It was as if he had come face to face with a being of a higher order of existence. The oppressive aura struck him before his mind could even process what he was seeing.

The moment the figure appeared, Li Fan's heart lurched into a violent rhythm. The fine hairs across his body stood on end, and cold sweat traced down his forehead.

Even the image recorded by the true Medicine King Cauldron seemed affected, warping and blurring before his eyes.

Before he could react, he had already stepped back, the color drained from his face.

Even a recorded image carries such might. Was that… a True Immortal?

Before his death, Liu Ruchen had imparted many things. Among them, knowledge of the terrifying entity looming over the Xuanhuang World, seemingly poised to consume everything within its reach.

In ancient times, once a cultivator broke through to the Dao Unity realm and...