In an instant, the air throughout the Golden Carriage Hall seemed to freeze solid.
The surging Spiritual Essence fluctuations around the Ten Great Sects' leaders instantly withdrew, like candle flames snuffed out by an invisible giant hand.
Outside the hall, falling ginkgo leaves hovered eerily in midair.
The dewdrops on their veins remained poised at the very moment before falling.
At this moment, all time and space seemed to have had its pause button pressed; even the tiniest speck of dust stopped moving.
The leaders of the Ten Great Sects suspended in the air all had their backs taut, even their breaths instinctively caught in their throats.
The aura emanating from Lu Xuan made their hearts palpitate, carrying an overbearing dominance that looked down upon Heaven and Earth.
It clearly proclaimed that the man standing above them was very likely a terrifying existence beyond a Spirit Transformation Cultivator.
At this moment, the minds of the Ten Great Sects' leaders were completely blank.
After all, over the course of several thousand years, Spirit Transformation Cultivators had all but vanished.
That realm, like something out of legend, had not appeared in this world for who knew how many ages.
Among the crowd, the Flowing Flame Valley Master, who had previously held his head high and arrogantly clamored that Lu Xuan must pay a debt of blood with blood—
Now seemed to have had all his momentum sucked out of him.
The Flowing Flame Valley Master's aged face twitched violently. His old features, usually brimming with majesty and fearsome authority—
Instantly changed into an exceedingly fawning smile, every wrinkle radiating servility, his eyes filled with ingratiation and reverence.
Before everyone's shocked gazes—
This old monster, who had dominated the cultivation world for centuries, suddenly dropped to both knees in midair.
"This junior awaits