“Ranked 73rd on the Heaven's Pride List?”
Many people looked up in surprise.
They saw a massive golden ship, majestic and grand, almost like a palace. It crushed the void beneath it as it sailed, and standing atop it was a man.
He wore golden battle armor, exuding a heroic and powerful aura. His skin was bronzed, his face sharply chiseled, and his long eyebrows reached to his temples, giving him an immensely striking appearance.
The moment the War God Palace made its appearance, another ship, equally impressive, emerged from the void with a thunderous roar.
This ship resembled one forged from bronze and divine gold, exuding an air of martial killing intent. Its surface was marked with the deep scars of countless battles, bearing the unmistakable marks of weaponry—swords, spears, and axes.
At the bow of the ship, a large flag fluttered in the wind, its inscription clearly visible: the character “Chu.”
At that moment, a man dressed in purple stood beside the flagpole. His long black hair danced wildly in the wind, and his deep, penetrating gaze seemed to pierce the heavens. He stood like a sword ready to cut through the sky.
“Hiss—!”
Many people sucked in a breath of cold air.
“Is that the Seventh Prince of the Great Chu Dynasty?”
“It must be him. He's ranked 74th on the Heaven's Pride List. His rank is one lower than the War God Palace disciple. Since they've both appeared at the same time, it seems they're prepared to compete against each other!”
“Now that the 73rd and 74th-ranked individuals have shown up, where are the others?”
“Exactly! Maybe today we'll be able to witness the supreme elegance of the person ranked first on the Heaven's Pride List!”
...
In the crowd, a woman dressed in a flowing red gown stood, her figure graceful and slender. Her skin was as white as snow, and her dress fluttered like a phoenix reborn from the flames. Even though her face was partially covered by a red veil, it couldn't hide her extraordinary beauty.
Many people cast admiring glances at her, but no one dared to get too close. The woman's presence was mesmerizing, her aura overwhelming—anyone could tell that she was no ordinary person, possibly a saintess from a sacred land.
Despite the many who looked on with desire, no one dared to act inappropriately, especially since they were before the Ye Clan's imperial grounds. Who would dare to cause trouble here?
“It seems to be true,” the woman said, her fingers adorned with an ancient ring. From it, the voice of an old woman came, gentle yet wise. “Based on the few Heaven's Pride disciples who have appeared so far, they certainly deserve their ranking on the list!”
“And what about my ranking… the 31st?” The woman mused aloud.
“Silly child,” the old woman's voice softened. “The Heaven's Pride List released by the Master of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion only represents human prodigies. Among the countless races of the world, there are countless other prodigies. If we include the other great races, you might not be so high up.”
“If you want to walk the path of becoming an emperor, you must defeat prodigies of your own level. In the past, you might not have known their backgrounds, but after today, your focus should be on the top thirty of the Heaven's Pride List.”
“Understood,” the woman nodded lightly.
“Look! The Sacred Son of Yaoguang and the Sacred Son of Taichu are here. These two will be your future rivals!” the old woman's voice continued.
The woman raised her head and looked into the distance.
There, the Sacred Son of Yaoguang was standing tall, his black hair billowing, and his radiant iron armor gleamed under the starlight. He seemed like an emperor descending to the mortal world, filled with divine might.
Next to him was a golden divine hound, its body blazing with golden light as if it were burning with sacred fire. Seated atop it was a man dressed in white, his bearing regal, with a mixture of scholarly elegance and martial spirit.
The crowd below erupted into a frenzy as they saw these two figures. The Sacred Son of Yaoguang ranked 32nd, while the Sacred Son of Taichu ranked 24th on the Heaven's Pride List. Both were top-tier prodigies, far stronger than most.
“Is this really my future opponents?” the woman thought, her eyes cold and determined, her red gown swirling around her like the flames of a phoenix reborn. Her presence was so powerful that it overshadowed everything around her.
“Indeed,” the old woman said. “This is a grand gathering. With the top thirty prodigies of the Heaven's Pride List here, the top ten should be arriving soon.”
“They won't miss this opportunity.”
“One, to prove their own strength. Two, to verify the authenticity of the Heaven's Pride List!”
Just as the old woman's voice faded, a thunderous roar sounded from the sky.
A massive golden roc soared downward, flapping its wings with a might that shook the heavens. Its feathers gleamed like divine swords, and its gigantic form cast a vast shadow upon the sky.
When it landed, the roc transformed into a majestic man, his body glowing with golden light. He stood holding a massive halberd, exuding an unstoppable aura that swept through the surroundings, sending many people flying.
“The Golden-Winged Roc!”
The woman gasped in surprise, her beautiful eyes flashing with a hint of wariness.
She had not expected that even the ancient royal family of the Demon Race would come to witness the Heaven's Pride List event.
At the moment the Golden-Winged Roc appeared, the crowd below shrank back, their expressions filled with alarm.
“What is a demon doing here at a human Heaven's Pride gathering?”
“Maybe it's just here to observe. After all, although the Demon Race is numerous, they don't have a Heaven's Pride List of their own. It makes sense for them to come and see how humans compare.”
“True, but I wonder where this Golden-Winged Roc would rank on the Heaven's Pride List.”
“That's hard to say. Maybe once the Master of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion releases more rankings, we'll know.”
“By the way, the Golden-Winged Roc has arrived, but why hasn't the Sacred Son of Yuheng shown up yet?”
“Yeah, the Yuheng Sacred Land isn't that far away. They couldn't possibly be later than the Golden-Winged Roc.”
...
As the crowd continued to murmur and speculate, a massive roar sounded from the sky above.
A gigantic azure dragon let out a deafening cry, its massive body stretching over a thousand meters long. It pulled a white jade chariot behind it, racing toward the gathering.
“Has the Sacred Son of Yuheng finally arrived?”
Many of the prodigies looked up to the sky, their eyes lighting up with a gleam of excitement.
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