Thump, thump, thump!
Lin Suhe seemed to hear his own heartbeat, pounding so fiercely and clearly that his heart might leap right out of his chest if he let his guard down for even an instant.
Atop that Pitch-Black Peak sat a young man in a dark robe, legs folded in meditation. His black hair fell loosely over his shoulders, every strand gleaming with a spiritual luster that made one's heart quiver.
The pearl radiating five-colored light had transformed into a luminous full moon, hanging behind his head. Its glow blurred his features, leaving only a pair of deep, icy eyes visible, like the bottom of a sea ten thousand fathoms deep.
No, "he" wasn't the right way to describe him. "Heavenly One" seemed more fitting!
He looked like an ordinary man, and compared to the peak, he was surely tiny. Yet as he sat there, people couldn't help but overlook the heavens and earth, overlook the mountain. They seemed no more than his backdrop, his throne. He gave the impression of being beyond this world and this moment, as though he stood outside of everything, quietly watching time pass and the years slip away.
As a cultivator from the Seven Seas Twenty-Eight Realms who knew plenty of old-timers, Lin Suhe was no callow novice. He had attended Lady Sanxiao's birthday celebration as an attendant and visited True Immortal abodes. He had seen Arhats and Bodhisattvas from afar, and there had been no shortage of Immortal Venerables and Buddhas among them. Yet none had the presence of the young man before him, none had that sense of being unchanged since time immemorial!
He was absolutely the strongest among the Gods, Buddhas, and Immortal Saints I've ever seen. He's unquestionably one of the great figures between heaven and earth!
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