In front of the cascading waterfall, Fu Yang stood dazed on a giant rock, enveloped in a pervasive aura of Yin Qi, dressed in a grey robe.
Clang!
A deep yet distinct sound of an iron chain suddenly resonated from the void behind him.
Upon hearing the noise, Fu Yang swiftly turned around, his grey eyes filled with a savage aura, staring intently at the void where the chain sound had emerged.
With a wave of his wide sleeves, numerous patterns of an array formation appeared around him.
An attack array was laid in the void, and streams of Geng Metal Sharpness flew within it, forcing out a figure clad in a well-fitted, profound black robe, with a Heaven-Reaching Crown.
The figure slowly emerged, revealing a young, handsome man with a fair complexion, devoid of facial hair.
The young man held a dark iron chain in his hand.
One end of the chain was fitted with a hook and scythe, while the other was bound to his right wrist.
