Between Heaven and Earth, clouds and mist billowed. The rolling clouds were like colossal waves, crashing through the Void as they approached.
Atop the great wave of clouds and mist stood a young man who appeared to be only in his early twenties.
He was dressed in a snow-white swordsman's robe, its sleeves and hem dancing in the wind.
His black hair billowed, and with his sharp brows and starry eyes, the ancient aura emanating from him seemed to have reached a state of perfection.
The man was surrounded by a bevy of beauties, their lively chatter like that of orioles and swallows. Their sheer number was astonishing.
Every single one of them was a being comparable to a peerless Saintess.
Among the many Saintesses, a few possessed exceptionally potent qi and blood. They stood on the young man's left and right, forming a direct guard.
