Within Fushi Sect.
Chen Xun walked alone along a vast grand formation avenue. From all directions, above and below, disciples of every race watched him and clasped their hands in salute, scarcely daring to breathe.
The moment he stepped into the sect's mountains and rivers, the surging aura of the earth veins abruptly froze. Countless secret realms of the sect fell silent in their cycles at that instant. Yet the aura drifting from the Five Elements threw sun and moon out of balance, and even radiance did not dare shine upon him.
The wonder of that aura caused several Immortals of the sect to subtly change expression, though their eyes held even more gratification and wistful emotion.
At this moment, quite a few young cultivators stood in the distant sky, watching the figure casually carrying a demon beast into the sect, and sharply sucked in a breath of cold air.
"This senior brother's oppressive presence is so strong..."
"A legendary figure from ten thousand years ago... I never thought I would see his true face today. What a joy."
"I heard this senior brother's legends in the Great Demon World. For ten thousand years, they have not dared send troops against the Taiyi Great World. It seems it was because of senior brother's existence."
A prodigy of the Demon Race slowly spoke, every hair standing on end. His words drew the gazes of many sect prodigies. They had been born in the Taiyi Great World and could not hear news from the other Great Worlds.
Suddenly.
Chen Xun's gaze swept calmly across the surroundings. In that instant, every sect disciple felt that senior brother had looked directly at them, and their expressions grew even more excited.
"Greetings, senior brother!"
"Greetings, senior brother!"
Earth-shaking salutations rang out across the mountains