“100,000 years? Who are you?" Wu Yuan's mind reeled, his eyes darting around the majestic hall before him, his mind on high alert.7

This bronze temple was honestly a complete enigma to him, and the abilities of the Chu-Jiang Immortal Realm defied all common sense! Whether it was the sheer size of this realm, the redsoil assassins, tree demons, or other supernatural entities, it all served to showcase the mind-boggling capabilities of its owner.0

Apart from true immortals and devils, Wu Yuan couldn’t think of anyone else capable of such feats.0

And now, they claimed they’d been waiting for 100,000 years? It sounded utterly preposterous!0

No one’s there? Wu Yuan's gaze scoured the towering, completely enclosed hall, but failed to find the source of the voice.0

Suddenly, a multitude of vibrant hues materialized in the air, swiftly coalescing at the center of the hall to form a phantom throne, towering several meters high and nearly ten meters wide.0

The ethereal throne gradually unveiled a phantom form seated upon it, emanating a chilling aura that caused Wu Yuan to freeze. 0

This is… a holographic projection? Wu Yuan's pupils contracted.2

A virtual giant loomed before him, towering over ten meters in height, adorned in finely crafted black metal armor that exuded an air of grandeur,...0