Tianming’s loud declaration shook the earth. At that moment, the Grand-Orient Sword was still shining, the radiant glow filling the entire Elysium Battlefield and dazzling the eyes of the audience. Amidst the glow, Tianming's white hair was dyed golden, reflecting the bright light.

How long was a thousand years? No one here had such a long lifespan. At most, they would perish after two hundred years. After a hundred generations of humiliation, the day had finally arrived. The descendant of the Li Saint Clan from the Grand-Orient Sect raised the sword before Heaven’s Elysium’s eyes.

At that moment, a millennium of pent-up frustrations vanished like smoke. The Grand-Orient Sect felt their veins pump with hot blood, their hearts filled with passion. This scene was enough to cause an earthquake that had the entire Grand-Orient Realm shaking. Within the battlefield itself, the audience seemed to crumble. 

At the moment, Tianming couldn't see what was happening on the battlefield. The resonance of his blood with the Prime Tower and Grand-Orient Sword made...