As a cultivator at the late stage of the Lihe Realm, Wang Tinglou had a seventy-percent certainty even of shattering the void. The strength of his abilities far exceeded what ordinary cultivators could imagine.
For nearly three hundred years, Tinglou had paid no attention to worldly affairs, devoting himself entirely to breaking through to Great Perfection. Otherwise, if he had harbored ambition and vengeance, unifying the Human Race would not have been impossible.
In this conflict between Horizon Sea Pavilion and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, everyone had originally thought Tinglou would step in to interfere. Who could have known he would turn a deaf ear to it, and in the end, even vanish for no clear reason?
Tinglou's bitter love for Fairy Rubing had, after all, been a matter from eight hundred years ago. From all sorts of signs, Hui Xuan had deduced that he would not favor Horizon Sea Pavilion. That was why he had joined forces with Li Soul Valley, vainly hoping to breach Yingzhou Island. Who could have known that at the critical moment, this old monster would still appear?
Startled and furious, he saw the scholar-robed cultivator point a finger. Red light flashed, and a large hand, white as flawless jade, appeared strangely, grabbing hold of the immortal sword Hui Xuan had just sacrificed.
It was like lifting a heavy weight as if it were light, utterly free of mortal smoke and fire. Yet Hui Xuan's pupils contracted slightly. His divine sense swept over the scholar-robed cultivator, but his expression instead relaxed. "You are not the real Wang Tinglou?"
Though the divine abilities of the cultivator before him were extraordinary, they were far from matching the title of number one in the Human World. This was merely an External Incarnation cultivated by Tinglou.
Its realm