Fierce winds howled.
Streams of light formed by countless techniques, artifacts, talismans... resembled fireworks filling the sky, eclipsing even the daylight.
Below, the Foundation Establishment cultivators were still locked in frenzied slaughter.
Yet at this moment, the Gold Core True Persons of the Three Great Sects all stopped, their faces pale as they looked at an elderly figure in midair.
The figure was not particularly tall, and wore a loose Indigo Robe Artifact that did not quite fit.
He even looked somewhat stooped.
As he stood in midair, his graying hair and loose robe were tousled by the fierce Gang Wind stirred up by Law Power.
Yet no one dared underestimate the figure before them.
For he was Zhang Daobai.
The only Nascent Soul True Lord among the sects of the Yan Kingdom, a renowned elder who had towered over the kingdom for years and made the Three Great Sects lose their nerve at the mere mention of his name.
"You actually aren't dead..."
Lin Boyue's voice was dry, his gaze more solemn than ever, with a trace of awe.
Zhu Rong and Chu Xiao had also silently taken their places beside Lin Boyue, one on either side.
A trace of profound shock likewise lingered on their faces.
"Heh."
There was not the slightest smile on the old man's face, which was as dry as wood.
"It was only a celestial phenomenon. Easy enough to produce."
"If I hadn't done that, how could I have fished out all you youngsters who have no fear of death?"
Though Lin Boyue had already suspected as much, his heart still sank at these words.
He had been too impatient after all.
He had taken Zhang Daobai's death as a matter of course, never expecting him to play such a trick.
But perhaps things