At this moment, the once pitch-black, unfathomable Void Darkness was completely illuminated. Amid the towering golden radiance, a majestic figure slowly stepped forth.
He stood eight chi tall, clad in Daoist robes with cloud sleeves. His waist-length hair was tied behind his head with a golden ribbon. At first glance, he seemed tiny and distant, yet as he strode forward, that sense of smallness gradually faded, and the air of detachment from the Red Dust around him slowly vanished as well.
As though an Immortal had descended into the mortal world.
Once that distant, diminutive aura disappeared, an aura that stood above all living beings swiftly spread outward. At this moment, heaven, earth, and all things lost their brilliance.
Even the Dao Lords seemed to pale before him.
Merely gazing directly at his figure made one involuntarily feel a tremor in the soul, as though what stood before them was not an ordinary mortal of the secular world.
But an "Immortal"!
The impact was almost inconceivable to Lu Yang as he was now. After all, he had long ceased to be what he once was; he was no longer the ant of old.
Moreover, with the collapse of [Other Shore], the once lofty Dao Lords had fallen to Golden Core perfection. Though their strengths varied, their essence remained on the same level as his. Thanks to that, Dao Lords were no longer mysterious to him. He could clearly see that so-called Dao Lords were human as well.
Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, worry, and shock.
They possessed all seven emotions and six desires, perhaps even more deeply than ordinary people. After all, seeking immortality and pursuing the Dao Path were themselves the most extravagant and desire-driven pursuits in the world.
Yet the one before him was different.
Lu Yang had never