The altar glowed while ethereal light seethed from it, and then a figure that sat cross-legged was far while its appearance gradually grew clearer.

It was an old man that wore a black robe of unknown material. His figure was extremely emaciated like an air dried piece of bamboo. The wrinkles on his face crisscrossed like ravines, and the snow white hair at his temples fluttered lightly with the wind.

He was truly too old. No matter if it was his skin or the hair at his temples, they revealed the heavy traces of age, and he emanated an aura of ancientness and experience that assaulted the face.

However, his eyes were black and shiny like the most brilliant star in the sky. It was clear, calm, tranquil, and seemed to be able to peer into all the secrets in the deepest depths of one’s heart.

He didn’t seem to possess any aura, and he seemed like an extremely ordinary old man. However, when everyone shot their gazes over to the old man, a strand of reverence couldn’t help but arise in their hearts.

It was like they were facing a monument that had stood towering while withstanding the elements for countless years, and it was extremely shocking.

The Temple Guardian!

In practically an instant, everyone instantly recognized the old man’s identity, and they didn’t doubt it at all.

Because he sat cross-legged...