Under the terrifying pressure, Xi Sima involuntarily revealed his Void Realm!
His Void Realm hung in the air, his Primordial Spirit seated within it. Around him, suns and moons alternated, while galaxies shifted like dust and sand, gathering and scattering in rapid succession, giving one the sense that seas had turned to mulberry fields, time passed swiftly, yet he himself endured through eternity.
Two Void Realms hung in the sky, four suns and moons shining upon each other, radiating a terrifying pressure.
Cold sweat beaded on Xi Sima's forehead.
Young.
That was his first thought.
This iron plate was far too young.
He looked to be only around forty, in the prime of life, with vigorous blood and qi and a powerful body. Beating up an old man of the same realm would surely be as easy as turning over one's hand, requiring no effort at all!
Was this iron plate at the Void Returning stage or the Great Ascension stage?
Could these old bones of his even kick this iron plate?
The float in the river bobbed. A fish had taken the bait.
But Xi Sima did not dare lift his rod.
He did not even dare move.
Before such a rare, peerless expert, the slightest unusual movement might reveal a flaw and get him killed on the spot!
Whenever he fished, he had never liked interfering with fish taking the bait, calling it letting nature take its course—those willing would take the hook. With his abilities, if he cast an empty hook and stirred his thoughts, every fish in the river could probably end up hanging from it.
But where would the fun be in that?
True fishing relied on luck. Watching the fish test the waters and bite the hook was what brought the joy of a