The white-clad youth appeared to be only eighteen in appearance, with a youthful complexion, but no one would think he was truly a young man.
Appearances reflect the heart!
For cultivators, the most difficult part isn't physical immortality, but the eternal spirit.
Maintaining a youthful appearance signifies that his spirit remains lively and changing, full of vitality, rather than being old and weary.
The youth spoke, "I am Cyan Wine! I am very fortunate to have obtained the Celestial Destiny Lamp... If any of you wish to compete, you may strive to take it from me."
As he spoke, a bronze ancient lamp appeared on his palm, the power of destiny turned into lamp oil, the flame burning with golden light, radiating a scorching aura.
He did not conceal anything, directly emitted a domineering aura, pressuring the cultivators present.
Above his head, anomalies rose and transformed.
