Desolate Halberd Splitting Sky True Monarch slowly turned around.
As he moved, this strange world seemed to "turn" with him.
The gentle heavenly light flowing through the forest, the swaying jade-green leaves, the leaping rare birds and beasts, and even the majestic, pure Spiritual Mechanism and Dao Rhyme in the air all silently completed a subtle adjustment centered on him.
Qi Yun finally saw the true face of this Northwest Giant, this pillar of the Wuji Holy Sect.
His face was not the stern and ancient or otherworldly and ethereal visage he had imagined. Instead, it was unexpectedly… young and rugged.
His eyebrows were as dark as ink, his nose bridge high, his jawline firm, and his skin a healthy bronze.
His entire face exuded a sense of power that had been weathered by storms yet remained vigorous. The corners of his mouth were naturally upturned, hinting at an almost roguish nonchalance.
