Just before the battle of the Emperors was about to reach its climax, and before the Sovereigns could harm the Daoists, the cultivators at Emperor Mountain heard the resounding echo of an utterly familiar voice.
They witnessed a familiar figure emerge in the void. His slender-as-a-sword figure was donned in white clothes, and his hair was at waist length. He boasted an otherworldly and handsome appearance.
Everyone was deeply astonished, to say the least.
Amidst the dead silence that ensued, it was only after moments had passed before a cultivator interrupted the silence with his trembling voice. "C-Chu Kuangren!"
Like a mighty boulder that breached the surface of a peaceful lake, Chu Kuangren's name caused a great disturbance in the land.
The cultivators stared dumbfoundedly at Chu Kuangren.
"F*ck! Isn't he dead? How's he alive again?!"
