Under the terrifying oppression, Xi Sima could not help but reveal his own Void Great Realm!
His Void Great Realm hung in the sky, his Primordial Spirit sat within the Void Great Realm, surrounded by the alternation of sun and moons, with the Star River changing rapidly like dust and sand, gathering and dispersing, giving one the feeling that the times changed like the sea into mulberry fields while he himself would always exist throughout the ages.
Two Void Great Realms suspended in the sky, the four suns and moons shining upon each other, conveying a horrifying sense of oppression.
Xi Sima broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead.
Young.
That was his first thought.
This iron plank was too young.
He looked to be in his forties, at the prime age for fighting, robust in Qi-Blood, with a strong physical body, beating up elders in the same realm must be as easy as blowing off dust, effortless!
Was he in the Returning Void Realm or the Mahayana Realm?
