Southern Heaven Domain,
within the mysterious Grotto-heaven Secret Realm where the Xuantian Sect was located.
In the deepest core, where no one had ever set foot,
between the desolate, ruined palaces,
facing the figure that had suddenly appeared before him, Yang Qingyun wore an expression of utmost respect.
He had no choice but to be respectful.
Because even at that moment,
if he had not seen the other party with his own eyes and heard his voice with his own ears,
Yang Qingyun would not even have sensed the other party's existence!
The other party and he
felt as though they were separated by an entire world!
Yang Qingyun did not know who the other party was or what realm or level of strength he possessed.
He knew even less what sort of height one's strength had to reach for him to cause such a bizarre phenomenon—a phenomenon in which a supreme expert of the Dao Integration Realm, who had theoretically already reached the peak of the Martial Path in this world, could not even detect his existence.
But Yang Qingyun knew one thing for certain:
when facing an unknown powerhouse,
it was never wrong to be a little more respectful.
"You don't need to be afraid. I'm actually about to dissipate."
"I can't pose much of a threat to you."
"It's just that I never expected to see you again before dissipating."
"Looks like we really are fated to meet."
"That makes me quite happy."
The young man's voice was somewhat gentle, carrying a warm, neutral magnetism.
Just by hearing his voice,
one could feel that he was a gentle person.
At the same time,
between his words,
there was a kind of
free-and-easy acceptance of life and death.
He gave off the feeling of someone who had experienced