White robes.
Ancient.
Just his voice sounded like a murmur drifting from a dream, an echo from distant antiquity. It did not belong to this era, nor should it have existed in this world.
What emerged from the void was an old man reclining on a couch.
His face was aged and covered in wrinkles.
Withered and gaunt as a ghost.
Yet within his sunken eye sockets gleamed a pair of brilliant eyes, as though they had received both the curses and blessings of gods and demons alike.
Such eyes should not have been borne by a decaying body.
The first thing Tu Shan Jun noticed was also those eyes.
When he tried to make out the man's face, the cascading white hair fell in the way, preventing him from clearly seeing who the man was, where he had come from, or where he was going.
Tu Shan Jun did not know him, but Luo Tianfeng did.
Not only Luo Tianfeng—Luo Manping and Gusu Cuiguang knew him as well.
"Old Heavenly King."
Luo Tianfeng called out the man's title with a gloomy gaze. He had thought that, while suppressing Luo Tianpeng through the shifting formation, he had given neither Luo Manping nor Gusu Cuiguang any chance to send word.
Even when Gusu Cuiguang rebelled, he had not panicked.
But now, he truly felt fear and tension.
He could not understand how the Old Heavenly King had found this place.
"Are you very surprised, Tianfeng? You are not the only one who possesses an ancient divine-path artifact."
His voice sounded immeasurably old.
Calm and indifferent, as though victory had long been in his grasp. No—he had arranged everything with exquisite precision, from letting Luo Tianfeng's divine soul escape to finding the divine medicine.
Even with the divine medicine before him, his