"Fellow Daoist, aren't you being a little too presumptuous? Do you truly think the Great Cloud Dynasty has no one left?"
At that moment, a white-haired, hunched old man suddenly appeared before Liu Yirui.
The terrifying pressure radiating from him twisted the surrounding space. He was clearly another old monster at the Tribulation Transcendence stage.
Kyoto had always been a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers gathered, with countless powerful experts.
The sword Lin Han had just brought down had already drawn the attention of the entire Kyoto.
After his second sword strike shattered the Northern Pacification Commission's grand formation, no one could remain seated any longer.
Numerous old monsters sent their divine senses toward the scene.
Even the Son of Heaven stationed in the imperial palace was no exception.
At this moment, he sat meditating within the Palace of Benevolent Longevity, the aura of the Great Dao around him profound and mysterious, nearly materializing into substance.
Just as people outside said.
Some people could not ascend, while he simply did not wish to ascend.
What he sought was very simple: even after ascending, he still wanted to remain the supreme sovereign, revered above all beneath the heavens.
Thus, in preparation for ascension, he had made all manner of arrangements.
Upon noticing the disturbance at the Northern Pacification Commission, he merely opened his eyes slightly. After glancing at the situation there, he closed them again and resumed his cultivation.
Unless absolutely necessary, he would not act now, lest he reveal his cultivation and alert that Heavenly Gate to descend for him.
Besides, this was hardly a major matter. There were people below who would handle it.
After the hunched old man arrived, Liu Yirui recognized him and said respectfully, "Thank you for your trouble, Elder Huang."
Elder Huang waved