Beside him, a Flood Dragon Emperor clad in black scale armor spoke in a deep voice:
"Your Excellency, this torrent of human will contains the intent of billions of the Human Race. The erosive power of such intent far surpasses ordinary Divine Techniques. That White Tiger, having just entered the Divine-Demon Level, might find it hard to withstand."
The Supreme of Ten Thousand Demons shook his head, his gaze locked tightly on the silhouette of the White Tiger within the water curtain:
"Not necessarily. To defy the odds and ascend to the Divine-Demon Level in the Lower Realm, and to slay the firmament, is no feat of an ordinary being. Though the human will is strong, it might not erode his Martial Arts intent."
In the void, the gazes of countless True Martial Realm powerhouses converged upon this scene.
On a Floating Island in the Central Extreme Buddhist Kingdom, two Divine-Demon Level Bodhisattvas and Buddhas sat facing each other, tasting tea, one of them speaking slowly:
