As if lifting a light, fluttering fallen leaf with one hand—effortless and composed.
The owner of that great hand was a man with long hair hanging loose, clad in an oversized black robe whose sleeves trailed along the ground. His bearing was unrestrained, exuding utmost elegance.
He seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, without a sound.
Yet no one could make out his face. His entire figure was clearly close at hand, yet he gave the impression of standing amid distant, boundless nothingness.
Everyone was startled.
Evil Sword Venerable narrowed his eyes. For some reason, the suddenly appearing Black Robed Man gave him an indescribable sense of terror and unease.
The three Heavenly Emperors frowned, their eyes like cold lightning as they all fixed upon the Black Robed Man. Immediately, bewilderment appeared between their brows.
Though they were Willpower Dharma Forms, their vision remained keen. Yet in their perception, the Black Robed Man was clearly standing there, and still seemed as though he did not exist at all!
It was as though he had leaped free of time and space's cage, cast off fate's shackles—seemingly present, yet in truth as formless as the Great Dao!
Even the three Heavenly Emperors could not help being astonished. Who was he?
At the same time, the pressure upon Cen Xinghe, who had been unable to move as though imprisoned, Mo Lanhe, whose heart was filled with despair and helplessness, and Fu Lingyun, was completely swept away.
It was as though they had been bathed in an invisible spring breeze, their minds settling into calm.
All three were shocked, their gazes dazed. Who was this being?
Only Su Yi remained as calm as ever. He casually took out a jug of wine and drank a mouthful.
In a sense, this was the first