An old man traveled across the sky using the swords like a bridge. His steps seemed slow but he was crossing an unbelievable amount of distance to reach Longevity Valley.

He wore a precious robe, eyes sharp like the eagle and a gray complexion. His beard was short and prickly like a hedgehog. The aura of a True God coming from him was ferocious and awe-inspiring.

It roared like the ocean and shot to the sky in a majestic manner. He had no intention of hiding it and simply let the force ravage this area.

This went against common courtesy and respect. One needed to play nice at Longevity Valley,...