"Time is almost up!"
"By now, Xuanyuan Cang should have completely taken control of the Earth Vein Abyss Root, right?"
Red Abyss World.
Above the endless volcanoes.
A man who looked to be around forty stood there, his features clear and austere, his brow bones high and level, his eye sockets slightly deep, his gaze steady.
Beneath him churned molten lava, along with the birthplace of one of the world's three great spiritual veins—the Red Abyss Root!
Unlike other cultivators, the man had not developed brightened eyes from staring at spiritual light for prolonged periods.
His hair was neatly bound and secured with a dark wooden hairpin, without a single stray lock.
His attire was simple. He wore an old dark-gray robe year-round, with no embroidery or ornamentation around the collar or cuffs. Only a narrow belt was tied around his waist, and he wore no accessories or Lineage insignia.
He looked like someone accustomed to solitude, someone who did not rely on others' judgment to affirm his own state.
No one recognized his appearance.
Yet his name had long since been recorded in the annals of human history!
This man was Xuanyuan Cang, who had emerged more than five hundred years ago!
The founder of the Human Alliance!
The sole leader of countless Transcendentalists!
And judging by his appearance, he had retained the looks of a man in his forties.
Yet his true age was nearing six hundred!
Under certain light, extremely fine pale-brown spots could be seen on the skin of his hands.
His breathing, meanwhile, was more even than that of ordinary people, maintaining a constant rhythm over the years that did not fluctuate violently with emotion.
Xuanyuan Cang had not been here for long.
But.
The volcanoes that had once boiled violently were slowly going