Soon afterward.
Luofu Holy Land.
Holy Lord Luofu was cultivating in seclusion. Ever since entering the Southern Domain, the pressure on the sect had grown much greater, and he wanted to advance further.
After all, with abundant resources, the stronger one was, the more one could obtain.
In front of him lay a tattered ancient book. It contained a secret art.
"Luofu Gong? Heh heh, it does bear a bit of the Immortal Realm Slaughter Floating Art's shadow. What a pity—the grade is still far too low."
All of a sudden, a middle-aged man dressed in linen appeared silently inside Holy Lord Luofu's secret chamber. He casually picked up the ancient book and looked through it, then tossed it back down. His eyes were filled with disdain.
Holy Lord Luofu hurriedly opened his eyes. Seeing the middle-aged man who had appeared in the chamber without him knowing when, he was extremely shocked. "Who are you?!"
In an instant, his cultivation was about to erupt!
But the man in black merely raised a hand, and Holy Lord Luofu immediately felt as though he had been crushed beneath ten million pounds of boulders. He could hardly breathe.
How terrifying! With just a raise of his hand, he could render Holy Lord Luofu, a Supreme, utterly helpless!
What kind of existence was this?
Holy Lord Luofu's expression changed drastically. "Who are you, sir, and why have you come here...?"
The middle-aged man merely sneered. "You needn't ask who I am. Tell me—what is this so-called power in the Southern Domain that can intimidate everyone?"
At those words, Holy Lord Luofu was even more startled.
This man's origins were unknown, and his cultivation was clearly far above the Supreme level. He was very likely an Immortal. Moreover, he was actually inquiring about the mysterious