He was shrouded in an extremely faint halo of light that flickered between life and death.
The omnipresent Soul-Eroding Yin Wind and dissolving Profound Light of the Sea of Suffering seemed to be neutralized by some force upon contact with this halo, unable to cause him any real harm.
He trod upon the waves of blood as if on solid ground. His white hair drifted though there was no wind, and his deep eyes scanned this world of death.
A satisfied smile touched the corners of his lips. He had been eyeing this Taiyin Nether Dragon Fruit for many years, waiting for the fated person to appear. He had made many preparations for this, and now, it was finally paying off.
"So, you're the Primordial Sect's new Divine Sky True Monarch. You couldn't hold back after all and made this foolish move."
