Boom!
A towering figure, like a mountain crag or massive boulder, crashed down into Mist Valley, stirring countless wisps of mist that surged like a vast Cloud Sea, boundless and majestic.
Centered on that figure, a majestic aura erupted, creating a blank expanse and displaying absolute control.
A pair of eyes like bronze bells swept downward, bright and piercing. An aura as heavy as a mountain bore down head-on.
The extreme sense of oppression contained Soul Power enough to make a Veteran Celestial take notice. Faced with such a scene, it was as though one stood before a mountain abyss, enough to make the heart tremble.
Horizontal Mountain Sect, Zhenyue Zun.
But before that incomparably vast aura, Chen Ping'an's expression remained calm, as if he felt nothing at all.
"Fellow Daoist, what is the meaning of this?"
Looking at the figures who had descended in a pincer formation before him, Chen Ping'an made an accurate judgment at once.
A veteran of the Second Realm, nearing perfection. He should have reached the seventh or perhaps eighth stage of Rainbow Piercing.
This realm was slightly above his own, but judging by the aura alone, the other party was weaker than him by far more than a single level.
And that was without taking his Perfect Dao Foundation and Black and White Intent into account. If those were included, the disparity would only become greater.
"Elder Zhenyue." Red Peak True Person was the first to salute. Then he turned toward Chen Ping'an, confidence on his face. "Fellow Daoist Xu, though this old man invited you here to delay you, my intentions were sincere as well. Why not consider it? If it works out, perhaps hostility can be turned into jade and silk."
"Xu came here today for a friendly transaction. Aren't you two