After a few breaths of sending the message, the void above the sky suddenly caved inwards and twisted instantly. An irresistibly vast pressure descended abruptly, as a figure coalesced from the void and stepped out slowly.
The newcomer was a middle-aged man, draped in a brocade robe, seemingly woven from the molten flames of the Stars. His visage was resolute, and his eyes were as deep and steady as an abyss, unfathomable.
The most unnerving aspect was the natural aura of power that permeated around him, vast and domineering, like a volcano, harboring the destructive potential of heaven and earth, perfectly constrained within a mere inch, each gesture seemingly invoking the most primal fluctuations of the Laws of this realm.
The Ninth Realm, a genuine Immortal Venerable.
The middle-aged man's gaze swept over the crowd and quickly locked onto Yun Tianji. In a flash, he appeared before Yun Tianji, slightly lowering his head, extremely humble in demeanor, he bowed deeply:
