Baleful Intent stretched like a sea of clouds beneath a vast distant sky.
Mysteriously black as shadow.
Like a cloak that followed a man wherever he went.
The towering figure clad in a Hell Transformation Dharma robe stepped out of the Soul Banner, placing his palm on the young man's body.
The young man immediately settled down, slowly shifting aside to reveal a pale bluish-white face. Great and small Undying Eyes reflected in his own eyes, like two immense universes revolving around twin suns and moons.
The Undying Eyes swept over him.
Tu Shan Jun slowly withdrew his hand.
"Good, good, good!"
The figure flashed before Tu Shan Jun, examined him closely, then stretched out his hands and clapped in praise.
"If I had not witnessed it with my own eyes, I would not have believed it."
As the figure praised him, he tore away the phantom image covering his body.
His fingernails were coarse and withered. Clad in a plain azure Daoist robe, with regular features, a bulging forehead, and a Daoist topknot, he approached barefoot and said, "Your cultivation is truly astonishing!"
"May I ask who Senior is?"
Tu Shan Jun could not quite gauge him for the moment.
"You may call me Patriarch," the Patriarch said with a smile.
"Patriarch?!"
Wu Rong cried out in alarm and hurriedly looked at his master.
This is bad.
Beat the young one, and the old one comes.
And this "Patriarch" looked terrifying at a glance.
Even when facing Dao Lord Gu Xianlou, he had not felt such immense pressure. More terrifying still, this "Patriarch" before him had not leaked the slightest trace of aura.
Tu Shan Jun asked, "Patriarch, were you the one who left behind that sword qi back then...?"
"That was your own fortune. The jade statue was