Mystic Tiger Immortal King

As he drew in and exhaled the power of the Heavenly Dao, the aura around Mystic Tiger Immortal King seemed to grow even stronger.

He opened his eyes. Terrifying bloodshot veins densely covered his eyeballs, staining his pupils crimson.

The Heavenly Dao's curtain of light enveloping the Primeval Great World dimmed slightly, directly affecting all living beings between heaven and earth.

Boundless storms rose across the World Sea, like giant dragons churning rivers. The spiritual essence of heaven and earth sank and raged, spreading through countless ancient worlds and forming terrifying scenes visible even to mortal beings.

He simply stood there. As all living beings gazed at him, reverence mingled with fear in their eyes.

It was as though he had come from eternity, or stepped out from the river of time itself, descending with an aura that stifled all beings and plunged the primeval world into silence.

The aura emanating from him was powerful, yet deathly still and cold, just like those figures worshipping beneath the vortex of reincarnation—nothing like a living spirit.

Seeing the immortal deity emerge from reincarnation, those dead-spirit cultivators who had been worshipping showed no shock, only exhilaration. Even their pale faces seemed flushed with fanatical fervor.

They appeared to know what was about to happen, and had already prepared themselves to support the immortal deity.

"Hoo—"

The immortal deity stopped drawing in and exhaling Heavenly Dao energy. His aura reached a point of balance, the bloodshot veins filling his eyes as light gradually returned to his pupils.

He slowly turned his head and swept his gaze across the Primeval Great World. Perhaps because he had remained motionless for far too long, his body still seemed somewhat stiff.

His gaze first fell upon the dead-spirit cultivators kneeling below him in worship, then finally turned toward