When Ye Zhen's gaze settled steadily on the face of the mysterious old man behind him, who had finally revealed his true form, what rose within him was deep disappointment!
This mysterious old man, who had appeared behind Ye Zhen with extreme abruptness, had a faintly discernible outline and features. Yet whenever Ye Zhen tried to make out his exact appearance, it became utterly blurred again.
It was as though a layer of watery light veiled his face, making it impossible to see clearly.
"You brat, are you really that interested in this old man's true face?"
"When it is time for you to know, you will know. Come!" With a casual sweep of his hand, the mysterious old man carried Ye Zhen along. Ye Zhen felt as though he were riding clouds and mist as the old man took him flying toward the faintly glowing gate on the first floor of the Sun Moon Divine Altar.
What shocked Ye Zhen was that this mysterious old man treated the gates of the Sun Moon Divine Altar as if they were nothing. The power around him gave a strange ripple, and he brought Ye Zhen directly flashing into the Sun Moon Divine Altar.
Now that Ye Zhen had left a trace of Soul Imprint within the Sun Moon Divine Altar, he knew better than anyone just how formidable its gates' defensive power was.
Even if a King at the peak of the ninth level of the Palace Opening Realm came and struck with all his strength, he would not be able to blast apart those seemingly dim gates.
Yet this mysterious old man had entered directly.
It was not only the gates. The power barriers between every two floors of the first nine floors of the Sun Moon Divine Altar were