A tall figure zipped across a desolate Gobi desert in a foreign land, heading straight toward a distant point.
He had the white hair of an old man but the face of a youth, carrying the transcendent air of an Immortal.
As he raced onward, Zhang Dongwei could feel the faint sense of being watched growing ever more distinct.
When he arrived before a desolate, broken cliff, the strange sensation reached its zenith.
He knew the threat was here.
"Come out. I'm here."
"It's time to settle the grudges of a thousand years ago."
Zhang Dongwei stood his ground, his back ramrod straight. His figure was like an unsheathed Sharp Sword, and an intense Magnetic Field Power emanated from him, causing the winds to rise and the clouds to churn—a Celestial Phenomenon.
RUMBLE!
Where Zhang Dongwei stood, massive thunderclouds gathered in the dry sky. Lightning roiled within them, and it seemed a torrential downpour could begin at any second.
