Tap, tap, tap...
Every step Xie Tian took up the ceremonial viewing platform was unsteady, yet that did nothing to hinder him from becoming incarnate thunder, bolts crashing down on all present one after another.
He walked very slowly.
Not entirely because of his injuries, but also because he needed to recover from them.
When the Dao Ancestor closest to the edge of the platform saw Xie Tian's head vanish into his line of sight, he felt as though a whole heaven and earth were pressing down, and could not help but lean his upper body back.
It seemed that this figure, so frail that any Immortal Venerable could have slain him, at this moment was taller, more towering, more possessed of soul-shaking force than when he had been utterly uninjured.
Almost every Dao Ancestor who saw the crown of Xie Tian's head felt the same.
And amid the wave of Dao Ancestors whose upper bodies were forced to lean back under the weight of that heaven and earth, another thought surfaced in their minds—
