Not long after.
Fang Yu led several people to the outside of the main hall.
With a glance, he saw the elderly white-haired man standing in the middle of the square and was taken aback.
The old man exuded a faint aura, which was distinctly different from that of low-level cultivators.
Low-level cultivators always have fluctuating auras, seemingly about to stop breathing at any moment.
The elderly man in front of him was different.
His fluctuation was like the deep sea, unfathomable. The stability of his aura was such that each wave was identical in frequency.
Only true masters could control such a fluctuation so precisely.
So the question arose...
Why was this old man controlling his fluctuation?
Fang Yu frowned slightly.
He suddenly realized that the faint aura on this old man's body was noticeably different from that of a cultivator; it seemed capable of eliminating the constant compression of surrounding space.
"Human Immortal?!"
