Dari Swordsman sat high on the throne.
He rested his hand on the sword hilt, quietly watching the dozen Fallen Realm's Daoist disciples, lost in thought.
The surrounding rules of the Fallen Realm resonated for him, the Human Race Heavenly Dao shone its light upon him, bringing forth all kinds of visions, as if he was naturally the Sovereign of the Fallen Realm.
This scene was so harmonious, so seamless.
It was as if,
This was originally the strongest Sovereign of the Fallen Realm, the Monarch of all Daoist disciples.
"You,"
Heavenly Horse Daoist shuddered, looked up at the throne, seeming to realize something: "You, are you the future Daoist disciple of the Fallen Realm?"
Congfa Daoist and others had their pupils shrink.
Other present Daoist disciples were strong, but none were as powerful, and none had such a close connection with the Fallen Realm.
As if this place was his home, and they, the local entities, were the outsiders.
Fallen Realm Daoist disciple!
