"Is this real? It feels like I'm dreaming."
"Me, me, me—Sean Nan... Am I about to reach the pinnacle of my life from now on?"
As a prince of the South-Sage Ancient Kingdom, Sean Nan was usually reserved, rarely smiling or showing emotion. But the spectacle before him was simply too overwhelming, stirring him to an indescribable excitement.
Rumble...
The boundless blood sea lay calm and silent, while the Nether-Fame Stele slowly sank toward its depths.
A host of towering figures stood suspended in midair, radiating a majestic aura. Their gazes were fixed in Sean Nan’s direction, and the strange, frozen atmosphere hinted at an extraordinary shock.
"Cosmic Eternal Realm!"
"I recognize one of them—I can sense that these are true Human powerhouses!" Sean Nan had just finished comprehending the Nether-Fame Stele, only to receive such treatment; his emotions surged beyond description.
Even in the South-Sage Ancient Kingdom, a Cosmic Eternal Realm expert was the overlord of an entire star region. For reference, a typical ancient kingdom contained only seventeen star regions, each comprising countless star systems, and within those, innumerable planetary systems—such was the structure of Human territory.
Even being a prince meant little in comparison.
In the vast starry sky, only strength determined everything.
Cosmic Eternal Realm experts were the untouchable giants of the ancient kingdom.
Facing the endless blood sea and the solemn stares of so many powerhouses, Sean Nan’s heart surged with countless fantasies and boundless hopes. He was nearly intoxicated, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
In that moment—
Sean Nan narrowed his eyes. "All these powerhouses are looking at me."
The next moment—
Sean Nan turned his head in confusion. "Huh. Something feels off. I clearly turned around and stood up, but those gazes haven’t changed at all—they’re still solemnly focused on the rear. Did I misunderstand something? Surely not..."
At this moment, Sean Nan stood on a mid-upper ring of the vortex circle.
The vortex circle had ninety-nine layers. The Primordial Geniuses sat in the mid-upper rings, while the Primeval-tier Geniuses sat atop the vortex, directly in front of the Nether-Fame Stele.
He stood up and turned his head.