In an era where the decay of Immortal Dao and the waning of Transcendence was apparent. It was astonishing to encounter such a formidable being who had truly surpassed an Earth Immortal. His spirit shone so brightly it could illuminate the void, and his vitality surged like a tsunami! Wang Xuan's heart sank. He knew that today's situation was precarious. From a standpoint of sheer power, he was no match for his opponent. Even though his spiritual third eye remained fixed on the man, trying to penetrate his essence, it was thwarted by the brilliance of the man’s spirit, as radiant as the sun—a phenomenon he had never encountered before.0

The spirit’s light was so overwhelming that it blocked his vision, an unheard feat! Although his third eye was obstructed, Wang Xuan still gleaned something valuable; he sensed a familiar quality in this man. Jiang Qingyao stood next to him, her expression grave. Both her hands gripped the Purple Dawn Sword, standing shoulder to shoulder with Wang Xuan against this unprecedented foe, their figures illuminated by a soft purple glow.0

“Is this the special essence that the evil spirit inside Qi Tian craved so much? I'm disappointed. Should I give up or should I analyze and study it further?” the man mused to himself.0

He was tall and lean, not particularly muscular, but with a commanding presence. Appearing to be in his thirties, he was handsome yet carried an air of detachment, his eyes flashing like lightning. The Ascension...0