Chapter 191 - 175: The White-haired Divine from Ten Thousand Years Ago
This was a man in his mid-thirties to forties, not particularly burly or tall, nor extraordinarily handsome. In fact, his features looked quite ordinary. Yet with his hair white and cascading down, he emanated an undeniable Dao rhythm that no one could ignore.
Sitting simply upon a stone seat, he exuded an aura that seemed taller than mountains, wider than seas – majestic, unparalleled, transcending time and the ordinary.
A misty vapor, vague and winding, flowed from his entire being, forming a waterfall. Upon closer inspection, one could see special talismans manifest within it. They seemed simple but were unfathomably intricate, as if they were the Heavenly Earth Dao itself branded upon the world.
These were Dao Traces, bestowed only upon those who had reached the Heavenly Divine Realm. These traces, once mastered, could be condensed into a tangible presence, possessing incredible powers – the true embodiment of the Dao.
A Heavenly God-tier cultivator typically commands only a few Dao Traces. Having one or two is common, and having several in parallel is already quite remarkable. Yet the number of Dao Traces effusing from this mysterious man was countless, like a waterfall enshrouding his form - a sign of a Supreme existence far beyond the Heavenly Divine Realm.
Divine Spirit!
In that moment, everyone realized his overwhelming strength. He was at least a true Supreme Divine, possibly even stronger than a Divine, supreme and invincible. His presence was unprecedentedly immense, as if he could collapse the Ninth Layer Heaven and look down upon the Heavenly and Myriads of Worlds.
His white hair, loose and flowing like flaming white strands, exuded an imposing Dao Power that covered the sky and earth.
In this moment, all beings – humans or Demon Beasts – within the Divine Little World had to submit, trembling profusely, almost kneeling under the divine pressure, filled with utmost reverence.
Even the leading Super Experts who claimed kingship had no choice but to bow before such boundless pressure – unrivaled in this epoch, defying all challenge, compelling submission.
Just as commoners would kneel before a high and mighty Emperor.