A few breaths later.
The gray figure suddenly darted back out of the spatial rift, hovering in midair as its form was revealed.
It was a man in a dark gray Daoist robe, black hair, white beard, his skin smooth and unwrinkled, making his exact age impossible to tell.
His face was long, a standard horse-face, his simple Daoist bun pinned with a gray wooden hairpin.
His aura was as deep as an abyss, as vast as the sea, untouched by ten thousand tribulations.
Only, his expression at this moment was rather gloomy, and there were faint charred scorch marks on his robe.
He looked somewhat disheveled, as if he had suffered a setback in the previous pursuit.
If word of this were to spread, it would surely shake the entire world.
For the gray-robed man's status was far too exalted.
He was the strongest of the Taiyi Sect, one of the human race titans ruling the Vast Sea Realm, a Supreme True Monarch level figure, Dao title Taiyi.
