Dao-Heaven had arrived!
The sky churned and the lands shook. It was as if the king of all the Heavens had arrived. As soon as he set foot onto the lands below, a seemingly invincible energy radiated out with each step he took.
Every step caused the land to quake, and huge footprints to appear in the ground. It was as if an invisible giant were treading forth.
Dao-heaven wore a long white robe, and had flowing black hair. He was handsome, seemingly having cast off all traces of mortality. His eyes shone like stars, and anyone who looked into them would feel as if they were being sucked into their depths.
Thirty years ago... he had been named... the number one cultivator in the Echelon, its most powerful member.
He did not wear a crown, and yet anyone who looked at him would find him kingly. He wore no Imperial robes, only a white garment, and yet he appeared to represent the Heavens.
