Yun Feiyang

As that majestic voice faded, an ancient and profound aura slowly spread in from beyond the crowd.

The people instinctively opened a path. An old man with snow-white hair and beard, dressed in a cloud-brocade robe, slowly stepped onto the void arena.

His eyes blazed like torches. Every step he took was accompanied by faint rumbling thunder—the symbol of unfathomable cultivation.

"I am Yun Feiyang. I have long heard of your illustrious name, young friend, and have come especially to seek your instruction." Yun Feiyang's voice was gentle, yet carried an unmistakable force.

His appearance instantly quieted the area around the arena, which had been noisy moments before.

That was because Yun Feiyang was a powerful Rogue Cultivator who had already made a name for himself a hundred thousand years ago, and he had rarely appeared in the world during all that time.

It was said that a hundred thousand years ago, he had challenged more than a hundred Mahayana Realm experts in succession and had never suffered a defeat.

Now, after a hundred thousand years had passed, Yun Feiyang's strength had become even more unfathomable.

Yang Lingtian raised his brows slightly and looked toward this uninvited guest.

"Senior Yun's great name is as thunder to my ears, and your strength is extraordinary. Then this junior shall ask for your guidance."

From his aura, he could sense that the other party's strength had undoubtedly reached the combat power of the sequence-level Mahayana Ninth Layer.

It could be said that his opponent was stronger than the challengers before him.

But exactly how strong he was could only be known after they fought.

Before his voice had even faded, Yun Feiyang gently raised his hand and slowly rotated his fingertip.

In an instant, the air around them seemed to solidify.

An invisible