They simply couldn't imagine what other beings could possibly rank above them.
After a long, long time, a figure finally took shape in the golden light in the sky.
The golden light still swirled around him, though, making it impossible to see who he was.
But that did nothing to dampen the curiosity of the Primordial World's countless beings.
After a long, long time, the golden light in the sky finally vanished.
The figure became clearer and clearer.
The figure in the sky was a middle-aged man.
He wore a white robe.
Its hem was trimmed with gold.
He looked incomparably elegant and dignified, with an air of extraordinary grandeur.
A purple-gold crown rested on his head, making him look like someone of exalted rank.
The mighty figure held a purple Dragon Head Cane in his left hand.
His right hand rested lightly on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
An incomparably sharp aura immediately spilled from him.
That sharp aura grew stronger and stronger in an instant.
Boundless killing intent shone in his warm, gentle eyes.
It was obvious.
This mighty figure in the sky was an unparalleled expert of the Way of the Sword.
Judging solely by the sword intent he was desperately holding back, yet which still surged out of him, he seemed in no way inferior to Ancestor Minghe.
If anything, his sword intent seemed even more murderous than Ancestor Minghe's.
This aura was clearly incredibly powerful.
He was undoubtedly strong enough to contend for a place in the Primordial World's sword rankings.
When they saw this figure,
the countless beings of the Primordial World were stunned.
Then they suddenly remembered who he was.
The moment they realized his identity, everyone erupted in an uproar.
Disbelief showed on every face.
This mighty figure had