The figure appeared with astonishing speed.
So fast that it seemed he had never moved, as though he had stood there from the very beginning.
A moment before, there had been nothing above Vulture Peak but empty space, with only lingering Buddha light slowly circulating.
Now, the figure hovered in the void directly above Vulture Peak, like a demon god who had walked out of antiquity, gazing down from on high upon the Buddhist School Pure Land glittering with golden light below.
Dark purple demonic qi slowly swirled around him, like a thin veil, like countless writhing shadow serpents, shrouding his figure and leaving it only faintly visible.
But that aura...
That cold, savage aura of the Devil Dao, pure to the utmost extreme, was so palpable, so dense that it seemed almost impossible to disperse, pressing down until all of Vulture Peak trembled faintly.
Jieyin's pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints.
His face, sorrowful for countless epochs, was now filled with incredulous shock.
He stared fixedly at the figure, his gaze almost tangible as he tried to pierce the layers of dark purple demonic qi and see the face beneath.
Then, in the next moment.
When the demonic qi parted slightly, revealing that sharply chiseled face, cold and hard as iron.
Jieyin's heart lurched, sinking straight to the bottom of an abyss.
"Hiss..."
He could not help drawing a slight, sharp breath. Though the sound was exceedingly soft, it rang with particular clarity over Vulture Peak, where the silence was deep enough to hear a pin drop.
There was only one reason.
That figure was none other than.
Luohu, who should already have been "destroyed"!
Jieyin was shocked beyond measure.
As though struck by lightning, he froze on the spot, utterly stunned.
What in the world was going on?!
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