A thin veil of mist seemed to shroud the distant sky, much like the morning fog that has yet to dissipate, hanging across the endless expanse above. Yet, as He Yiming gazed upon that almost imperceptible mist, his expression grew exceedingly grim.

Not only was his countenance strange, but even the audacious Baoshu and the usually fearless White Horse Lightning betrayed a faint shadow of dread. At this moment, both He Yiming and the White Horse Lightning stood at the absolute pinnacle of the Human Dao realm.

They were true powerhouses, standing atop the highest pyramid in the current world. But even they found their composure wavering upon sighting that faint mist hovering over the city.

He sighed deeply, mumbling to himself, "Impossible, absolutely impossible..." White Horse and Baoshu nodded in unison; these two intelligent and mighty Sacred Beasts wholly agreed with He Yiming's words. The three of them possessed formidable Intent, and they had successfully materialized their Divine Weapons through Intent, which is precisely how they could discern what that mist truly was.

It was Intent—the Intent of humanity... When He Yiming and the others grasped this reality, the shock they experienced was beyond measure.

Though human Intent was powerful, even the Intent of a peak Human Dao expert was severely limited. To materialize six Divine Weapons was already the utmost limit for a Human Dao expert.

Even a top-tier powerhouse like Jimo Fanshu could not surpass this threshold. But here, above the city, the faint mist permeating the air was composed entirely of Intent.

What an utterly horrifying notion. Such immense Intent—never mind materializing six Divine Weapons, one could gather every Divine Weapon in the world and bring them here, and it likely still wouldn't suffice to dissolve the Intent capable of blanketing an entire city.

Watching such potent Intent soar into the sky, any normal person capable of sensing the might within that Intent would be paralyzed by terror. "It's brainwaves, strange brainwaves," the voice of Bai Lingba suddenly cut through the silence.

He Yiming started slightly. "What did you say?" "The energy up there is the energy of brainwaves, but strangely, brainwave energy is scattered and uncohesive.

What method are these people using to condense this energy?" Bai Lingba lowered his head, his voice deepening as he seemed to sink into profound contemplation. He Yiming nodded slowly; he understood that what Bai Lingba referred to as brainwaves was likely what they perceived as Intent.

With a soft sigh, He Yiming murmured to himself, "Such powerful brainwaves, approaching materialization. I wonder how many experts in this city have released their brainwaves." "Close to six hundred thousand," Bai Lingba stated in a cold voice.

He Yiming’s eyes snapped wide open; in that moment, he even forgot to breathe. All movement from the White Horse and Baoshu abruptly ceased.

The two Sacred Beasts, one large and one small, simultaneously turned their gazes toward Bai Lingba, their eyes reflecting utter disbelief. Only the Divine Dao Congealed Blood Man, who appeared more like a statue than Bai Lingba, remained calm, standing rigidly as if awaiting orders, his back perfectly straight.

"Six hundred thousand..." He Yiming managed to choke out the words. When he finally spoke, he realized his voice was terribly hoarse; Bai Lingba's statement had delivered a devastating blow.

"Yes, close to six hundred thousand," Bai Lingba affirmed. Baoshu shuddered violently.

Without a second thought, it hopped off the White Horse’s head and turned, walking back the way they came. The little creature’s resolute steps clearly conveyed to the others: go ahead and rush toward your deaths; I’m not joining you.

However, a hand descended from above, seizing Baoshu by the neck and lifting it into the air. Baoshu twisted its small head around and recognized the hand belonged to He Yiming.

Its beady eyes darted around before it finally burrowed into He Yiming’s embrace. He Yiming shook his head, about to speak, when he noticed Baoshu’s little hooves fiddling with his chest.

The creature then managed to hook out the spatial necklace from his front and presented it held between its two front hooves. Looking mystified at Baoshu’s actions, He Yiming asked suspiciously, "Baoshu, what are you doing?" The little fellow grunted and puffed for a while, but it was addressing Bai Lingba, as He Yiming couldn't understand a word it was saying.

Bai Lingba dutifully translated, "Baoshu says, if you still plan to go in there and die, you might as well give this spatial necklace to me." He Yiming then understood; the creature had been plotting to claim its share. He pulled the little thing up and administered a few firm smacks.

"Don't worry, I won't go in there to die." He sighed heavily. "The Western World truly teems with powerhouses.

Six hundred thousand Five Qi Great Venerables—why haven't they come out and wiped out every sect in the Eastern World?" The Five Qi Great Venerables were just beneath the peak of the Human Dao realm. While a peak Human Dao expert could easily dispatch a single Five Qi Great Venerable in a one-on-one confrontation, when the number of Great Venerables reached such terrifying proportions, even a peak Human Dao expert would be compelled to turn tail and flee.

Imagine it: six hundred thousand Great Venerables meant at least six hundred thousand flying swords. If those swords were unleashed simultaneously, what a magnificent, awe-inspiring spectacle it would be.

Gazing toward the mist, a deeper chill permeated his heart. He seemed to visualize the scene of those countless swords sweeping through the air.

Under an attack volume of that magnitude, even the Divine Dao power of a Divine Dao Congealed Blood Man might not be enough to withstand it. The sheer strength of this force had reached an indescribable level.

If the Temple willed it, they could sweep across the world at any moment and eliminate every dissenting force. To be frank, He Yiming found it hard to believe the Western Temple harbored so many Great Venerables, but he trusted Bai Lingba’s words implicitly.

Bai Lingba seemed taken aback for a moment. "They aren't six hundred thousand Great Venerables; they are six hundred thousand ordinary people, with practitioners making up less than one-tenth of the total." He Yiming stumbled, his body snapping back around completely.

He glared fiercely at Bai Lingba. "What did you say?

Six hundred thousand ordinary people?" "Yes," Bai Lingba stated unequivocally. "Nonsense," He Yiming exclaimed, his face etched with displeasure.

"Only Five Qi Great Venerables are capable of generating Intent. If ordinary people could generate Intent, wouldn't every Venerable in the world have already advanced to the Five Qi Great Venerable realm?" Bai Lingba’s eyes lit up.

A moment later, he explained, "The Intent generated by these people is different from that of a Great Venerable. Their Intent is passively generated; it cannot be used to attack others, only to coalesce under specific conditions." He shook his head.

"However, I cannot calculate what effect consolidating these brainwaves will achieve." He Yiming opened his mouth, then after a long pause, slowly nodded. Six hundred thousand Great Venerables was certainly impossible.

But the fact that the Temple possessed the ability to release and concentrate the Intent of six hundred thousand people, the majority of whom were ordinary, was itself an extraordinary feat. Vaguely, He Yiming began to understand that achieving this must require exceptionally stringent conditions, and this method must be useless to Venerables themselves, otherwise, all the Venerables in the Western World would have already utilized it to advance to the Five Qi Great Venerable realm.

Perhaps due to the prolonged duration of their presence, the thin mist above the city began to drift toward their location. He Yiming's expression shifted dramatically.

Even though he now understood that these near-materialized Intents did not originate from Five Qi Great Venerables, no one would feel comfortable when sensing such a colossal pressure bearing down upon them. A thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately patted the neck of the White Horse Lightning.

"Lightning, let's see the might of the Thunder Shock Disks." Contending against the myriad Intents was impossible, but the White Horse's lightning power was ubiquitous—the ultimate bane of all illusory things. Since the mass of Intent had not yet solidified into physical matter, using lightning power to counter it was undoubtedly the optimal choice.

The White Horse let out a soft neigh. Although the overwhelming power of the Intent made its spirit uneasy, the divine beast blood flowing within it made it too proud to turn and flee.

Gently shaking its body, vast arcs of purple lightning erupted from within its form. Furthermore, the single horn atop its head began to glow faintly, and then, one after another, Thunder Shock Disks emerged from the horn.

Each disk shimmered with a purple-gold radiance, containing immense, almost limitless power. He Yiming’s eyes brightened.

This was the first time the White Horse Lightning was releasing the power from the materialized Divine Artifact, the Thunder Shock Disks, even he felt a surge of intense curiosity. These fourteen Thunder Shock Disks, which constituted more than half of the total, might not reach the peak state of the Divine Artifact Thunderclap Heaven, but in the current Human Dao world, they should still be an invincible force.

Once these fourteen Thunder Shock Disks appeared, strong purple electricity flickered around them, echoing the lightning power emanating from the White Horse. Yet, amidst the glow of this purple lightning, faint streaks of silvery-white electricity could also be seen—this was the lightning power of the Silver Eel King, now fully absorbed and assimilated by the White Horse Lightning.

Just as He Yiming expected the White Horse to unleash this formidable lightning force, he witnessed a truly peculiar sight. Slowly, the fourteen Thunder Shock Disks began to float upward into the sky, using the White Horse Lightning as their center point.

With every inch they ascended, the space between them widened slightly, and by the time they reached the high altitude, the separation between the fourteen Thunder Shock Disks was considerable. Then, the entire sky instantly changed color...