Qiao Feng

A hunched figure seemed to tread upon the void, walking step by step from the depths of Mount Putuo.

With every step he took, even the entire void trembled.

It was as though a colossal mountain were pressing down on the void, forcing it to shudder.

"What is this—"

"Why do I feel like even my soul is trembling?!"

"Don't even mention it. It's not just you—even my heart can't help wanting to worship that man. But who exactly is he?!"

Everyone's gazes fell upon that hunched figure deep within Mount Putuo.

He carried a coffin on his back as he walked forward, one step at a time.

An endless air of desolation permeated his body.

It was as though the traces left upon him by the years carried an incomparably terrifying might, like a dormant volcano that had reached the tipping point before eruption.

All it needed was the slightest additional disturbance to completely detonate that volcano!

"Welcome, Patriarch!"

Qiao Jingyun looked toward the elder with blazing eyes.

Beside him, countless Mount Putuo experts knelt toward that figure and shouted aloud.

"Welcome, Patriarch!!"

Their voices boomed like muffled thunder, exploding in an instant.

At that moment, the aged, hunched figure gradually entered everyone's view.

"Gasp, it's actually him!"

"What? You know him?"

"Yes. I once saw him in my sect's ancient records—the founder of Mount Putuo. Legend has it that Mount Putuo's founder was a half-step Nine-Turn Gods and Devils Realm expert. He already existed before the Great Tang was founded. Back then, if the Great Tang Emperor hadn't broken and rebuilt himself to advance into the Nine-Turn Gods and Devils Realm, there might not even be a Great Tang today!"

"Back then, among the several super forces that posed the greatest threat to the Great Tang, Mount Putuo