Above the Heavenly Gate, Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance, First Fusion Realm.
A blind old man with an indifferent, tranquil aura sat within a secluded valley.
His hair had already turned gray-white, his long locks falling carelessly down his back, somewhat disheveled yet natural.
He wore a gray straw raincoat, his hands resting lightly upon his knees. His breathing was steady and natural, and he exuded the air of an ordinary mortal, blending into the valley's serenity without the slightest deliberateness.
Beside the blind old man, birds came to rest and the mountain breeze brushed gently past. It was as though heaven and earth itself conversed with him in reverence, as though he himself were part of the mountains and rivers.
And this unremarkable blind old man was none other than the true wielder of power in the Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance, the one who dominated the Nine Directions Great Worlds and whose name none in the world dared even praise—First Fusion Immortal!
There was not the slightest trace of an Immortal's bearing upon him. He was like a mortal at death's door, with this valley as his final resting place, walking step by step toward the grave.
Buzz—
A faint ripple spread through the outside world. Within that ripple, a young man strode through the air.
His figure seemed to have been born from the void itself, carrying the fresh breath of dawn's first light.
His very existence was like a miracle between heaven and earth. Powerful vitality overflowed from him, as though making this land blaze with life anew.
His long hair was like starlight within the night, flowing freely in the wind. His eyes were limpid as water, as though they contained a vast world within them, drawing all who looked into them helplessly inside.
This man was Immortal Qixiao,