Feng Xuyang, Ming Zhen, and the others stared at the figure in the sky, their eyes full of shock. For a hundred li around them, the very heavens and earth changed color. Lightning streaked through the air, and the terrifying aura felt as though a god had descended.
Could a person really become this powerful, rivaling the gods? No—that was a god.
Fang Mo felt it more deeply than the others. He was powerful and wasn't afraid of Transcendent Realm cultivators, but beneath the aura of the person in the sky, he felt he didn't stand a chance. The other party might be able to crush him to death with just a glance.
Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm. So this was the Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm?
True Persons were powerful too, but he understood that even Bai Wuchen would stand no chance before this person.
This was clearly another level of cultivation, a realm beyond description.
From Tie Xiaochuan's astonished tone, could this be Ling Cangyan?
If so, then he'd struck it rich. He'd taken a master on the cheap, never expecting him to be a Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm powerhouse.
"Tie Xiaochuan, what should you be calling me now?"
The magnificent voice rang out from the sky again.
Tie Xiaochuan's face stiffened. Looking up at the figure in the sky, he reluctantly clasped his hands and said, "Tie Xiaochuan pays his respects to Uncle-Master Ling!"
"It really is him!"
Hearing this, Fang Mo's heart stirred. It really was Ling Cangyan. Excitement welled up in him, but so did a trace of unease. What if the man refused to acknowledge him?
Just then, Ling Cangyan suddenly changed his hand signs, seemingly forming a spell seal. Countless bolts of lightning crashed down, striking the ground around them. In an instant, lightning surged