By the time he reached the mountainside, the path up the mountain had come to an end.
Only a gigantic peak stood before Lu Yang.
Sensing someone's arrival, mysterious runes rippled across the peak, gathering in the air to form the silhouette of a white-robed man.
The man held a long spear. His long black hair was tied behind his head, and his sharply defined features radiated heroic vigor.
Deep within his dark, fathomless eyes flickered blue lightning.
His smile held three parts disdain and seven parts confidence.
A mere glance at him was enough to captivate anyone.
Such a dashing young hero, so strikingly handsome—at first sight, Lu Yang couldn't help thinking of Zhou Yu from the books of his past life, that dashing general with his feather fan and silk headdress.
But the aura of Dao Principles flowing through this man was countless times more powerful than Zhou Yu's!
The figure, condensed from Dao Principles, slowly lowered his head and looked at Lu Yang. A rare glimmer of interest appeared in his dark eyes.
"Two hundred years have passed, and at last someone has made it here again." The white-robed man smiled faintly, regarding Lu Yang with keen interest.
At the same time, Lu Yang sensed a ripple of Spiritual Sense from the man's phantom.
Clearly, this figure was fundamentally different from the lightning spirits formed from Thunder Law that Lu Yang had encountered on his way up the mountain.
Lu Yang immediately clasped his hands in salute. "May I ask which Venerable from Shanhetal's history stands before me?"
An Eight Realm Venerable could overturn rivers and seas with a mere gesture.
Such a powerful expert was certainly capable of leaving behind consciousness that endured for ages in certain places or objects.
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