The night was deep, the mountains imposing, vast waters encircling all, and miasma a dense, misty shroud. At this moment, Qin Ming hung high in the night sky, his body like a fierce sun illuminating the eight wildernesses, banishing the thick darkness, deep as an abyss. Zhou Tian exclaimed in wonder, “What’s going on?
That person radiates a domineering Heavenly Light, the sense of déjà vu is incredibly strong, truly as if Old Six had come back to life.” Niu Wuwei kept a straight face and nodded, “Not only do they belong to the same Rebirth Path system, even the phenomena displayed by his technique are strikingly similar.
The divine charm, the aura—everything is just like him, perfectly capturing Old Six’s essence.” Could this be a fellow disciple of Qin Ming, a junior or senior brother?
“Let’s go take a look.”
They were still very far away and began speeding up their journey. Even as the night fog and miasma surged and rolled, dense as ever, this vast mountain marshland was still lit up completely. At this moment, even ordinary people could gaze from afar at that blazing great sun, let alone the several Great Sages who were drawing near.