As Chu Xiangtian finished speaking, the ancient black Immortal Stele suddenly trembled. Then the golden number ranked first at its summit abruptly turned into a brilliant beam of golden light, shining down into the crowd.
The light reached the Imperial Family's section at the very front and enveloped an elderly man with an aged face and a hunched back.
The old man wore the Golden Swallow Flying Dragon Imperial Robe. No other member of the Imperial Family dared approach within several yards of him.
Enveloped in the golden beam, the old man remained utterly calm as he slowly rose toward the ancient Immortal Platform.
"Is that Chu Tianhuang, the one ranked first?"
"He actually looks that old? With his power, maintaining the appearance of a young man-or even a boy-should be effortless, right?"
"What do you know? He's long since stopped caring about appearances."
"You're wrong. I heard he's cultivating an extremely unusual cultivation method. Looking like that might bring him closer to his Dao heart."
"So this is the greatest prodigy of our Great Yan-Chu? I heard his soul lifespan is only a little over twenty-five hundred years, yet he's left everyone else in the Desolate Region eating his dust."
"I hadn't seen him once all this time."
The disciples of every sect looked up at the old man enveloped in golden light, surprise in their eyes.
Before he appeared, the name at the top of the rankings had already thundered in everyone's ears. They had all imagined a young man of peerless grace, never expecting him to look like an elderly man.
Still, with a soul lifespan of just over two thousand years, he absolutely counted as fresh and young. If he wished, he could regain a youthful face at any moment.
As the first golden beam shone