The Divine Sect Master of the Mahayana Stage

"How could this be... How could this be possible..."

The moment he saw that figure's face clearly, while the others had yet to react much, Song Qingyuan was the first among the crowd to lose his mind.

He had never imagined that he would see this figure here. Or rather, even if someone beat him to death, he would never have believed that he would see this person again in his lifetime.

Back then, he had taken the Immortal Mansion's token, defied the heavens to alter his bloodline, and changed his Spirit Root to the light attribute. Full of confidence, he had entered the Bright God Sect's main hall, expecting to sit upon the highest throne.

Yet Song Qingyuan saw the most terrifying sight of his life. That figure sat upon a throne forged from supreme-grade immortal jade, his body dead yet incorruptible, like flawless jade. Meanwhile, Song Qingyuan had been like an ant, cowed by his terrifying aura. Then, this person opened his eyes and gave him an indifferent glance. Those amber eyes seemed to contain the power to destroy heaven and earth, instantly forcing him to his knees.

That gaze was filled with contempt and disdain. Song Qingyuan had then crawled out of the main hall on his knees beneath that gaze, like a dog.

From that point onward, he no longer harbored the slightest thought toward the Bright God Sect's main hall.

Song Qingyuan had originally believed that he would never see that terrifying figure again in his life. Yet now, not only had this person appeared, but he had also gained the ability to move. He floated in the sky, looking down upon the earth and everyone below as though they were ants.

The ceremonial music had already risen to a soaring crescendo. A male voice