Hong Junyan had been asleep for 3,800 years. Over those 3,800 years, cultivation methods had continually evolved, and the forefront Daoist Arts of every nation had been replaced generation after generation.
But 3,800 years was not even half of a True Lord's long life. The Immortal Art of bitter winter made his lifespan drain even more slowly than time itself.
After all, he was the founding ancestor of the Snow Kingdom.
After all, he was an existence who had once confronted such a peerless hero as Tang Yu head-on.
And after 3,800 years, within the borders of the Snow Kingdom, he still displayed the dominance of a top-tier Dao Derivation cultivator!
At this moment, he caught the blade woven by karma between two fingers and resolutely moved it aside.
This allowed him to meet Xu Wang's gaze without obstruction.
"What am I doing?" Hong Junyan said in a deep voice. "Even if Ying Yunnian came, I would drive him away. What is the name of the current Qin Emperor? Why does he not come on campaign himself? If he wishes to take over my snow domain, is Xu Wang alone enough?"
All the crucial intelligence Fu Huan had transmitted from those 3,800 years now spread out in his mind.
The terrifying torrent of information was rapidly digested and absorbed. A wind rising from nowhere made his snow-dragon robe billow without end.
The Cold Cicada Winter Zai Immortal Array had perfectly preserved his peak strength. As he absorbed this key information, he was swiftly adapting to this era. He was already powerful, yet he was still advancing toward greater power!
And as he looked straight at Xu Wang, his gaze was so calm and unruffled, like those frozen years.
"The times have changed!" Xu Wang withdrew his palm beneath the Celestial