A high cultivator appeared, startling the entire Qingming in an instant.
He was a middle-aged man, simple and unadorned, his clothes patched and frayed at the cuffs and hems, as if untouched by wind or rain, and unnoticed by birds or beasts. It was as if such a person did not exist in the world.
Yet, in the hearts of all the great cultivators of Qingming, his figure appeared simultaneously, no matter what they were doing, his presence suddenly intruded.
Some were panic-stricken, some were instantly injured severely, while the Twelve Immortal Appearances tried to resist, with varied outcomes.
Linglan Black Immortal pointed a finger, and an overwhelming black rain fell, attempting to drown the opponent. But that figure ascended step by step, as if invisible steps lifted him away further and further from the sea formed by the black rain. However, it was not he who rose, but the sea was trampled lower. Xu Henshui immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, collapsing powerlessly.
