Jian Wushuang, once steady and confident from the beginning, had transformed into an indescribable sense of desolation. He felt a surreal sensation about everything that had transpired.
But everything had become unalterable.
Changfu, who had already aged considerably, seemed like an unparalleled mountain in this moment, bearing an unimaginable momentum as he faced the figure in a black robe.
He had become like the very essence of Changfu Mountain, suppressing all oncoming adversaries.
Centered around Changfu, a deep and resounding sound of annihilation rang out.
He restrained the figure in the black robe with his hand, his eyes now burning with fierce determination.
"You are not a Yan Immortal, nor do you belong here."
Leaving behind these last words, Changfu ignited completely, and the foundation of the Yan Immortal, belonging to the Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, was utterly annihilated.