"Unless Master comes in person, staying here today will leave us facing disaster rather than fortune. But Master is a Saint. How could he possibly so easily... hmm?"
Guang Chengzi spoke, intending to say that Yuanshi would never descend in person. A Saint's dignity was not so easily set aside.
Yet before he could finish, he suddenly sensed a familiar presence emerging between heaven and earth.
"Master?!"
Guang Chengzi was stunned.
The next moment, the sky, churned by the clouds of battle, abruptly changed color.
Boundless purple clouds of fortune surged from the void, blanketing the sky in an instant. At the same time, the air on Mount Qianyuan seemed to congeal. Every breath the living beings there took required ten or even a hundred times more effort than before.
A faint pressure, yet one bearing an undeniable majesty, began descending upon them.
"A Saint!"
No explanation was needed. In that instant, every living being understood the source of these extraordinary signs.
A Saint had unmistakably descended!
"Yuanshi!"
While the gathered beings reeled, Kong Xuan, Daoist Duobao, Holy Mother Wudang, and the other Quasi-Saints of the Spirit Vine Sect had already identified the newcomer.
Sure enough, the instant they recognized him, the figure of a Daoist stepped out of the haze, appearing from nowhere in the void.
High above, he looked down upon all living beings.
With merely a casual sweep of his gaze, an aura of destruction flooded the minds of every Spirit Vine Sect disciple.
Even Kong Xuan and Duobao, who already stood at the quasi-saint peak, could not help having their breath catch.
As the strongest disciples of the Spirit Vine Sect, Duobao and Kong Xuan could sense all the more clearly just how much malice this figure, descending with an aura of destruction, bore toward their