
Crunch!
Thud!
One reincarnated individual was instantly crushed, blood spurting from his mouth and nose as he crashed to the ground.
Immediately after, a second, a third, a tenth… in less than the time it takes to breathe, nearly a hundred reincarnated individuals, unable to withstand Heroic-Year Immortal Noble's dual formidable power, were all crushed, blood spurting from their mouths and noses as they fell to the ground in disarray.
This time.
The reincarnated individuals were afraid, utterly terrified.
No longer caring about face or dignity, they rose one by one to kneel and bow upon the ground, paying homage, offering apologies, begging for mercy.
However.
Heroic-Year Immortal Noble in mid-air showed no intention of stopping. On the contrary, the one hundred and eight Great Natural Order Colored Spirits beneath his feet erupted even more intensely, and the Great-Sun Radiance Dharma Aspect above his head spun even more wildly.
"Enough."
At that moment, a calm voice came through. It was Star-Shining's voice.
He still sat in his chair, sipping fragrant tea, as composed and tranquil as ever from beginning to end, his unperturbed demeanor as if nothing in the world could move him.
"Come back."
Star-Shining's voice came again. Only then did Heroic-Year retract his Great-Sun Radiance Dharma Aspect and the one hundred and eight layers of Great Natural Order Colored Spirits, flashing back to Star-Shining's side.
Witnessing this scene.
The countless cultivators kneeling densely around the Immortal Domain were all stunned, petrified, filled with terror, fear, and awe, yet also finding it hard to believe.
Looking at the reincarnated individuals who had fallen to the ground, disheveled and grimy, they couldn't help but wonder inwardly: Were these still the reincarnated great powers who had attained the Dao and become Immortals in their past lives?
Even if they were only pseudo-Immortals, they were still Immortals, possessing Immortal souls! Even if their cultivation was only at the Primordial Spirit stage, they possessed mystical abilities beyond compare to ordinary people!
Since when had reincarnated great powers become so weak?
So weak that even their Primordial Spirit Dharma Aspects were shattered and dispersed by the shockwaves.
So weak that they couldn't even withstand the power of an Immortal Dynasty Noble Scion.
So weak that they were beaten into disarray by a single move from an Immortal Dynasty Noble Scion.
So weak that they all knelt on the ground begging for mercy.
Weak?
No.
It wasn't that those reincarnated individuals were too weak, but that the Immortal Dynasty's Noble Scions were too powerful—powerful beyond compare, invincible, rivaling the legendary War Gods.
This left a very bitter taste in people's hearts, or more precisely, a deep sense of despondency, an inner imbalance. Especially for those old-timers who had cultivated for thousands of years and survived multiple longevity tribulations, there was even a feeling that the Heavens were unjust.
They were all Human. They had toiled and sweated in their cultivation, groveling and flattering daily for cultivation resources, or venturing out on training expeditions, living a precarious life with their heads in their hands. Even so, they still had to worry about whether they would fail when opening their Violet Palaces, fail when condensing their Golden Cores, fail when nurturing their Primordial Spirits…
And there were all kinds of endless tribulations. Along the way, they had experienced countless life-and-death situations; the hardships were known to all.
Day after day, year after year, thousands of years passed, yet they still couldn't see the end of the cultivation path. That wasn't the important part. What mattered was that the cultivation strength gained through thousands of years of bitter training couldn't compare to someone else's mere few decades. In front of such individuals, not only could they not resist, they didn't even have the qualification to fight back or to stand.
How could they not feel despondent?
How could their hearts find balance?
That immense disparity was hard to accept. Especially seeing that every single reincarnated individual was like this made the feeling even more bitter, as if their own lives were plunged into endless darkness, a darkness that would never see light.
Not only could they not accept it, even the hundreds of Dharma Aspect Grand Venerables who had come with the nine Immortal Dynasty Noble Scions found it hard to accept.
However, they were accustomed to it; it was nothing strange to them.
In the sparsely populated border wasteland of the Great Northwest, reincarnated individuals being crushed by Immortal Dynasty Noble Scions might be a rare occurrence. But in the Divine Land, where geniuses were as numerous as clouds, this was hardly a big deal at all. In the Divine Land, it wasn't rare for reincarnated individuals to be crushed by the young, nor was it rare for Earth Immortals, Loose Immortals, or even True Immortals to be annihilated by the young with a snap of the fingers.
In the current era, all things were reviving. What was reviving wasn't just the abundant resources of the Great Natural Order, but also all kinds of profound, multi-layered great fortunes.
In this current era where fortunes filled the skies and geniuses and prodigies ran rampant, so-called bitter cultivation was just a joke. So-called Dharma Aspect Grand Venerables were worth even less than a dog in the eyes of those geniuses and prodigies blessed with fortunes. So-called reincarnated individuals were only slightly better than a dog in their eyes. Even Earth Immortals were merely servants or attendants in their view.
There was no helping it.
This was fate.
You accept it, or you are forced to accept it.
In this era, without a powerful background or family, and without great fortune, even if your cultivation was high, you lived a life worse than a dog.
If it weren't so, the hundreds of Dharma Aspect Grand Venerables and eighty-one Hundred-Tribulation Elders present wouldn't be serving the nine Immortal Dynasty Noble Scions like slaves.
On the other side.
The nearly hundred reincarnated individuals, disregarding both face and their injuries, all knelt on the ground, cupping their hands in apology.
But Star-Shining paid them no mind. He continued to sip his fragrant tea leisurely. Only after finishing the entire pot did he stand up, shook out his sleeves, looked up at the blazing sun hanging in the sky, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth as he said softly and lightly, "Today…
the weather is truly fine. I also hope that every day in the coming period will be like this."
No one knew why Star-Shining Immortal Noble would say such words out of the blue.
When he opened his eyes, he added, "Everyone must be tired today. Go back and rest. We'll discuss any matters later…"