Upon seeing the figure, the Immortal King Taiyi only felt a dry mouth, unconsciously swallowing his saliva.
The hunched old man behind him, his cloudy eyes burst with excitement. He followed Chen Taiyi to the River of Time, hoping to see, in his lifetime, that legendary presence.
Yang Yuan, who was emotionally out of control a second ago, suddenly calmed down upon seeing the figure.
Suddenly, the surrounding white mist dispersed, and they finally saw the figure's face clearly.
Clad in a simple, clean blue-white Immortal Robe, with a tall, broad-shouldered figure, black hair flowing with the wind, the features were sharp-edged, especially those eyes, like an abyss or the stars in the Star Sea, sacred and high-dimensional, materialized at this moment.
He was clearly standing in front of them, yet seemed to be standing on a mountain top, overlooking them. Although he was in front, he gave an ethereal, unreal feeling of being separated by countless chasms.
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