In the void, a figure in a black robe gradually became clear. His sparse white hair was as dry as grass, and there were only a few eyebrows left. His face was wrinkled, and his eyes were turbid, like a candle in the wind. He looked like he was about to die. Black flames burned around him, suppressing the great Dao.
"Old ancestor ardent fire! The unparalleled prodigy from 2000 years ago had once suppressed all the other prodigies of the same generation in the xuanhuang world to the point of losing their voices! It's said that he died at the hands of a Saint a thousand years ago. I can't believe he's still alive!" Someone said, revealing the old man's origin.
"Hiss!"
Hearing this name, many old masters could not help but gasp. At the same time, they felt a little sad.
The unparalleled prodigy who had crushed the xuanhuang world two thousand years ago, the legendary figure who had left behind countless legends, had fallen to such a state. It was a pity.
