Almost as soon as Li Xuanwei finished complaining, three figures appeared in the distant void.0

One of them was a sage-like old man with white hair but a youthful face. Beneath his feet was an auspicious cloud, above his head was a dao diagram, and around him was an obscure glow that stretched upward a million feet.0

The second one was a beautiful woman who was clad in a red robe like fire and had skin as white as snow. There were flames dancing in her eyes and lightning snakes circling her delicate figure.0

The last one was black-clothed, white-haired man with nine dao swords behind him. The shadows of the swords flickered as they displayed the vision of everything falling into destruction.0

All three were Emperor experts!1

“This fortune shall not be taken away by anyone, no matter who it is,” said the old man smilingly, “Even if it’s a disciple of Fangchun Mountain.”0

His voice wasn’t...0