Above the vast and boundless azure sky, an incomparably enormous island seemed to be held aloft by an invisible giant hand, floating silently high in the air.
Ten thousand miles of clouds and mist curled around it like gauze, sometimes concealing the island within, sometimes revealing its mysterious outline in fleeting glimpses.
On the surface of the island, two stooped old men floated in midair.
Their skeletal hands danced frantically, continuously pouring the surging power within their bodies into the strange red crystal before them.
The red crystal emitted a deep, secluded glow. The rhythm of its scarlet light seemed to synchronize with the breathing of heaven and earth.
One could tell at a glance that it was the core of some crucial formation node.
One of the old men wore a cyan black robe, as though it had been woven from countless shadows of the night sky, gleaming with an eerie luster.
As time passed, the expression on the old man's wrinkled face became increasingly savage and terrifying, like a hellish demon enraged beyond measure!
At last, the old man in the Cyan Black Luo Robe could no longer restrain the fury in his heart. He threw back his head and roared, his voice like rolling thunder, churning even the surrounding clouds and mist.
"It infuriates this old man! Lu Xuan, you outrageous madman who bullies others beyond all measure!"
The old man angrily cursing Lu Xuan was none other than the ancestor of the Luo Family, one of the Eight Great Families.
In recent days, the Luo Family Old Ancestor had continuously received urgent reports from his descendants.
In nearly every secret realm, the outstanding young generation of the Luo Family had been mercilessly slaughtered by that junior, Lu Xuan.
Lu Xuan's exterminating methods were like blades stabbing