Immortal Oath True Lord, Great Vow Bodhisattva

Hah!

Towering waves roared and churned, swallowing Qi Xian, who had been trapped in midair by the fire lotus.

He was soaked through, his once neatly groomed hair plastered messily across his cheeks.

Yet it was as though an invisible hand had seized this middle-aged man by the throat. He breathed heavily, his chest heaving violently, his eyes nearly splitting wide as he stared dead ahead as if he had seen a ghost.

Though Qi Xian was a third-rank Great Luo Immortal, he had long attended the Emperor Lord's side. His insight far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators.

The aura that had erupted from that white-robed monk moments ago—the sheer strength of his Dao path—had already exceeded many senior figures within the sect. Perhaps only an outstanding Golden Immortal like Clear Light Zi could possibly contend with him.

This person was absolutely no ordinary Great Freedom Bodhisattva. No matter which Mount Sumeru he came from, he had to be someone who wielded immense authority and enjoyed the true Buddha's deepest trust.

And yet such an expert had actually risked everything to come so close to Northern Continent and carry out such a shameful ambush.

The matter itself was already horrifying beyond belief.

But at this moment, Qi Xian had actually watched this Great Freedom Bodhisattva get blasted down from the heavens in such a sorry state!

"Y-you... who exactly are you?"

He raised his head toward the sky, his throat burning, his voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.

In an instant, a towering figure slowly stepped out of the turbulent cosmos. His entire body seemed forged from white jade, unstained by the slightest mote of dust. A jade wheel rotated slowly behind him, fluttering ribbons swept aside the clouds and mist, and golden radiance drifted down like fine rain