As the beings of the Primordial World discussed among themselves,
the golden light in the sky began to evolve faster.
After a long, long time, a figure finally appeared above the Primordial World.
As the golden light dimmed,
the figure gradually became clearer.
The one appearing in the sky was a young man dressed in white robes.
He wore a magnificent white robe that made him appear exceptionally noble.
The edges of the robe were adorned with many exquisitely subtle white patterns.
Though the young man looked somewhat slender, he exuded a grand and majestic aura.
The perfectly fitted robe outlined his tall, straight figure.
His long hair was also moon-white in color.
The moon-white hair and pure white robe complemented each other perfectly.
His long hair was loosely tied behind his head with a white ribbon, giving him an air of magnificence and unrestrained freedom.
This young man's features were equally strikingly defined.
He seemed sculpted from white jade, incomparably handsome.
His cold and stunning face seemed capable of eclipsing even the blazing sun in the sky.
Every gesture of his displayed nobility and icy severity.
With the appearance of this figure,
a frigid murderous aura suddenly filled heaven and earth.
It carried a bone-piercing chill and a coldness that seemed to scrape one's very bones.
Many powerful beings shuddered at that moment.
Moreover, within that murderous aura, an imposing presence that could shake the world seemed to erupt faintly.
This presence seemed somewhat similar to that of Emperor Jun, the Demon Emperor, and Ancestral Witch Dijiang.
It was the bearing of a king reigning over the world, bringing with it an immensely powerful sense of oppression.
All beings of the Primordial World were intimidated by this young man.
"This man—such an overwhelming murderous aura—"
"He is the White