Changing Hands
A True Immortal-level powerhouse had suddenly appeared.
Everyone present was shaken. Unlike the monkey's furtive, skulking manner, this True Immortal powerhouse made no attempt to conceal himself. His presence was vast and overwhelming.
The man had gray hair, with white at his temples. His face bore the look of premature age. Clad in broad robes with wide sleeves, he was surrounded by halo-like ripples. Every movement he made seemed to synchronize with heaven and earth.
Normally, the environment of Tianfang Continent on the Western Continent would suppress all foreign powerhouses. This was due to the primordial spirit dwelling within the Gate of Holy Hall.
Yet this mysterious True Immortal was not targeted by the continent's strongest force. He was completely unaffected.
"So it really is you?!"
The pontiff spoke again.
He had seen the appearance of this gray-haired middle-aged man in a painting stored within Tianqi Holy City. This was an existence considered a blasphemer—a Holy Son from a thousand years ago.
This Holy Son had once competed with another man for the pontiff's throne, but had failed for various reasons. Later, the other contender—the current Elder Heichi's master—had successfully ascended to the position.
The clan to which that Holy Son belonged was put on trial and hunted down, and many of its members were slaughtered. It had been a bloody struggle, and many of the Holy City's upper ranks had also been purged.
Heichi Wulei had been the most radical pontiff in history. Back then, aside from the elders in Tianqi Holy City who had sided with him, all high-ranking members of sects who had not supported him were tried and expelled.
Only through such iron-blooded means had he secured the pontiff's throne. As for the clan to which the gray-haired middle-aged man belonged, it had nearly