Heavenly Xuan Calendar, year 25142, the sixth day of the ninth month—a perfectly ordinary day.
Yet on this very day, nearly half the powerhouses of the entire Heavenly Xuan Realm gathered one after another in Linjiang City, Jiang Province, keeping constant watch on the mountain range not far away that was hidden in thick fog, hoping for Ziwei Mountain, which had sealed itself for a hundred years, to return once more to the mortal dust.
In truth, if not for certain unspeakable reasons, the sealed Ziwei Mountain was nothing more than an aristocratic clan that had hidden itself for a long time reappearing after a century. It should never have had any dealings with existences like them who stood atop the mountain peak.
But unfortunately, the Star Lord, who now loomed above the Heavenly Xuan Realm like a god or Buddha, had happened to walk out from this very Ziwei Mountain.
As big shots above the mountain peak, they could be said to be the existences closest to that one in the heavens. Yet the higher one's cultivation was, the more one understood just how terrifying that Star Lord, who had not made a move in eighty years, had become.
That was a great terror that would stir fear in the heart with a mere lift of the head—and one that both immortals and mortals alike could feel!
At this moment, inside a century-old restaurant in Linjiang City that catered exclusively to high-level cultivators, many people stood by the windows, gazing at the mist that still hid among the mountains, their hearts rising and falling like seven buckets up and eight buckets down, unable to find peace.
They were afraid.
Afraid that if some slight accident happened on Ziwei Mountain's way back, or, to put it more directly, if Ziwei