Selheira's eyes widened, as did Jojo's.
A Throne? No way. Absolutely no way.
Becoming a Throne meant exceeding the potential of every other disciple to ever be born within a Sect. However, even that wasn't enough. It had to be by a large margin on top of that.
It had to be remembered that a Throne was a disciple so excellent that a Sect or Clan didn't dare to take them under their banner. It was thus easier for such a Sect or Clan to provide resources to this genius in exchange for being bound to the Faith and the Faith they could gather.
However, the problem with this was simple. Who was this petite woman standing before them now? She might look fragile and delicate, but her aura was as clear and resounding as it got…
A Dao Sovereign!
Thrones were practically unheard of because they didn't receive the same level of protection they did in Sacrum to begin with, but Thrones this high up in the Heavens were even more ridiculous.
