The strength of this aura was so strong that even though Jiang Ming was separated by immeasurable mountains and seas, he still felt a sense of suffocation.
In the next moment, he saw a gigantic figure appearing above the Nine Heavens and below the sky, towering millions of feet high, filling the entire universe. The strength of this aura seemed to have stopped the flow of time in the world.
The figure appeared as a young man, majestic and boundless, radiating a light that illuminated the soul and made it feel burning hot.
Roasting the spirit.
At the same time, a horrifying aura rose within Sky Martial City, transforming into a million-foot-tall figure, confronting the newcomer.
The figure was an old man, with white hair and beard, and a seemingly kind face, but his eyes were as indifferent as the sun and the moon.
"Emperor Yang, do you know what your appearance means?" The elder's voice was not loud, but it echoed between the mountains and rivers, and between the stars.
