A few moments after the Dao Lord from the Orthodox Order took his seat, another presence materialized upon the central stage. This entity had also bypassed the sanctuary's outer wards from the exterior, revealing that he, too, had been intimately involved in weaving the complex defensive arrays surrounding the building.
The newcomer was clad in pitch-black robes from head to toe, the stark, polar opposite of the pristine, white-clad figure from the Order.
He surveyed the grand hall with eerie, milky-white eyes that seemed capable of piercing through physical matter and spatial dimensions alike. A cold, dismissive snort escaped him as his gaze swept over his ideological rival from the Order. Yet, the instant his vision landed upon Kai Syaoran, his breath hitched abruptly. The sovereign cultivator staggered backward, his eyes widening in the sudden, primal terror of a child encountering a nightmare lurking beneath their bed.
