Chapter 603: His Ultimate Trump Card
Zhang Haoran lifted his head to look at the massive golden avatar, which revealed the complete figure of Aldrian’s avatar manifestation. The avatar’s face resembled Aldrian’s, adorned with a crown, and it wore regal armor and a cape, as if an emperor were preparing for war.
It was exuding a powerful aura, one much stronger than that of the peak emperor stage. Once this avatar appeared, nature itself seemed to prostrate before it. The immense concentration of golden energy was a clear sign of authority, one that could command all things, whether in heaven or beneath it, and it was now revealed to the world as never before.
This avatar was entirely different from when Aldrian used his sword techniques. Whenever he wielded a sword technique, he had to combine his energy with his powerful sword intent and will.
But his avatar technique required him to release his golden energy in its purest form, without mixing anything into it. In essence, this was the first time he revealed his golden energy on such a scale to the world.
The avatar’s figure even reached the clouds, making Zhang Haoran’s presence seem no bigger than an ant. It felt as if Aldrian could crush him to death with a single step.
Seeing the avatar now, Zhang Haoran was in turmoil. His eyes trembled, and sweat rolled down his forehead. Suddenly, a memory from the past resurfaced, a strong sense of déjà vu washing over him. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on a god-like figure. That moment had terrified him to the core.
At that moment, he could feel the overwhelming disparity between himself and a god. He was like an ant—no, worse than that. He might as well have been speck of dirt, something that could be swept away with a single breath. That was the moment he met Tarius, his god.
He had seen Tarius’s figure, towering and immense, as if it covered the sky. Meanwhile, he had been nothing more than a mortal, no more significant than dust, someone unworthy to stand in the presence of such a divine being. It was a feeling of utter despair.
He did not know why, but in this moment, that long-buried memory surfaced from the deepest corner of his mind. In front of Aldrian’s avatar, he once again felt like an ant. In many ways, it was as if he had returned to the day he first met Tarius.
At this moment, his thoughts began racing, everything around him seemed to slow down. He started thinking about all of Aldrian’s strangeness. He thought about the entirety of Aldrian’s existence.
This kind of avatar size could normally only be achieved when a cultivator reached a certain stage. The problem was, this enormous avatar had appeared on the continent from someone who was only at the middle Grand Duke stage.