A man's name was like a tree's shadow.
Ouyang Quxian was undoubtedly one of the more active Lords of the Great Dao in the Eastern Wasteland.
However, it was said that years ago, he had been slain by the Jade Family's First Ancestor in the Jade Family.
That battle had shone through the ages like gold, one of the few major events in which a Dao Lord had fallen. Countless cultivators had likewise witnessed that battle.
The organization had naturally kept records of it as well, and they clearly stated that Ouyang Quxian was dead.
They also said that the sacred spirit-armament which should have stood at the center of the vortex, drawing Dao Sons and heavenly geniuses into a scramble, had likewise exploded into the void during that battle.
But what about now?
Lou Jin Dog felt his initial excitement and exhilaration gradually recede like the tide. Once his shock and astonishment had been stripped away, all that remained was deep trembling terror.
He had never imagined that he would see Ouyang Quxian again.
Still less had he imagined that the unknown cultivator held a spirit-armament treasure in his hand.
Putting the two together—
Lou Jin Dog reached a hair-raising conclusion.
Ouyang Quxian stood in the air, the terrifying pressure of a True Demon Dao Lord fully unleashed.
Under the suppression of a Lord of the Great Dao, the grand formation that should have been operating was forcibly halted. Even the many Great Saints pouring in were cowed into not daring to step forward, much less Featherling Ying, who presided over the formation's core.
Featherling Ying only felt things become obscure and difficult to turn, as though he were moving an immortal heavenly abyss.
Even without a Dao Flower blooming in the void, Ouyang Quxian standing there was enough