Behind the streak of light, the thick clouds were cleaved in two. Though they churned without end and seemed on the verge of closing back together,
they were clearly being affected by some invisible force. Every time they began to converge, they were forcibly parted again, unable to close even after a long while.
That alone was enough to show how profound the newcomer's cultivation was and how formidable his strength was.
In the blink of an eye, the streak of light dispersed, revealing a figure with a youthful face and crane-white hair, the ends of which were gradually stained with blood.
The newcomer had a handsome, youthful face, yet his eyes held twin pupils that gleamed like a brilliant galaxy. His gaze was deep and weathered by the vicissitudes of life.
He gripped a cloud halberd tightly in one hand. Killing intent roiled around him like raging waves and surging torrents, making him seem like an existence that had slaughtered his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
With the figure's arrival, the phantom heads deep within the vortex shifted all their attention onto him.
The pressure bearing down on Su Shi'er and the others abruptly lessened, and the fatal threat they had been facing vanished without a trace.
"Hm? That's the fellow who died and was resurrected here earlier—the guy from over ten thousand years ago!"
The Immortal Body raised his head and swept his gaze over the figure, muttering under his breath. His brows immediately furrowed.
His first reaction was to worry for Shen Miaoyin, who had appeared not long ago.
After all, that person had left earlier to pursue and kill Shen Miaoyin.
Now that he had returned, what condition was Shen Miaoyin in—the woman who had only just reappeared in