Tongtian had once fought fiercely with the senior members of the Three Saints Alliance before the Purple Cloud Palace.
Later, he had even killed Lord of the Beginning, causing him to perish.
Thinking about it carefully, those events had happened a very long time ago. It felt like they belonged to another lifetime.
Tongtian had never expected that one day he would see someone else fighting fiercely before the Purple Cloud Palace.
It had certainly broadened his horizons.
More than a dozen men and women in black stood before the Purple Cloud Palace.
They were surrounding a White-Clad Man.
This White-Clad Man was none other than the famous White-Clad Dao Lord.
He was also the White-Clad True Man who had once shared Tongtian's former title of White-Clad True Man. He had later become a Dao Lord. When the cultivators of the Primordial World had been downgraded and fallen in realm this time, he had not suffered the same fate and was still a Dao Lord.
His companion, the Black-Clad True Man, was the same.
The White-Clad Dao Lord was extremely powerful. Even while fighting three opponents alone, he showed no sign of defeat.
All three of those opponents were at the Saint Venerable level!
"White-Clad, you'd better surrender obediently. This is your last chance."
A handsome man wearing a golden crown stood among the group of men and women in black. He acted as arrogantly as though he were handing out favors.
Anyone who saw him would feel irritated and want to give him two hard slaps across the face.
"I don't think he'll surrender. Do you even know where he comes from?"
"Where he comes from? He's nothing but a fallen Saint Son. The Saint Halls in the Southern Continent of the Infinite World have already collapsed. What does