Atop Zhuo Peak, a thick vine reached out over a hundred meters into the sky. A huge flower blossomed, looking as if it were made of five-colored crystal, auspicious lights puffing out of it and swaying with gentle light.
Within this marvellous flower was a green-clothed old man with white hair, his face tender like jade without the slightest wrinkle, his eyes as deep as the ocean.
Behind him it was pitch-black like a bottomless pit. That void also gave people a feeling of a profound Grand Dao.
A light sound came from the flower beneath his feet and the petals dimmed, quickly wilting as if meeting frost, the vine then also withering and falling from the sky.
The Ji Family's senior hadn't moved, but the pitch-place void behind him released a black light that completely covered the sky above the summit.
