In the blink of an eye, the Sky Vault above had seen the Martial Dao Golden Ranking disappear without a trace.
On the earth below, Tian'ai Mountain had vanished, leaving a messy, cratered landscape.
Everyone felt as if they were awakening from another life, as though they had just dreamed it all.
They looked at Long Zixuan's retreating figure, and in that moment, all involuntarily fell to their knees.
"Greetings... Martial Honor!"
"Greetings, Martial Honor!"
"Greetings, Martial Honor!"
No matter who it was, they were shouting it out at this moment.
This reverence came from the depths of their hearts.
They all understood now that this... was a peerless powerhouse of an era.
From The Era of the Ancient White Mist.
Reborn into the world!
"Martial Honor... I was wrong, I was so wrong!"
Yu Qianwu knelt on the ground, his face trembling, utterly humbled.
"How could this be... How could he be the Martial Honor..."
Mo Mingzhu's face was full of shock and regret!
Heavens...
