The space tore open like a shattered mirror, revealing a terrifying black hole.
A white-robed, white-haired man stepped out from within the black hole, his casual stride akin to that of a god leisurely walking through his gardens.
His eyes shone like stars, dazzingly bright; his handsome appearance was so intimidating it was almost unbearable to look directly at him, and even his snow-white hair exuded an indescribable sense of perfection.
Yet, this very person, upon stepping out, immediately pointed a finger towards the concealed location of Zhou Yan.
With a single pointing of his finger, it seemed as if myriad Sword Souls suddenly fused into one, and even the Tao Rules of Heaven and Earth started to follow a converging trajectory, rallying along the path where his finger had motioned.
Such a change was drastic and terrifying, seemingly an absolute overwhelming force.
Zhou Yan felt a chill run through his entire body, finding himself devoid of even the strength to struggle.
