Beneath the vast firmament of the Divine Realm, Yan Rufeng's figure was faintly discernible amidst the clouds and mist.
In the eyes of mortals, a hundred years is a long time, but to cultivators, it is just a fleeting moment.
His hair danced wildly in the wind, like agile ink snakes, and his deep, sharp eyes carried traces of countless life-and-death trials filled with determination and resolve.
Yan Rufeng, at the Divine Monarch Realm, exuded a strong yet restrained aura.
With each breath, it seemed he could mobilize the divine power of heaven and earth, making it flow gently around him like a submissive stream.
He was only one step away from reaching the supreme Divine Venerable Realm, a step that seemed like an insurmountable chasm in his path of cultivation.
