"He is..." He Heng drew in a sharp breath, staring at the Daoist figure above, who seemed both present and absent. He couldn't make out the figure's features or tell its age. He couldn't even say for certain whether it existed at all. Its existence was too strange, too terrifying.
As that profound gaze fell upon him, He Heng suddenly felt an indescribable force envelop him, causing him to overlap with a figure near the front below.
The figure overlapping with him looked like a heroic young man dressed in a scarlet robe. His eyes held a will that feared no one and honored only himself. Seeing him, He Heng felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Not far from the young man stood a graceful figure, noble and divinely beautiful. The two utterly different qualities of kindness and majesty blended together in her.
He Heng's pupils contracted. Her appearance was exactly the same as Nuwa's Corpse, which he had obtained from the Longevity World.
In that instant, he understood something.
Looking to the side, he saw three Daoist figures standing in a row. Their auras were similar, though each possessed a distinct Dao. Their bearing resembled that of the Daoist figure above, but they lacked its quality of seeming both present and absent. One of them had an aura much like Laozi, whom he had encountered in the Black Mountain World.
Beside them stood an emperor wreathed in immortal energy, radiating supreme majesty and an aura of sovereignty. In response to this figure stood a great being bathed in divine radiance—a god without equal.
In a corner stood a black demonic shadow, its baleful aura shocking the heavens and its demonic intent pure to the extreme.
Seeing all this, He Heng was sure of his guess.
Just then, the Daoist