A black hole vortex slowly formed.
Then, a slightly elongated purple-gold figure walked out gently.
As this purple-gold figure appeared, the light between heaven and earth suddenly dimmed.
Even the beings of the Martial World all knelt down in worship, their expressions extremely fervent, shouting:
"Emperor!"
Their voices were like a torrent of mountains and seas, majestic enough to shake the heavens.
Finally, the black hole stabilized.
And that purple-gold figure stood at the summit of the snow mountain, overlooking all beings.
He wore a purple-gold dragon robe, his face handsome, his posture tall, like a spear and sword.
Long white hair cascaded like a waterfall over his shoulders, and his crimson eyes seemed to flow with star rivers, as if worlds were extinguishing and then reborn.
He was cold as an immortal god, violent like thunder, with a domineering spirit that respected nothing in the world, bottom heaven no one can imitate!
Magnificent!
