“Escaping that weird place at twenty-eight levels of sequence and being bold enough to throw yourself into the mess here… You must have an impressive background, huh?” A purple figure flashed in front of Lu Yun’s eyes as a young man appeared. Dressed in long purple robes, he wore a tiny golden crown in his hair and an aureate belt around his waist.

However, Lu Yun could tell that it was no belt of typical jade—it was a soft spear wrapped around the young man.

“Zhu Lingyan, disciple of the Myriad Spirit Grand Supreme, greets the dao brother.” Lu Yun raised cupped fists at the young man.

“A disciple of a grand supreme!” The young man started and hastily returned...