"Fellow Immortal, I'll explain after we escape with our lives!"
"Alright!"
Shing—
Chen Xun drew his massive axe, his expression icy as he looked toward the Immortal in the depths of space. Judging by his features, he appeared to be an Immortal of the Azure Plume Illusion Clan, seventh among the Strongest Myriad Races.
That Immortal's face seemed like a masterpiece painstakingly carved by heaven and earth. His features were deep yet exquisitely refined. Between his brows lingered a faint azure hue, like dawn breaking at the horizon—gentle, yet full of majesty.
His eyes were a deep blue, like stars above the firmament, glimmering with ever-shifting light, as though they could reflect the phantoms of all things in the world.
This race's appearance truly complemented its name. Most striking of all was his azure-green hair, feathered like blue plumes, cascading like the Milky Way—ethereal and mysterious.
His gaze was already cast in this direction, vast and imposing. It was too late to flee now...!
He wore a resplendent Immortal robe shimmering with flowing light. Its hem drifted in the wind like clouds within an Immortal Realm. As the void storms stirred, every strand of his hair seemed to contain endless Law Power, swaying gently with his movements and exuding an indescribable majesty.
This Immortal's eyes brimmed with confidence. He was Cheng Yuan, who had not dared act for a long time after being utterly terrified out of his wits by the Five-Elements Dao Ancestor. Only after the Human Race's Great Sun Immortal Treasure had subdued Chen Xun did he dare appear openly.
What Ancient Saint Clan old monster? He did not believe it at all... Back then, he had fought a thousand Immortals alone in the Celestial River, then crushed a Jiang Clan Immortal to death right before his eyes.