In the small realm, Wang Xingzhi and Liu Zongyuan had just been sent down the mountain, and five beams of light simultaneously descended into the grand hall.
The halos that pierced through the mist seemed to defy the constraints of space, traversing unknown territories to arrive here.
Wang Xingzhi's face was somewhat excited; he naturally knew what this meant, that someone was descending upon the Yama Hall, yet now they had come as well.
Not only he was excited, but the eleven people beside him also showed signs of excitement.
After a while, the five beams of light descended one by one from the mountain top.
The leading person, with crane-white hair and childlike features, retained the appearance of middle age, yet his gaze was deep and far-reaching. The people behind him had hair and beards as white as his but without deliberately keeping a youthful appearance, exuding an aura of immortality.
