I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

"Is An Yunyan talking to this young man?"

"It looks quite ordinary."

"You're saying this without considering my feelings!"

An Yunyan communicated using voice transmission, but those present still noticed it and thus took notice of Shen Ming.

The Sixth Realm comprises three hundred states, each vast and boundless, possessing its own top-tier lineage.

It can truly be described as a land where countless races coexisted and heroes gathered.

Therefore, the struggle for the Great Dao in the Sixth Realm is extremely fierce.

Every day, new life emerges in this world.

Every state has a constant stream of geniuses, whose names flow by like water.

Only someone like An Yunyan could spread her name throughout the states.

An Yunyan smiled radiantly, allowing Shen Ming to feel the atmosphere.

She meant well, but with a hint of pride; a more sensitive person might have perceived it as condescending goodwill.

Shen Ming possesses inner strength; his actions speak louder than his intentions.

"I'll go to Yunzhou once I've sorted out my troubles."

Facing An Yunyan's gaze, he spoke again.

This is not a refusal; it is the opportunity for the eternal Dao heart to transform into the eternal immortal heart.

“Tell me what trouble you’ve encountered. We are both members of the Eternal Clan, and we will help you solve it,” An Yunyan insisted.

The imperial family embraces all rivers and streams, does not require bloodline, but simply follows the same great path, and all are of the same kind.

"Hmm? I captured a saintess as a slave and killed a prince," Shen Ming said.

"..."

An Yunyan discovered that people can actually laugh when they are speechless.

"understood."

She didn't extend the invitation because she didn't believe Shen Ming's words; the turmoil of the Fifth Trial Path hadn't yet reached this place.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

Noticing that the two had finished their conversation, the crowd whispered among themselves, their words filled with curiosity and surprise.

"It seems that this young man has refused something?"

"An Yunyan is someone even the disciples of the Holy Land look down upon, how can this kid be so ungrateful?"

Some people couldn't contain themselves and spoke directly to Shen Ming.

"Fellow Daoist, you possess an imposing presence and undoubtedly possess extraordinary talent. Why not give the Myriad Gods Stele a try?"

"Although the Pantheon Stele offers no rewards, it serves as a stepping stone for the major powers of the Sixth Realm. Those who make it into the top 1,000 can freely join a sect or lineage."

"Fellow Daoist, this is an immense opportunity; do not miss it."

They were jeering, their tone mocking, hoping to see the joke played on them.

Shen Ming ignored it and looked thoughtfully at the towering Pantheon.

The rankings on the Pantheon will not disappear even after death.

Therefore, these unparalleled powerhouses became figures to be revered like towering mountains.

The longer the Pantheon exists, the more difficult it becomes to compile the list.

Gradually, Shen Ming became restless, and in a way, he could achieve lasting fame.

This was left behind by the Divine Court; there can't be any trickery involved, right?

Although Jian Li had told him that gods are neither good nor bad, and that the will shown by the divine court is determined by the common people.

However, along the way, Shen Ming harbored prejudice against the gods.

On second thought, he realized that if he wasn't afraid of even the most dangerous places, he wouldn't be afraid of this either.

So Shen Ming walked toward the Pantheon.

The commotion gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes turned to look.

The Pantheon Stele has no requirements; anyone can test it.

However, those with even slightly mediocre talent wouldn't even make it into the top 10,000.

With so many people watching, it would be a laughing stock and a source of ridicule.

Furthermore, without any substantial rewards, many self-aware people will not do it.

An Yunyan's beautiful eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

I don't know if this was Shen Ming's original intention, or if it was because I was being egged on by the people around me.

Until Shen Ming held the Great Luo Sword, the dazzling and sharp sword light filled the square with a chill.

"This sword... is quite extraordinary!"

The Great Luo Sword had eaten its fill in the Thunder Emperor's Secret Realm and now possessed wisps of immortal energy, like endless clouds.

"He's an extraordinary person; his swordsmanship is quite advanced!"

When a sword cultivator noticed this, Shen Ming's temperament changed, and his sword energy surged like a tide, carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

Then, Shen Ming drew his sword, unleashing his sword intent.

The sword light, like the aurora borealis in the dead of night, was dazzling and rushed straight towards the Pantheon Monument.

This sword strike seemed to pierce through heaven and earth, its momentum astonishing, as if it had torn apart endless stars.

The Pantheon trembled, and the surrounding air began to vibrate, as if it were being torn apart by a powerful force.

Many people in the crowd retreated, some even turning pale as they felt an irresistible surge of sword intent.

An Yunyan frowned slightly; she had never seen such sword energy before.

A hint of undisguised surprise flashed across his previously calm gaze.

"Sword Emperor!? His cultivation level is also at the Emperor level, how did he cultivate to achieve this!"

Among those present were renowned sword cultivators who were stunned to find that the sword energy contained such sword intent.

There's no need to wait for the results of the Pantheon Stele; with just this one sword strike, he's definitely in the top 1,000.

The Pantheon shone with a dazzling light, which cascaded down its surface like a waterfall.

"We're on the list!"

Upon seeing this, the crowd immediately confirmed it.

Being on the list is already a great affirmation and honor, a recognition of talent by the Pantheon.

Shen Ming stood still, his sword intent restrained, his gaze indifferent.

The runes on the Pantheon Monument surged continuously without stopping, and the golden light representing his name continued to rise.

Thousands of rankings flashed by in the blink of an eye.

Without a doubt, we entered the top of the Pantheon.

"One thousandth place!"

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final rankings.

The golden light grew faster and faster, radiating brilliance, and the rotation of the runes resembled a fierce storm, surging with immense power.

People's opinion shows no signs of stopping; Shen Ming's ranking continues to climb.

"The first five hundred!"

"Top 500... Impossible, so fast!"

"Just who is this kid? How did he manage to break through to such a high level?"

Gasps of amazement rose and fell, while those who had been jeering in front looked as if they had swallowed a fly.

An Yunyan, who had just achieved 666th place, was overjoyed and not angry at all about being surpassed in the ranking.

She might be unhappy if the list only had ten rankings.

Unlike the Pantheon, the difference in rankings is now a hundred places.

"We must win him over to the Imperial Clan," An Yunyan thought to herself.

Such a prodigy from the lower realm is not to be missed.

"Look at this momentum, it's not going to be in the top 100, is it?"

Suddenly, someone noticed that Shen Ming's ranking was still rising rapidly.

Four hundred people...

Three hundred people...

Two hundred people...

"Is he aiming to break into the top 100?!"

Countless people held their heads in their hands, their emotions running high. This could be described as witnessing history, seeing someone in the modern era break into the top 100.

"broken!"

Someone screamed, and Shen Ming's ranking entered the top 100 without any doubt.

The scariest thing is that it still hasn't stopped!

It's no exaggeration to say that some people's legs gave way and they collapsed to the ground.