"Huh, strange, why is it not a cultivation technique this time, but a golden text has turned into an old man?"
Ye Yun squinted slightly, blinked, and showed a hint of confusion on his face.
This was completely different from the process of obtaining the Technique of Invincibility Through Hundred Catastrophes before.
He began to scrutinize the illusory white-clad elder up and down.
The elder in white had an immortal demeanor, his gaze overshadowed everything, as if all things in the world were mere ants in his eyes.
He stood in the void, hands behind his back, his figure tall and majestic, his white hair cascading like a galaxy, his face aged yet sacred, his entire body enveloped in various Dao rhythms, giving off an indescribable aura of power.
This power had nothing to do with realm.
"What... exactly is going on? Who is this person?"
Countless exclamations rang out from all directions.
