Not long after Bai Shen left, in the great hall, empty and void of people, there was only a deathly stillness.
In the blink of an eye, ripples suddenly appeared in the void in front of the Lotus Platform.
This sudden intense fluctuation resembled a turbulent tide, surging towards the surroundings of the hall.
The ethereal space, under the influence of this powerful force, began to twist in madness, folding layer upon layer, as if being wantonly kneaded by an invisible giant hand.
Immediately, a slender and tall figure stepped out leisurely from the torn space fissure.
The newcomer appeared to be an old man around seventy or eighty years old, his face covered in countless fine wrinkles.
However, this did not affect the old man's sturdy build and vibrant spirit in the slightest.
In the old man's eyes seemed to reside a shimmering constellation of stars, occasionally flashing with a brilliant white light, emanating an aura of uncompromising sharpness and depth.
