A luminous, transparent old man stood atop a Flying Carpet.
His hands were clasped behind his back, and his snow-white hair fluttered behind him. He had an otherworldly, ethereal air, like a reclusive master who had transcended the mortal world.
His attire was simple and archaic—a white robe that billowed in the wind as he floated silently before the three ranking lists.
His calm gaze swept over the crowd.
"We pay our respects, Senior!"
Dugu Xue was the first to step forward, bowing respectfully to the transparent elder.
One by one, the other experts quickly followed suit, crowding forward.
Sima Qingling whispered an explanation in Jiang Chen's ear, "Master, that old man is called the Celestial Fate Daoist. My father, the Emperor, once said that the Celestial Fate Daoist is a world spirit of the entire Celestial Fate Ancient Realm. Within this realm, he is an invincible existence."
'A realm spirit?'
