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Golden armored boots forged from some unknown metal stepped across the smooth, expansive plain, leaving behind clear footprints.
Following the boots upward—
Golden greaves, a golden skirt armor and breastplate, and golden armguards formed an imposing suit of armor around his body.
His hands were the only parts left unarmored.
Of course, if a helmet counted as armor, then his head would have to be included as well.
But it was precisely because he wore no helmet—
That people could clearly see the face of this young man clad in nearly full-body armor.
Sword-like brows and starry eyes—he was indeed a strikingly handsome man.
If one had to find fault with him—
It was that the corners of his brows tilted upward, while his lips were relatively thin, giving him an air of cold severity mixed with domineering arrogance.
To put it more vividly—
He resembled those grim, heartless emperors often found in ancient court dramas.
Of course—
That was merely the impression his appearance gave.
Judging people by their looks was wrong.
After all, if this young man truly possessed a temperament as cold, tyrannical, sinister, and heartless as his face suggested, he likely would not have left the Western Heaven God Realm and set foot here. Even if this was Blood God Clan territory, it was still part of the Western Heaven Continent and still under his rule.
"You should understand."
"What it means for me to intervene."
"Xue Ling'er."
The young man stood upon the vast plain.
To mortal eyes—
This plain was so wide that it seemed to join with heaven and earth.
Of course—
The young man was a cultivator.
In other words, someone beyond the ordinary.
Thus, his perspective naturally could not be compared to that of an ordinary mortal.
Yet,