Just then, a burst of laughter suddenly came from outside the hall.
"Hahahaha!"
"My worthy brother, have you been well?"
As the laughter faded, the wind and snow howling outside the hall abruptly stopped.
Inside the hall, those few suits of Mystic Scale Armor from the Southeastern Circuit shattered without explanation. Immediately afterward, the spiritual light on more than a dozen Seven Baleful Fire Crow Talismans extinguished itself, while the Six Directions Origin-Trapping Formation Plate suspended in midair suddenly sank and crumbled to dust.
Tie Ming spun around.
At some point, the hall's main doors had opened.
Beyond the swirling snow, a tall figure was slowly ascending the Blood Jade Steps.
The newcomer used no escape light, nor did any spell phenomena appear around him. He wore only a crimson official robe signifying his status as a Principal Second Rank Immortal Official.
Patterns of mountains, rivers, and clouds embroidered in dark gold thread shimmered faintly across his lapels.
His black hair hung loosely behind his shoulders, held in place by nothing but a Blood Jade Hairpin.
It was Qing Chen, who had spent over twenty years in seclusion!
Most of his vast true essence at the Nascent Soul Peak lay hidden deep within his sea of qi, like a slumbering, surging river of blood;
Whenever a trace of his terrifying late immortality true blood escaped, everyone in the hall felt their hearts involuntarily thump in response.
Behind him, three dark red blood suns seemed to revolve, invisible to the naked eye.
As the first revolved, everyone's qi and blood surged with it.
As the second revolved, the surrounding spiritual qi gathered of its own accord.
Before the third had completed a full revolution, even a True Lord like Tie Ming suffered the terrifying illusion that his divine soul was about