The man was tall and powerfully built, his aura as deep as an abyss and as suffocating as a prison, brimming with destructive intent.
Even without making a move, he was like an unsheathed Flying Sword, its edge fully exposed. A mere glance would make the eyes of a lower-Realm Cultivator sting, their limbs grow weak, and their will to fight evaporate.
The mask he wore was of an archaic design, resembling the furious, wide-eyed mythological figures from traditional operas, radiating an imposing majesty.
His attire was also a stark contrast to the current fashion of the Cultivation Realm. It had an ancient air, its style closely mirroring the Celestial Immortal Divine Officials depicted in mythological biographies that were popular in the Near Ancient era.
"Po Jun Star Monarch?"
Bai Zichen's eyes narrowed slightly. It was another familiar name—the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator who had attacked Shi Chengdong during the Celestial Principle Sect's migration north.
