The villainous simp ignores the plot and mercilessly torments the female lead to tears.

Ji Wendao knew some of what had happened yesterday and that Qin Yan had a high chance of becoming a Great Saint, so he wasn't too surprised.

Instead, he smiled and walked to Ji Tianchen's side, took the invitation from his hand, and said, "It seems that Qin Yan, you have really done something remarkable this time, which has shocked our patriarch so much."

After saying that, he glanced at it, and the expression on his face quickly disappeared, replaced by an even more exaggerated look of shock than Ji Tianchen's. He suddenly looked up at Qin Yan:

"You, you've become the Holy King?"

Ji Wen's words shocked everyone present. They all stared wide-eyed at Qin Yan in astonishment.

Qin Yan once again answered Ji Wendao's shock: "That's right. Just yesterday, I became a Saint King. You should also be able to feel the strange phenomena coming from the Myriad Demon Palace, which even affected the Great Dao and the rules."

"That was the strange phenomenon that came about when I broke through to the Saint King realm."

Those with high strength knew a little about the strange phenomenon that came from the direction of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace yesterday.

Most people wouldn't expect that the reality is like this.

"This is too, too terrifying," a senior elder of the Ji family trembled and muttered to himself, "Qin Yan, how old are you this year? How did you become a Saint King?"

Qin Yan replied modestly, "Elder, I am not yet sixty years old."

Sixty years old is practically a child in the cultivation world. You have to understand that these people can easily live for thousands of years. The lifespan of a Great Sage can reach three thousand years, and the lifespan of a Saint King can even reach five or six thousand years.

He's in his fifties or sixties, which is really too young.

Everyone present, without exception, began to tremble. They couldn't believe, or rather, didn't want to believe, that this was actually true.

Ji Tianchen swayed slightly, feeling a wave of dizziness that nearly made him faint.

He reached out to grab something, but there was nothing around him. He could only stagger and barely manage to steady himself.

He swallowed hard, looking at Qin Yan with an urgent, even somewhat frantic, expression: "Qin Yan, you, you are really at the Saint King realm?"

Qin Yan smiled. He knew that this matter had a huge impact on the people in front of him, and they might not be able to accept it all at once.

But it's okay if you can't accept it, he can demonstrate it.

Then he revealed a terrifying aura, a heavy, mountain-like pressure that made it hard to breathe, making everyone's eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

A series of laws, like divine dragons, swirled around Qin Yan, protecting him.

An inexplicable Daoist aura emanated from him, ethereal yet profound.

Although Qin Yan stood there with a smile on his face, Ji Tianchen and the others knew that if Qin Yan wanted to, he could crush them with a flick of his wrist.

As the saying goes, seeing is believing, and now that they have seen Qin Yan's situation with their own eyes, all their doubts have vanished.

Ji Tianchen was still trembling as he said, "Qin Yan, you've come from afar, go and rest for a while. I'll go and tell people to prepare a banquet."

Ji Tianchen's actions were to give himself and others time to react. After all, this matter was too explosive, and they really couldn't calm down for a while. They needed time and space to adapt to this situation.

Qin Yan did not refuse Ji Tianchen's suggestion, but agreed with a smile. Led by a maid from the Ji family, he walked towards the resting place.

When Qin Yan left, everyone's eyes were on him, and they didn't look away from him for even a moment until Qin Yan's figure disappeared from sight. Only then did they breathe a long sigh of relief.