He was a young man with a golden sword pattern etched between his brows, handsome in appearance and dressed in white robes.
Beside him floated a golden longsword.
It was none other than the Sword Immortal from the Immortal Sword Sect, who had been in slumber for a million years.
This Sword Immortal stepped out of the spatial rift, which slowly closed behind him and then disappeared. The sea below grew calm, as if fearful of disturbing an Immortal.
The Sword Immortal's eyes remained tranquil as he gazed out toward Mist Island in the distance.
The next moment, he took a step forward and appeared instantly above Mist Island.
Then, a deep growl, like a sound rising from the abyss, echoed from within Mist Island. Terrifying black mist began to emerge from the giant peak at its center.
Boom!!
A pitch-black shadow materialized—it was a colossal serpentine figure.
