"You're here."
The Silver Immortal spoke, a faint smile on his lips, making no effort to conceal the admiration for Shi Yi in his eyes.
"Pu Yu pays his respects to the Immortal!"
Shi Yi bowed to this being.
He was the undisputed ruler of the ancient Qilong Mountains, a peerless expert who had fought in the war that destroyed the Primordial Ancient World—a genuine Immortal One, equivalent to a True Immortal of the Nine Heavens.
At this level, they could no longer be considered the same species as human Dao beings. Their very existence had evolved and undergone a leap, making them immeasurably powerful, undying and indestructible, looking down upon all human Dao beings.
"Heh, I've already heard about you.
"Could you demonstrate the art you used against that youngster from the Six-Armed Race again?" the Silver Immortal asked with a smile.
Shi Yi nodded. The next moment, dandelion seeds appeared around his arm, each one a rune. With a boom, all the dandelion seeds exploded, burning fiercely and releasing astonishing power as they transformed into Feather Plumes.
Shi Yi's fist struck out from amid the boundless Feather Plumes, sublimating to its utmost through feathering. In a brief instant, the power of his punch multiplied several times over.
"What a remarkable feathering art." The Silver Immortal's expression turned solemn as he recognized how heaven-defying this art was.
Judging from Shi Yi's demonstration, the art was still only an embryonic form. Once perfected, its power would be unimaginable.
It seemed Yin Lun's claim that Pu Yu might one day rival the prodigies of the Imperial Clans had not been wind from an empty cave.
For the Silver King Clan, this was a rare opportunity.
Befriending Pu Yu while he was young was tantamount to befriending the Pu Demon Race. Though