His hair was as white as hoarfrost, his face like ancient tree bark. Yet, clad in flowing white robes, his eyes dazzling and his vitality surging, he stood as erect as a vigorous pine tree. Even as the pale moon hung high in the sky, casting down its boundless radiance, it still couldn't match half his magnificence.
Like a Daluo Golden Immortal with a divine aura circulating around him, every step he took shook the souls of all who watched. In this world of azure seas and blue skies, where heroes rose in droves, he alone could not be confined by the heavens.
A single phrase was all it took.
