The Clear Snow Palace Master Xue Lingyun, who was seated in the only seat on the plaza, could no longer keep her calm at this moment. She jumped to her feet in bewilderment as she muttered, “This, this, how could this be?!”

“Sec-Second complete dao saint godhead!” Tan Juan, Ji Xinyi, and Lin Xiaoying exclaimed in unison.

The four Primal Ancestors, who were sitting cross-legged above the sacrificial altar, nearly fell from high in the air, and the Holy Heavens’ chief disciple Li Chen seemed hysterical, “This, he-he-he, how could he…?!”

Whereas Grand Hall Master Wu Ge’s personal disciple Xie Yao, Lin Yijia, and the rest of the core disciples were too dumbstruck to react.

Wu Ge and the Holy Heavens’ Hall Masters’ expressions were no different from those core disciples.

Di Huai’s eyes were open so wide that his eyeballs risked falling out. 

Whether it were experts around the Sacrificial Altar Plaza or experts spectating from surrounding mountain peaks, all of them were staring at the second...