For a brief moment after Zhu Dong uttered those words, neither of them spoke.
The rain continued falling, the heavens remained dark and gloomy, and endless clouds blotted out every trace of sunlight as if the entire world had been covered beneath a massive gray curtain.
The atmosphere became strangely silent, and even the rain seemed quieter.
The Divine Sovereign...
Tian Yongheng slowly repeated the title in his heart.
This was a Dao title that had survived for over a billion years, a title worshipped throughout the Lower Realm and feared by countless Immortals and Gods in the Upper Realm.
A title that had unknowingly influenced his entire life.
At that moment, a strange thought suddenly appeared in Tian Yongheng's mind.
When an Immortal Deity's true name is spoken, that Immortal Deity could often sense it.
The stronger the existence, the greater this phenomenon became.
At the Vagrant Immortal Realm, Tian Yongheng could already sense when beings mentioned his true name.
