Follow the path of Dao from infancy Chapter 1905 Chapter 511: The Path of the King of Realms

"Perfection in the Immortal King Realm, Ancestor Emperor Power, numerous Extreme Realm Perfections, and still no way to resist?"

"What sort of beasts are these? It's way too over the top. Is that female cultivator truly at the Immortal King Realm?"

Shock rippled through all the clans; their grasp of Immortal King Realm Perfection clearly clashed with the spectacle unfolding before them.

"Hmph, Ten Layers of Perfection in Time Dao Origin, a Time Chaos Body forged from the Time Origin Divine Tree, what a marvel!"

In the midst of the Saint Clans, an elder at the Quasi-Emperor Realm fixed his icy gaze, recognizing Shi Miao's true origins.

Back during the catastrophe of a hundred thousand years past, the legacies of many mighty clans endured unbroken. The prowess Shi Miao unleashed made it easy for them to pinpoint his lineage and heritage.

"When destiny fades, Time Dao asserts dominance. Truly, even among all Nine Orders Perfections, no other Order commands the same awe as Time Dao!"

An elder from the War Clan sighed deeply.

"Junior Brother holds the fourth spot, remarkable indeed."

Among the War Clan, Zhan Qinghuang glanced at the list nearby, spotting Li Hao's name, and a spark ignited in his eyes, fierce and radiant like blazing flames.

"Mere Seventh Layer of the Immortal King Realm, yet eligible to vie for True King—this fellow..."

In the Emperor Clan, Di Wushe viewed the clash alongside his kin. Once the True King emerged, every Emperor and Quasi-Emperor would march into the Otherworldly Battlefield for battle, where only these True Kings could guide the Ten Thousand Clans against the Ancient Demon.

He had meant to suggest to his family that Di Mingyuan pick Li Hao as the True King's aide, but to his surprise, Li Hao himself qualified to strive for True King and outranked Di Mingyuan.

This Junior Brother... forever conjuring miracles beyond imagination!

"Junior Brother..."

In the Primordial True Realm, atop Extreme Dao Mountain, Long Qingge lifted his gaze, beholding the unfolding drama.

He wasn't alone; countless Chaos Ancient Clans from the Ten Thousand Clans and the Primordial True Realm watched the True King selection via the swirling vortex.

The role of True King carried immense weight, tied to leading the Ten Thousand Clans, and these Chaos Ancient Clans needed to commit and battle fiercely in this calamity. Hence, they deeply invested in who would helm them as True King, yearning for a capable leader over a fool.

"Brother Haotian is vying for True King!"

On the Chaos Star, Gu Yan, Yue Xi, and their companions halted their cultivation to stare at the combat spilling from the vortex.

This phenomenal force, channeling the might of Ten Emperors, linked the True Realm and Primordial True Realm, spanning the domains of the Ten Thousand Clans so that dwellers in every vital area could behold the event.

Yet, common folk in Immortal Cities, left behind, couldn't view it, lacking the massive energy required to sustain the vortex pathway.

"Junior Brother is vying for True King as well?"

Back in the Emperor Clan, Di Lingshu had rejoined her people. Eight centuries had elapsed since she wrapped up her insights on the Chaos Star, and now ready for action, she came home to aid her clan.

Witnessing Li Hao shockingly placed fourth in the True King lineup left her dazed. In merely eight hundred years, hadn't this Junior Brother only stepped into the Immortal King Realm? How, in that span, did he qualify to chase True King with the clan's venerable ancestors? And those forebears, honed over tens of thousands of years, trailed behind him?

"Is this the contest for True King?"

Folks from various great clans tuned in. Spotting known figures within, those acquainted with Li Hao reeled in disbelief.

"Child, is that the one you constantly ponder? I never imagined him to be such a staggering prodigy."

In a timeless sanctuary of the True Realm, within a hidden sect, an old woman uttered gently.

She was the No Beginning Ancestor Mother, no Emperor but a Quasi-Emperor all the same. For sundry motives, even Emperors honored her, viewing her far beyond a typical Quasi-Emperor.

"He's always shone this brightly..."

At a cliff's brink, Lin Qingyue in her green robes gazed afar, her eyes alight. Catching sight of Li Hao filled her with boundless joy, yet when she noted the glances swapped between Li Hao and Shi Miao, the feelings therein, her happiness snuffed out like fire quenched by icy torrents.

Beside Li Hao's ranking and stellar showing, she cared only for the man himself from beginning to end.

"From the looks of it, even if he can't rival those reborn Quasi-Emperors and heirs of mighty clans, he's got a solid shot at claiming ninth or tenth in True King spots. Then maybe he'd opt for our No Beginning Sect, easing our mutual support."

The No Beginning Ancestor Mother overlooked the shadow in her disciple's stare; her focus locked sharp on the youth in the Heaven Tower.

Lin Qingyue jolted faintly. If that came to pass, wouldn't they reunite?

Battle side by side... she nibbled her lip lightly. This calamity's reach was immense, endangering every soul in the True Realm's Ten Thousand Clans. Potent Eastern Domain clans couldn't contain it; myriad races had already perished. In this dire hour, if she could aid him...

"I'll give it my all."

Lin Qingyue whispered, her eyes slowly kindling with faint hope.

Meanwhile, on the combat platform, the bout between Shi Miao and Luo Ningshuang wrapped up swiftly. The Star Empress and Immortal Immortal Emperor stayed composed, as though they'd foreseen the outcome. Before the Star Empress could prompt, Shi Miao declared:

"I wish to press on with challenges."

Hearing this, an elder from the Dao Clan at eighteenth rank darkened his expression, yet he realized it was unavoidable.

Based on Shi Miao's earlier ascent through the Heaven Tower levels, his entry into the True King lineup was certain.

"The rest may advance at the same time."

The Star Empress scanned about and addressed the surrounding contenders.

At her words, two silhouettes moved promptly, one a reborn Quasi-Emperor at eleventh place, eager to launch a challenge.

The other, a youth with purple locks ranked fifth, fixed his stare on Li Hao.