The Essence Qi Spirit of the Human Clan took form, breaking through the God Slaying Road, projected into the depths of Ink-Washing River's abyss, catching the attention of the Divine Clan, the Sacred Land, and Luoyang Sect.
The only regret was the inability to clearly see the person's face. Was it the Divine Son, the Saint Heir, or perhaps the Master of Luoyang Sect?
Moreover, the True God's power within the God Slaying Road boiled at this moment, crushing towards the person in waves, as if he had committed some monstrous act that roused heavenly wrath, intolerable for him to remain in the world.
From the direction of the empire, a figure approached...
He was around thirty, of medium build, dressed in an old robe, with a resolute face. His cheeks were chiselled like blades, with dense stubble on his chin, evoking maturity and solemnity.
His eyes were penetrating, and between their opening and closing, Sword Qi seemed to ripple, a grand scene of purple aura rising from the east.
