A faint sigh came from the void. It seemed to be mixed with helplessness and vicissitudes.
Suddenly, layers of vitality clouds covered the sky and earth, sweeping with an endless pressure.
The clouds seemed to stir heaven and earth as a dazzling light soared into the sky from the depths of Purple Cap Mountain, penetrating everything in the world.
Then, under everyone's gaze, a figure sat cross-legged in the clouds. He sat there like a god, refining and opening on his own, and strange phenomena kept appearing.
It was this seemingly ordinary figure that made everyone present feel a terrifying power.
He was Purple Cap Mountain's patriarch—Zi Qingcang!
He was also the only remaining saint in the Kunlun Ruins since the great calamity 500 years ago. If Ye Chen had not killed the five supreme sect masters consecutively, he would probably not have known about this existence until now.
"Is this the power of a saint?"
