The man was entirely shrouded in a layer of hazy chaotic aura, with black and white energies spiraling around like swimming dragons. The nine-layered Yin-Yang mysterious light spread out in layers, accompanied by a noble purple aura.
His left eye was bright as the sun, his right eye as dark as the moon, calmly gazing down at the valley below. Wherever his gaze landed, the flow of spiritual energy in the valley, the patterns of the earth veins, and even every thread of Qi-blood and mana circulating within him seemed to be thoroughly perceived, leaving nothing hidden.
"An Immortal Primordial Spirit?!!"
Yellow Heaven Taoist felt his heart fiercely shaken, his pupils suddenly constricting.
He had practiced for hundreds of years, mastering both martial and daoist paths. He had witnessed the elegance of Immortal Primordial Spirits described in ancient scrolls and sensed the obscure aura of slumbering immortals in some hidden grotto heavens.
